Gender: Unspecified Location: The Land of Bernie Sanders
You'll never stop or prevent me,
from putting scars on my body.
What ever you're doing its not working on me,
maybe we'll settle for a lobotomy.
And I find it hard to see,
when all I do is f.ucking plea,
and I think how can this be,
and then I just remember its me being me.
Gender: Unspecified Location: The Land of Bernie Sanders
I do not see a future for me.
And I know you're thinking how can that be?
Even though I'm not old, I've grown.
I truly think I will be alone.
I really no longer want to live,
and see what life and people really have to give.
I don't think pain will just disappear,
It aches so bad and that's my fear.
Could I possibly get over this?
Or maybe the pain will be something I'd miss...
Would anybody answer a plea,
to be there and help someone like me?
I adore you in more ways then one.
You must realize you mean more to me then the sun.
Forever lost in a trance of humanity.
Never forget where you placed your purity.
If the leaf falls far from the tree,
I'm almost sure it's you who will pick it up.
And watch it fall apart,
Much like the heart,
Of the mirror that is me.
Gender: Unspecified Location: The Land of Bernie Sanders
note: I wrote this this morning, and um, I had the worst feeling of depression. I haven't been THIS depressed in a while. I don't think I've finished with this one, I'll probably edit and change it up a bit later, but for now, here it is, in its unfinished glory.
if I took the time,
to undwind,
and let a man,
take my hand,
would I be...happy?
and if I changed,
my deranged,
thoughts and fantasies,
about being lonely,
would he be...happy?
and if we had a normal life,
filled with minimum strife,
and our arguments,
and hesitants,
end in the bedroom,
would we be...happy?
Gender: Unspecified Location: The Land of Bernie Sanders
NOTE: I wrote this when I was going to move out of my mom's place to my dad's place, but that was a long time ago, before my dad did some things to make me never want to live with him. So its basically about my mom's house........so yeah. enjoy.
I hate to say goodbye,
but then again I hate to lie.
You're my love and my home,
you're my salvation when I'm alone.
But now you've faded away,
we've drifted and have nothing to say.
No matter how much I strive,
I'll never forget you while I'm alive.
Gender: Unspecified Location: The Land of Bernie Sanders
NEWWWW POETRY!!!!!
What gives you the right,
to put up a fight,
when it comes to my views,
on certain issues?
Who do you think you are,
to degrade and push me so far,
its my life and I have my plans,
I don't need your opinion, you're not my man.
Gender: Unspecified Location: The Land of Bernie Sanders
I'll keep it for you,
and we'll know what to do.
I'll preserve it and thats how it'll be,
because I know you are the one for me.
No matter how much they make me blush,
they will never be able to touch,
what is only ours,
and our love will bloom in showers,
because you're with me even when we are apart,
I'll let no one else take my heart.
Gender: Unspecified Location: The Land of Bernie Sanders
Haven't written any stuff in nearly a year. But today I wrote something, which I hope you guys enjoy.
Ungrateful
She isn't satisfied,
she never will be.
She takes more than gives,
doesn't care how she lives.
She is ungrateful.
Her mother works hard,
her mother cleans.
Her mother tells lies,
her mother can't sympathize.
Her daughter is ungrateful.
Her father is nice,
her father is stressed.
Her father is full of plans,
her father will never have her with a man.
His daughter is ungrateful.
She asks for hugs and not kisses,
she only thinks of the past.
She doesn't want what money can buy,
she just wants love a person can supply.
She is ungrateful.
Gender: Unspecified Location: The Land of Bernie Sanders
Here's something I did last night. I'm pretty sure I'll add more later, or modify it a bit, but here it is. Here's my first attempt at real imagery.
Autumn wind against my face, it touches,
my hair, your warm hand it brushes.
Wrapped in a sweater, my hands up your shirt,
a sky so haunting, matches the light brown dirt.
The clouds twirl in your favor,
we stare into the sky.
You hug me tighter,
as I hope this moment will not die.
Gender: Unspecified Location: The Land of Bernie Sanders
A child succumbed to an unaware disease,
it hurts, he cries, and he pleas.
A family with foundations restricted,
as they must leave their home, evicted.
A village unable to cooperate,
it's west against east as bombs detonate.
A species endangered for simply living,
as we grow their numbers are shriveling.
A country not protected by it's government,
guerrilla soldiers and machine guns aren't what they meant.
A world in danger as we think of our petty depression,
makes you wonder if we were meant to survive this session.
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