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Natasha Pinedo Poem
alone in this world of chaos and destruction
fighting to survive in a world with lost hopes
my dreams of freedom becomes just an illusion
while i strive for the stars and stripes we once use to see as a blessing that has
now became nothing more then a fight for our own dignity
cursing of a signature upon a dotted line
just wasting my years away in this unforgiving fight
and for what?
so i keep myself occupied and on my toes
so i can tire myself out and break my bones
people are dying and trying to live
trying to make it back to their family that prays for them
to make it home safely is startin to look like a dream
to be able to wrap our arms around out family is far from becoming reality
waking up to just another day in this god forsaken place
running from the blast and ducking for cover
cant ever walk away without a worry
cant talk above a whisper
and carrying a weapon every where i go
i try to be safe but i just dont know
inside is where i keep my emotions hidden and deep
trying to stay strong so my life i can keep
without the fear of loose thaughts running across my mind
always thinking about the next life im ready to take
just to make sure i make it home okay
and why do i even want to stay in this fight
or give up my life for a country some my dispise or second guess
i really dont know
i must be crazy to want to reenlist
maybe there isnt much else out there for me
maybe it my type of calling, just to keep you all free
but things get old quickly and fast
i cant keep making these sacrifices for people who dont even know my name
i get no thanks and no god bless,
all i get is these faces looking at me like i made some type of regret
but if you want to judge me for my line of work look at your self and drang yourself
through the dirt
try to be able to walk in these boots
and fight for the country you believe shouldnt lose
with a population of billions
and the majority are strangers comming to our contry to stay out of danger
but im still here fighting for freedom for those who are afraid of doing what i do
for you, for them, and many more to come
keep in mind that im not dumb
dont tell me that im wrong for the things i choose to do
think carefully, freely and then look at you
because everything you say and everything you do
you wouldnt be able to, if this country wasnt free
FREEDOM IS NOT FREE
thats why i am here to make sure we will have the freedom we all and this contry
diserves.
Copyright © Natasha Pinedo | Year Posted 2011
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i live no more, out of the veins, and onto the floor,
blood drains from me, from this life,
my life i shell live no more.
deepest cuts with a dull razorblade,
the blissful sight of the redness in which i lay,
the smell of the unpurity, and frightened souls,
the darkness in which falls over me,
my life i shell live no more.
consistant with the thoughts, the thoughts that ponder me,
the sick little twisted games that you played,
so sick in tired, life is un-inspired,
lost hope in a world, life is no longer a desire,
in this life i dont want to live no more.
the dignity in which i lost , in which you took from me ,
at my verginity it cost, ravaged you were like a caged animal let loose,
into a society that excepted you,
but as a scared little girl you took with out fear,
the only thing that i had to hold dear,
now i take this life of mine in which i let it free,
and grab the razor blad that will become the death of me,
in this life i dont want to live no more.
inocence you took from me, the moment your hands were placed upon me,
the look in your eyes when you grabbed me, and the pain you forced on me,
with a grin on your face, and the laugh in your throat,
i screamed out in pain, and i know i said NO,
i fought to servive, i fought to be let free,
but all you wanted was your way with me,
in this life i dont want to live no more.
sweet blissfulness, and control, while i hold the razor that cuts my wrist,
lets the demons free to roam at peace, a peace with out me,
addolsent fear caught up with me,
the games are over, now im free from the life that you took from me,
my life that i live no more.
Copyright © Natasha Pinedo | Year Posted 2011
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Natasha Pinedo Poem
The sunlight shines down,
and the beams fall upon your hair.
In your eyes the ambers light,
and beautifully our eyes meet.
The wind whispers our names.
A smile then begins to form across your face.
As our hands meet,
and our fingers intertwine.
The memories of our time together flash into my mind.
I remember once again why I fell in love with you,
why I still love you.
Why my heart is yours,
and yours alone.
To you I confess my undying love.
Copyright © Natasha Pinedo | Year Posted 2011
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Natasha Pinedo Poem
The mask....
The mask I wear from day to day,
has no fears, no sadness, no tears.
A simple smile, bright eyed child.
A face with no tomorrow.
An altered voice with no regrets,
no self pitty, not one sad memory.
Its bravey, its honor,
and comes with an altered state of mind.
Something that I wear from time to time.
I hide behind a mask,
a sherade, a nice and sociable ID.
For me its much easier to continue to live a lie.
Instead of hurting others,
and giving in to my own personal cry.
I often get confussed by the people who attemp to judge me.
"That fun loveing, free human being"
but little do they know....its not me.
The mask I wear protects the world,
from what they are to afraid to see.
Copyright © Natasha Pinedo | Year Posted 2011
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