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I'm tired of barely surviving
It shouldn't be this hard to want to live
My thoughts have been killing me slowly since I was twelve
And they might get to me before twelve
I don't wish this upon anyone
I want to give up every day but I will continue to carry this cross until Jesus tells me it's time
I can kind of rhyme
So, I write to cope because I choked a few times and was almost not able to get up again
Swallowing my pride and occasionally having dinner with the dark side of the stars
I'm shooting myself in the foot every time I give in
I have a terminal sickness within
But on the outside when I don't smile I call still share a small grin
You think you know me but can only see my skin
Nothing on the inside ever comes out until I'm wearing thin
It's hard to be strong when you can see yourself taking your last breath
It's hard to press on when your thoughts tell you everything about yourself is off
Limits I'm trying to reach but suicide continues to creep
So, I choose to sleep
This way I can live to see another day
Lord willing
p.s. one day I will live in true happiness again...
Don't look now, for your too late.
You have all you that you want, nothing that you need.
You have forgotten who you are, you are what they say.
Read, watch and learn what they say,
This is the way of the world.
Pay your taxes, then pay with your life.
You fund the elite and they don't care, just pay.
Just get in shape, the one with three sides.
This way they can keep an eye on you, for your own sake!
This is the way it will be.
War to save other countries, because we can obviously help.
There is no other motive, what a thing to suggest.
They will destroy currency, then plummet us to hell.
The false prophit will save us, he promises!
Look up at the skies.
Marshal law is written in destiny.
Along with the mark of the beast, show me your right hand.
Stand in line, follow what they want, they will keep you safe.
Hand over your money, it will be worth zero anyway.
Don't resist, they are here to help.
The population must decrease, for we must all agree,
500 million is enough, don't you think?
Hand over your weapons to the Russian military, they'll be here soon!
You don't need them in this peaceful time, what second amendment?
Tell them what you are doing on Facebook.
Beware your friends, beware your family, trust no one.
You are not safe, stay close to them, they don't want to control,
Let the peace keepers keep peace, god bless the U.N.
Let religion fight...they will not intrude, oh, unless there is oil.
Who will you believe in? Yourself? Don't be stupid!
Open your eyes, see what is going on in the world.
Remember propaganda is everywhere, question everything.
How many look out a window
And dream, dream away
Without really knowing
Whats happening miles away.
Or even round the corner
Or even round the bend
Our HURTING PLANET
Its natures blend.
We have her spitting fire
Is she angry with us all
She blesses us with Everest
So mighty and tall.
We see her rupture violently
Her belly sometimes seen
She created nature
Our organic living Queen.
She goes through abrasive motions
Grinding her sea beds
Resulting in Tsunami's
That sadly leave many dead.
As our learning has prospered
And technology has grown
Its not for her to tell us
We have to warn our own.
The power in her weather, her characteristic charms
Again its up to us, technology rings the alarms
Tornado's in Tornado alley
Shows she's no Aunt Sally.
She has a friend that shines
That sunny Orange in the sky
But when it rains she's depressed
Doe's it not make you wonder why?
An Ode to Joseph Biden
By Franklin Price
10/07/2021
This is an ode to Joseph Biden, President of our great land.
I find it very difficult to determine where you stand
You ran to bring us all together, do you think that's going well?
I would like to know, who's in control, it's very hard for me to tell
I think, for sure, it isn't you, for we're growing more apart
It's evident, that what you say, isn't coming from your heart
Would like to know, who pulls the strings, it's not you, I'd like to bet.
It's others hid, behind the curtain, you are the dancing marionette
If I'm not right, and you're the one, then we've made a grave mistake.
You are just a foolish President, and you're not just on the take.
Look round and see what's happened, since you've been highest; number one
We the people, are ignored, growing poorer, is no fun.
Our Southern border's over-run by thousands more from everywhere.
They're not inspected for diseases. You don't even seem to care.
Yet you want to make the citizens, get vaccinated, or not work.
If that's the way, you pull the strings, then you're more than just a jerk
Afghanistan's another thing, I could go on for many years.
What's the use, you will not listen, will not allay our doubts and fears
You ignore our constitution. Do your best to put it down
You were sworn to support it, not to wear a royal crown
In spite of all I've said herein, I pray you'll live to end your term.
The ones that would replace you, without a doubt, a far worse germ
We the People, the electorate, are the ones who put you there
You should listen to our voices, and take action if you care
We're on the road to ruin, of this grand old U.S.A.
Our founders rolling in their graves. For now, that's all I have to say.
I don’t think I will live till old age
an age where I will tell the heavens my days as if they’re ancient tales,
an age where I will look back and laugh at my foolish mistakes,
an age where my hair turns grey with time and knowledge.
My body is too weak to listen to my commands.
As I lie hopelessly in bed, connected with strings and ropes that keep me alive…
Mom said I will make it till winter,
but her words are full of love and lies.
Dad is too broken to look at me,
his pockets full of holes as he drowns in shoes too big for his size.
My sister holds my gaze, afraid I will close my eyes,
but I am too tired to hold hers
my eyes heavy and worn.
I just want to sleep peacefully.
The hospital is dark and hollow…
maybe I don’t want to sleep,
I just want to be free of these loud machines,
these strings and ropes.
For I know I will not be awake till winter to tell my tale,
so I will just write a poem, hoping the heavens will hear it.
Though I don’t want to sleep,
my eyes are too tired to look at my broken dad.
I can no longer hear my mom’s lies
the machine beeps too loudly for me to hear her hope and love.
I hope my sister looks away,
for I am too tired to hold her gaze.
More awake than ever before
In a Universe of Darkness!
The cold grips me to my core,
But without a body, shiverless.
No heavenly bodies or light,
Only layers of blackened fog.
Then a figure appears to the right,
And moving, disturbs the bog.
I am disturbed! But who am I?
I don't even know my name!
Who put me in this frigid sty?
And why do I feel no pain?
All is silent, no sound is heard,
Though figures move undeterred.
I am frozen, bound somehow,
Why is my movement disallowed?
It is a dream I tell myself,
But, how can I escape it?
I'll cry out to the Lord Himself,
"Please, free my captive spirit!"
"Sir, sir, take your temperature?"
As she taps it on my teeth.
I could not write my signature,
'Cause my memory's still on leave.
Oh my God, the pain is back!
And now I start to shiver.
Because of drugs my senses lack,
But at least some light - a sliver!
And now I knew I did not die.
The staph, it did not kill me.
From the Darkest Pit, He heard my cry,
And chose to give me mercy!
Maybe it was all just a dream,
But, man, it eclipsed those drugs!
And made me stronger than I seem,
In the Inner Man - that's my plug!
I Passed out on the couch while the Friends song is on.
She said first you must love yourself, before you can give yourself to someone else.
My singular identity withstanding tragedy.
With only one life to live, you have to work hard to attain oppertunities
I wonder whether people consider what it would be like
to become a human stonehedge??
Because that is the type of person, that could withstand just anything.
What I really want is to take a walk hand and hand with my faults
Have a moment with my confidence and Pride.
Tell them that I love them and always to come out whether the world is rain or shine.
I want to tickle my shy, and chastize the sound of my dreary sighs
I want to set my sails high, so Posidon will blow his heaving breath pushing my doubts and
self pity away
I feel like a young Galileo.
Staring at the sun, while all the others played jauntingly along
It's going to take so long......
I have a foot race with me and only the course of time
Form:
Stop chewing the fat,
spit that bone out!
And for God's sake,
please don't swallow
the juices of thugocracy.
It’s nothing but blatant lies!
Mama's too terrified to speak up,
and poor daddy's too weary to seek the truth-
both have been brainwashed to toil till 75.
You see, we the youth is catching up fast
this is our Earth, our universe now,
they had their turn to make justifiable, concrete changes,
yet old men still churn the wheels of the same
old bulk of grandiose greed and downright trickery.
We're slowly waking up,
rubbing our eyes in sheer disbelief,
and rising up, one by one by... little by little.
This passe political system needs to stop
... a wrench thrust into the rusty mechanics!
Our world's too damn awesome
and too damn magical for,
all this asinine **** to carry on!
Tell me, where is the logic in war, war, war
spilling the blood of our brothers and sisters in distant lands and,
where’s the impetus to vote, vote, vote,
if everything remains the same.?
Call your family,
not out of obligation,
but because something in you
remembers their voices
before the years began to scatter them.
Let the line ring long enough
to feel the distance,
then soften
when it is finally bridged.
Help decorate the tree,
not for how it will look,
but for the small and sacred ritual
of placing each memory
back where it belongs.
The ornaments will know your hands.
They always have.
Remember what it means to you,
not what was told,
but what was felt
in the quiet glow of it all.
Outside, the snow is falling,
as it always seems to
when the world is trying
to hush itself into stillness.
Tell the stories
that have outlived their years,
the ones passed down
in fragments and laughter,
in voices that grow softer
with time.
Hold them gently.
They are more fragile than they seem.
And when the night leans toward ending,
when the year loosens its final breath,
keep something.
A card, a word, a moment
pressed carefully into memory.
For these are the things
that remain
when the season has passed,
the quiet evidence
that we were here,
together.
Words now appear
From the thin air
Now crystal clear
Words swirl sounding
Like cryptic fare
In fond leaping
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Words dance around
Like cheeky clowns
Once lost now found
Words feed frenzy
Jump up and down
Mad and crazy
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Words of a sort
Lines of poetry
Crosses and dots
Words in a surge
Feel so bossy
Spread thoughts that merge
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Words jerk and tell
Hurl emotions
Charm like a spell
Words craft and plot
Harsh commotion
Squeeze parking lots
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Words bold yet stern
Blaze with hot fire
Upset and burn
Words crush complete
Thorns choke desire
Plain yet discrete
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Words on a page
In chic patterns
Turn and upstage
Words slide away
Oozing concerns
Poke fun at play
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Swipe away gripe
Let heart be light
Eat your fruit ripe
Rhyme in a line
Mind claims new sight
Feelings limp fine
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Leon Enriquez
29 September 2014
Singapore