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Unfamiliar Flower Poem
They didn’t like it...
My honest gift.
I guess they didn’t like me,
to accept the truth.
The expensive truth with all the open wounds,
The expensive truth with all its cruelty,
The expensive truth with no sympathy,
The expensive truth that had no empathy...
I couldn’t help it
I saw it in their eyes
They were begging for such a gift
I heard their screaming soul cry for it
I couldn’t help but take notice of it all
Every plead caught my attention
And so here I am
Here I stand
With a gift for you
I’m sorry for the lies
Sorry for the other gifts that weren’t real
That weren’t yours
But here I stand with a gift for you
You might not like me
But please like it
This time
It’s yours and only yours
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Unfamiliar Flower Poem
He and I went to the same school,
we were in the same class.
He never studied with me
or played with me.
He was too cool for me
and I didn't know how.
When we each went our separate ways,
back to our homes,
he had help with his studies,
while sometimes I found supper.
He got to sleep with just a blanket,
feeling warm and toasty,
while I slept with just a blanket, too, feeling cold as if I was outside,
perhaps I was.
I never wished I was him,
why would I?
why would I want to be someone,
someone who wouldn't want to play with me?
He never got the higher grade.
Now as he receives his paycheck from me,
he asks me how.
How did I?
I paused and smiled,
you never played with me,
no one did,
so I kept myself busy.
He said thank you for his bonus,
I said, no!
Thank you for not playing with me.
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Unfamiliar Flower Poem
Its funny, its funny how they all play out,
If you ask me i think it's silly how they all are.
Im old,
Im very old
But that doesn't mean i've seen it all..
How could i?
It’ll just end up killing me.
I, I’ve seen
just enough to know how truly silly it is,
How silly they are,
How silly they make things.
They’ll pay for their wrapped around cancer in a box
But yet again it wouldn't kill them.
They pay for company that lasts for a couple of hours,
And yet again maybe they could be happy.
If only, it wasn’t short,
But it is all very short,
Very short and fake.
They pay for anything to make them feel alive
And believe in any stranger’s word,
for some kind of truth
Just to continue living in their silly ways and silly numbers.
Will you be my friend?
i don't have anything to sell or any money
But i can offer something that's not silly..
The truth at its very best..
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Unfamiliar Flower Poem
It was crazy.
They weren't.
They just like the whole craziness.
I guess I did, too.
It was the type of crazy,
they teach you not to talk about.
The type of crazy,
you supposedly didn't know about.
The type of crazy,
that makes you clueless as a newborn ones you hear it.
The type of crazy,
as soon as you see someone write about,
you become more informed than him.
The type of crazy,
you get the applause,
while the author gets the hissing.
They were dismayed by his actions and writings,
happy and overwhelmed with your knowledge.
The type of crazy,
that we all know,
but don't show.
Better to be quiet, play dumb in disguise,
than to be loud, smart and horrify.
I find the whole thing humorous,
wouldn't you?
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Unfamiliar Flower Poem
They all took a piece
Never asked
Never cared
Just take take and take
They took a piece of her today too
This one was more to the right
A bigger size
They all take pieces
Eventually there will be no more
they’ll move to another part
Until there’ll be no more of her
She wasn’t awful or dreadful
Only misfortunate
So there I saw her with missing pieces
There I saw her
I saw her cry
He took another piece
A new kind of piece
No longer hers, now
Everyone is taking a piece
She’ll soon be left with none
There goes one
Follows another
Piece by piece
She’s not herself
Piece by piece
Why won’t they stop
Piece by piece
No one would help
He didn’t
She couldn’t
They wouldn’t
There she was lost and cold
Maybe that dusty book on the shelf can
Maybe He can
Piece by piece
She read through it
She laid it down
A little peace
A lot of guilt
A good book but maybe another time
There’s no help for her.
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Unfamiliar Flower Poem
It’s worst!!!
It’s worst than cocaine.
The purest in the market,
Did me no harm.
Alcohol and spirits
Caused me no pain
None did
Neither them nor their friends and cousins
None did
Not even arsenic
All were poisons
But none were poisonous
Poisonous you were
I trusted you before them
They came and left with no marks at all
You glanced and I was in pain
You came sat and I was harmed
You touched and now I’m no more but a memory of yours.
Please go away
I’m already addicted
It’s too late
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Unfamiliar Flower Poem
There is a place that I don't belong to,
oh, how I wish I belong there.
There is a place that is peaceful,
oh, how I wish I have such peace.
There is a place filled with nothing but joy,
oh, how I wish I could be part of that joy.
There is a place where it's far from this noisy city called earth,
oh, how I wish I could be part of that calmness.
There is a place that I am not there,
oh, how I truly wish I am there.
There is a place where it's so beautiful,
with no words to describe such beauty.
No one witnessed it before
There is a place where,
I dream of being,
I dream of seeing,
I dream of belonging,
oh, how I wish I could love myself enough to worth being there.
There is a place where everybody speaks of,
a few dream of,
but only some would get to be there.
Oh, how I dearly wish we all could be there,
not just me.
who am I?
not better than you
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Unfamiliar Flower Poem
Oh Dear Santa, Please, please, i want you not to forget,
Again!
Don’t forget how good they were when they picked me up when I fell,
Don’t forget how they helped me while I never helped them,
Don’t forget how giving they were when I had nothing.
I didn’t have anything to give, help them with, I never saw them fall
Oh Santa! Please, please don’t forget them,
They were good while I wasn’t
(Written for a contest...)
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Unfamiliar Flower Poem
It what it is?
How can it be what it is?
These are humans,
These are living beings,
Just like you and me!
How would you like it?
if you were the ones.
You were the ones that were facing all the sins that you do against a fellow brother
Yes they are your brother
Yes they are sins
Your father, God!!
We are His children
We are all brothers and sisters of one Father
That’s your brother
That’s your brother that you torture
That’s your brother that you sell
You cause pain and suffering
You are immoral
You torture
You stab
You beat
Thousand and thousand times
Over and over again
With no absolute remorse
That's the sin of your hands and foot
But your eyes they sin the most
The watch you do all that
And they watch you
Without a single blink
why won't you blink
you enjoy it
you enjoy every bit of it
you enjoy yourself
As you cause pain beyond belief,
Harm beyond belief,
torture beyond belief.
Beyond belief!
Absolutely beyond belief!
Because no words are strong enough to carry the pain you cause
Not to an animal
Not to a toy
But to your own brother and sister
If you think you tape their mouths not to hear their screams,
I promise you they will follow you for eternity.
Each life you take
Every pain you cause
Will follow you till judgment day
It's a sad world
A sad world indeed
Because you think you could get away with it
You are getting away it
Just like many others before you
Just like many others now
If the Rohingya people in Myanmar are being massacred and fleeing,
With a pope visit,
That spoke about peace without mentioning the massacre
Surely, if I was you I would think I could get away with it.
Perhaps, you might.
Don't be too sure because no one gets away with anything on judgment day
Each of you will pay
All sins will be accounted
It is NOT what it is !!!
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Unfamiliar Flower Poem
They say "stay in school kids!"
Wow!
How easy it is just to attend class
after class and class.
They went to school,
Not each one of them but most of them.
Some privileged with fund or jobs.
None were from home, none were from my home
my low and no income home
Stay in school kids,
easier said than done
Stay in school kids,
all the rich kids are cool,
Stay in school kids,
all the cool kids are on drugs.
Stay in school kids,
try to be cool like the cool kids.
Stay in school kids,
you're too poor to be cool
Stay in school kids,
study, study, hard.
Stay in school kids,
you will graduate and get a job.
Stay in school kids,
your job doesn't make you cool.
Stay in school kids,
your job keeps you off the streets.
Stay in school kids,
you now are safe.
To stay in school kids,
you need to go to school.
To go to school,
a price must paid.
Too bad you can't afford the price.
Too bad you don't have a job.
You don't have a job?
you should have went to school.
But how can you go to school?
if before school a price must be paid.
Copyright © Unfamiliar Flower | Year Posted 2018
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