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Gisele Robin Poem
Why are we all alive?
Why can we walk, when most people can't?
Why can we breathe, when most people need help?
Each and every day, that's given to us.
We take for granted.
Does getting high, really help you enjoy life?
Does getting drunk, and hurting people help?
We only live once, but who knows that?
Maybe we're reincarnated to change our ways.
But instead, we just blow it off.
We make fun of people, who have a disease.
Who are bigger than us, and might even be trying to slim
down.
Who are smarter than us, when they make the most
money.
If we live once, then why do we do these things?
Have we looked in the mirror?
We're human. We make mistakes, we hurt people, and we
hurt ourselves.
We're not fantastic. But we're human. And if we all made
peace, maybe we would have less wars going on.
Maybe people who needs help, wouldn't go out shooting.
Maybe schools would be a lot safer.
But instead, we have wars, troops to try and keep us safe,
and we have even more wars going on in each and every
state.
We're fighting for our lives, that we once took for granted.
Copyright © Gisele Robin | Year Posted 2013
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Gisele Robin Poem
Freedom, keys, take these chains off please.
Summer burns down,
stinging my eyes,
making my body weak.
Love, hatred,
put into drugs,
it makes me high,
I wish I could runaway.
I'm stuck to you,
no matter where I go,
your always in my sight.
These chains,
keeps digging into me,
like I'm a bandait,
that you found.
Please, oh please,
someone make him go away,
he's the one who has the key,
he's the one who I need shut out of my life for good.
Freedom, keys, take these chains off please.
He's the chains,
he's everything,
that makes me high.
He's the lock away from my actual freedom,
he's more than an enemy,
but he's someone that I wish I never had met.
Copyright © Gisele Robin | Year Posted 2010
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Gisele Robin Poem
word after word, piece after piece.... is this how we live our life?... is life a
puzzle... does it have a board you have to follow? the moon we see is that a piece too?
can anyone in this world give me a hint? can they help me out? do they want to see all my
scars? is the knifes i used a game too?... is loving someone a game... do I even have
feelings?.... do I need to get hurt again? do I need to hurt people... do I need to die
before actually being alive and born? do I need to suck poison out before I EVEN got
that?..... would I need to sit back and learn and watch? tick after tick, noise after
noise.... do you know how much trouble I will be in... do you know the punishment? do you
even know what I am? do you know how I work? so of course... this is true.... life is a
puzzle and it's up to me to put them together.... even know it'll change every single
day... even if you kill yourself... life is STILL a puzzle and it helps you through the
agonizing painn :'(
Copyright © Gisele Robin | Year Posted 2010
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Gisele Robin Poem
I'm far from perfection...
I'm far from knowing who I am...
I make mistakes,
I make wishes.
I dream of what will happen,
instead of living it.
Regrets to me,
are not worth a time to figure out.
I'm far from not knowing,
I'm far from figuring out right from wrong.
I may be crazy,
but that's how I am...
I may be shy,
it just means I have less confidence.
People judge,
they try to tell me what I am...
It's my life,
so all these, I may be, I'm far from, I make; is my desicions.
I can sit here and write,
be descriptive on how my life went and still is going.
It'll be a waste,
because what happened didn't make me...
I made myself...
and that should tell you,
to be who you are,
and don't let time slow you down...
Copyright © Gisele Robin | Year Posted 2010
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Silently, she creep ed through the wall.
Taking a look, at the handsome man who stole her heart.
Breathing so silently, but a puff of fog fills the air.
Waiting for a call, his shoulders fall and his face darkens.
She sighs and starts to walk over, but something catches her eye.
He starts to smile, but never the less.
He is brave, and she can crave.
Their love, is so deep.
Piercing her skin, the blood trickling from her neck.
His fangs, white as ever.
Knowing she will be one of him.
As she screams in agony, a drop fell so quietly, but no one heard.
Unsteady, she fell to the ground.
His smile disappeared, as their love vanished into thin air.
And she blew up into flames, as the ashes burned in his hands.
A drop so quietly, love was never the answer.
Copyright © Gisele Robin | Year Posted 2012
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Hour after hour,
second after second.
Wishes *do they come true?*,
or is it are imagination?
Soon this world will not be up,
and all our hopes will be gone.
The wind will blow us away,
and no one will be left to age again.
Dreams are worth catching,
even if you are in a bad position.
*Explosion*
Save your energy,
take adventures.
Soon nothing will make sense,
yet I'll be here for you baby.
Throw after throw,
apologies after apologies.
Honey, save your breathe,
make this world something.
THE WORLD WILL NEVER BE HERE FOREVER!
CHANCES WILL BE WASTED AND TEARS WILL BE DROWNING EVERYONE IN.
Copyright © Gisele Robin | Year Posted 2010
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Gisele Robin Poem
as you grow up, you say things
you say things you don't mean, just to feel better inside
you make up problems, just to get attention
you break people, and throw rocks at them
mistakes throws you right to the ground, they give you a smack, and make you learn
anger rises in your veins, you try to suck it out... but what can you suck out if it's in you?
as she falls to the ground, you feel power in your heart.
you feel like she is your toy, and you are the narrator of the toy.
you feel like your hands are magical, and they can do anything to anyone;
but the only thing you have been doing is... hurting yourself, and making you die slowly
in agony!!
when she covers up, don't you look away and put your head down?
as she licks her lips, and spreads the blood even more;
don't you feel a pinch in your stomach, and feel like your gonna be sick?
to make an impression, you try to make yourself fit in.
where would you fit in, if all you do is switch words around and make a fool out of yourself?
as you cross your arms and smile at the picture, don't you think she's a human too?
regrets isn't a word, but as you go to sleep remember this word "hunger".
that word "hunger" lounges in her mind, she feels the need to "hunger" over you and stay
with you; for she loves you. she feeds off of you
all those scars she wishes away, she still thinks deep down inside of you,
you are not a regret, you "hunger" off of her too.
as you grow up some more, you feel pain inside your heart.
as she tries to suck the pain out, you make more pain out of it.
as you feel like getting a knife and stabbing her, feel the warmth of her instead.
see how much she stuck through for you, and see how much destruction you made.
see for yourself, that you have ALWAYS been a monster to her!!!!!!!
Copyright © Gisele Robin | Year Posted 2010
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A place for me and you,
to walk on end and never stop.
To awe at the lit moon,
and be inspired every single step we take.
Counting off each star,
and making a wish as we go down the line.
Gathering memories,
as our minds are left behind.
Lets skip and skip,
but lets not trip.
This is our time,
lets make it fun.
No more noise in the air,
just the sound of wind and someone snoring.
Will this feeling ever last,
lets find out and wish for the best.
Crunch! Crack!
Oh no, what was that?
Will you save me,
or is this midnight walk just for practice?
"A place for me and you,
to walk on end and never stop.
To awe at the lit moon,
and be inspired every single step we take."
Lets make a change,
and lets stop pretending we can be someone we're not.
Copyright © Gisele Robin | Year Posted 2011
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