why cant i disconnect when i stop having fun,
leave this server and find a new one,
I know we never ask to play,
but still im begging anyway,
I’m sick and tired of this game,
and struggle hiding my disdain,
for still having to entertain,
these words inscribed inside my brain,
written red, its better than
the awful things i’d do instead,
so here in bed, ill chain my head,
and think of ways theyll find me dead,
till something cracks, i tend to laugh
and then these awful feelings pass
and i’ll look back eventually
upon my whole cacophony
and wonder how that once was me,
but just for now i guess ill be,
the one who waits here patiently
You cry,
You blame
You...the one who
has made this heart weary
You played the fiddle
invited your guest
the stage is set, who shall be
your pry this time.
Hands clasped over ears
You lie,
You cheat, but
we are the predators
Where is your smile,
the world believes we
are the villians
Punch your card, time for you to clock out
You arent done, the herd roams
with more casualites.
Wolf roams
Sheeps are packed
who will you discard next
Damage is done, the world thinks
were the villians
One day theyll see
You've been playing
Victim all along
an endless supply chain
fueling its own purchase
may no rest come to the self condemned
they wont allow themselves
theyll throw it in the trash be sure
noone benefits from a zit without a cure
a foul black hole fastenes
its full grip
its influence never sinks, always rises
and a ball of disgusting hatred
has never felt so warm
has never felt so casually constant
for me to feed the chain
and feel good
so horridly
we did something not too hard
put a scarecrow in the yard
now when kids trick or treat
theyll likely skip our street
or try my wifes stewed swiss chard.
As i sit here contimplating suicide A
I try to remember why im even alive B
I dont contribute to society C
And i push people away blatantly C
One cut for each of the people ive hurt D
I dont have to cover these up with a long sleeved shirt D
They bleed and bleed until i dont think theyll stop E
One more second and i think i might drop E
They sting and burn F
And twist and turn F
Seems i cant even do that right G
Look! I think i can see the light G
Goodbye H
Ill fly H
Tonight G
You were right.G
By death
?my job is to take them
????take there dreams
take everything they know,
which is life
??they don't know death
?????which is why i have to show them
?????I'll make them remember it
????bit by bit
?????I'll take them when they lay, when they stand, and when they sit
ill take there light
All there might
all there sight
and give them disaster
let them know pain
all the blame
its all the same
theyll hear the screams
as I take there loved ones
by the tons
???I'll enjoy it
??????while they reap it
and for the ones that remain?
ill take them, too.
they won't know what to do
??????it'll be like they just got hit by
death
they say that time heals everything
but what it cant heal is the passing
of the ones you love
ones that have been sent up above
you keep wishing you could press rewind
but just remember the good times
and the good memories
of what used to be
but dont let it pull you down
there the king/queen of the heavens
with there halo as there crown
you know theyll be there waiting to open up the gates for you
so you can talk about the old times
and the things you used to do
so just for now cherish the people that you know
because you never know when its there time to go
Any boy can be a father
its takes a man to be a dad
to look after his son or his daughter
and give them a life that he never had
raise and praise them for who there meant to be
but let them choose there own destiny
guide them on the right path
and enjoy the moments you get too laugh
they are only young for so long
so praise the youth that you have with them
and teach them to grow strong
wipe there eyes if they happen to cry
teach them to inspire and not to be shy
theyll want to learn so many things from you
so do the things a fathers supposed to do
Imagine the sound of bright buzzing bees,
And ripe juicy apples planted on trees.
Imagine the sight of the birds that fly,
Or the airplanes that soar through the sky.
Imagine the fish that swim through the ocean,
And the brown, fuzzy squirrels that cause a commotion.
Imagine the green of the trees and the grass,
Or the adorable little puppies that yelp as you pass.
Imagine the sound of a rushing waterfall,
And the curious monkey that play with a ball.
Imagine the sound of a babies laughter.
Cant you feel the rush of happiness after?
Now imagine life with no buzzing of bees.
No ripe juicy apples to pick off of trees.
Now listen here kid, hear me out straight.
These are the things we don't appreciate.
We take them for granted. Pretty things indeed,
For one day theyll be gone, yet nobody will see.
So notice the little things everyday.
Maybe you'll remember them once they fade away.
...
Imagine a world with no buzzing of bees.
Imagine being surrounded by dead old trees.
Now imagine leaving that world behind,
just stop and smell the roses every once in a while.
BY: EMMA DUFFY
RUNNING FROM A STRANGER
WONDERING IF IM IN ANY REAL DANGER
MY HOPES FOR RECOVERING JUST LANGER
I EXSCAPED UNHARMED
CRYING IN MY MOMS ARMS
HOPEING SHE WOULDINT LET GO AND WOULD PROTECT ME
FROM THE ALARMS
MY LIFE IS ONCE AGIN SAVERED
WITH LAYER ONTOP OF LAYER
BUT THEYLL BE OTHERS TO KATER
IM WAITING FOR THE DAY SO I CAN BE PREPARED
Children are special.Yes even the bratty ones.From that first moment out of the womb.they wrap there fist around your finger.There telling you no matter what happens i love you forever.
And then at four there already asking you were babies come from.
At eight there wanting to be closer to you.There minds are often full of thought.There growth you cant keep up with.It seems they grow a bit everyday.And they grow a bit wiser every month.
At 12 there not saying much of anything.I dont knows are a common way out.You worry wether theyll be okay or not.A thought pops in your head that maybe your child is gone replaced by a darker soulless being.
You say no and stick to your values and say children are special.Even if they dont know it.And a tear can be shed when they have their own and they say mommy.Children are special.Yes even the bratty ones
listen here...i breathe again
listen here, my only friend
listen to the words i speak
even if they make you weak
life has come too far it seems
to break apart your precious dreams
and though you lie down wide awake
a single breath is all it takes
though deep and long returns the sigh
youre the apple of my eye
though i may be far away
kiss my lips..youll be okay.
this life is straining all of us
and listen now...it is a must
i love you more than anything
so rest youre head and dream the dreams
of when i wasnt always gone
and all you had were letters from
a soul-dier with poetic words
to give to you so theyll be heard
To some
my age shows maturity
experienced
my heart is still one of a virgin
confused by whats real and whats not
wondering if this guy or that guy is the one
giving them a piece of me everytime
hoping and wondering if theyll stay
or how my life would turn out with them
falling in love with the idea
but not the man himself
im a virgin to the game of love
i dont hate the world i just wish i wasnt in it
im so far apart from it and not like the earth
or the inhabitants in it
im cold and soulless dark and gloomy
flowers bloom every spring
i dont bloom i deteriorate every spring
my heart feels heavy with all of Pandoras deadly
secrets pouring out of its box
into me burning and blistering my skin
so much pain im in not on the surface but within.
No im not that type of sick im sick in the way of
sick in the head
no one cares if your that type of sick.Its one easily
fixed.
One shot of heroine will help your relax.
an antidepressant will fix those bad chemicals
within a year.
One night with a sexy prostitue will be worth your while
or you can just snap out of it.
But not me im not ever changing like those flowers
blooming in the spring
I am a forever wilting rose only im like the phrase guns
and roses
i can pull the trigger,hold the knife,pop the pills.
i can take a life before i die and before they know
me as nothing theyll know me as the person who had
the last laugh
A part from my Journal
when i sit at my home with my family
i see they all look the same they act the same
dress the same and think the same
soon theyll discover that i dont belong
they want me to be plastic like them
but i cant i wont let them take me
my poems have been about depression
heartache and pain ever since i started
it dont seem to heal the wound
the scars i carry and the pain that bleeds from my soul
i cant really pour out my feelings for you
its hard for you to understand
no one knows me because i wont let them in
i wont let them see the truth behind the person
that they imagine me to be
the smile everyone wears on a sunday morning is only
a wall they put up to hide there pain
so i tuck it all away and act like im okay
so everyone will see me the way that i see them
Shayla Dendinger
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