Social Pity
Upon the land of which we hate others
of a mirror of ourselves
we destroy ourselves
humanity is a mirror of this truth
take a look
beyond the facades
can you see
thats where the truth lies
beneath the surface
people fear
the change they cant handle
so dwell among the surface they will
as others dwell deeper
those are the hope for human kind
my hope for them have not died
but day by day it grows a slimmer chance
the distruction of mankind
will be their own ignorance
and fear
may their minds rest
and be of peace
till the choice is of time
where the scale may tip
of opposing favors
for that is the truth of humanity pitifulness may shine
till then
go of peace
Categories:
pitifulness, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: I do not know?
It is so easy to forgive
while seeking forgiveness yourself
It hard to offer life
when not living, yourself
It's easy to love a stranger
when you don't love yourself
It's hard to be a lover
when you don't love yourself
It's hard to teach another
when you don't know yourself
It's easy, it's hard to cry
when you don't know why.
Categories:
pitifulness, angst, depression, introspection, life,
Form: I do not know?
Have I lost it?
The writing thing?
Have I been absent for so long that my thoughts are unable to come to a
complete stop and decide to focus...on ...one...thing?
I shudder profusely and then shake....
shudder...shake...doesn't that mean the same thing?
God....this feeling of complete talentlessness is absolutely....bad?
(SIGH!!!!!)
For the sake of being poetic I come up with...bad...seriously!!!
My fingers move at a snail's pace to keep up with the dismay that wants spill its
inerts on this screen in front of me and it will take the hand of God to prevent me
from actually not deciding to hit the delete button and feel justified in my
pitifulness!!!
(SIGH!!!)
Ok...I'll leave it alone
be the cheerleader of this...piece...yea.
Categories:
pitifulness, confusion, introspection, loss, on
Form: Free verse
Let them all be lost:
moments of anvil unworthiness
breaths that I took which were never my own
brevity laughter which ebbed away after
I realized that I was just laughing alone
Let them all be cast:
surges of guilt with no catalyst
tender sweet nuances grown tough to chew
whispers of brain waves concurrently concave
sparked and ignited by things I've been through
Let them all be drowned:
sorrow and sugarfied recompense
They never lifted me out of the fire
Right when the room got uncomfortably hot
they left me to melt into fumes of expire
Let them all be lost:
ill will and glorified pitifulness
riddles the mind tongue ties fit to be caught
for I will stand straighter without all this weight
and I'll conquer the world as a fight to be fought.
Categories:
pitifulness, angst, introspection, life, peace,
Form: Free verse