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Sometimes we forget
We have a choice
We still have time
We have a voice

Sometimes we forget
That what we want
Is out there still
It's right out front

Sitting too long
You forget
How to walk
How to run

And walking too long
You forget
How to run
How to fly

Sometimes we just stay the same
Because we think that we can't change
Because we have forgotten how
Forgotten we could start right now

The door is open
We stare through it
Like the mouse that got the shocks
That taught him not to walk across the floor

Now even when the shocks are gone
He just stands still, just like before
A victim of "learn helplessnesd"
He'll never make it to the door

But we.
We have a choice.
You have a choice.

We can still go to sleep
Even though we stayed up late
We can leave on time
Even though we didn't yesterday

We can we can we can
we can
We can we can we can

We can still eat dinner
Even if we skipped lunch
We can still walk or cycle
Even if we didn't bench


Sometimes we forget
We have a choice
We still have time
We have a voice

Sometimes we forget
That what we want
Is out there still
It's right out front
Go get it.

You can.

Hooked
(By: me)

This Girl's sure
Got me hooked
But I don't mind
This addiction

She's reads me
Like a book
She's familiar
With this affliction

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Just Enough
(By: me)

I can get a job, just long enough to lose it.
I can learn a system just well enough to abuse it
I can write a song just long enough to not use it
I can have a good idea just long enough to not choose it.

Shattered


With each new day
Comes a new crack
Fine little lines
Stretching front to back

You throw sticks and stones
Though it's your words that hurt me
Your lies sting
Your insults bring
The self conciousness I hate

I'm not thin
My hair's too long
I eat and eat
I'm dumb
I'm fake
I smile way too much

Each thought you embed
Into my brain
Brings a brand-new
CRACK

I can't admit
I can't say
Even though I know
Even though it's true

All these cracks
All these breaks
After holding it together

I'm left
Shattered

OoOoooo...that's a very good poem. It's sad and poignant and incredibly good.

Thanks a bunch! I wrote it a while back for my friend, who faced a lot of bullying and criticism because she didn't look like a model, and a bunch of other crap like that. Sad, but true. And that is more common in today's society. She is good and well now, more confident than ever before, thankfully.

Well I'm glad to hear that. I do that too, where through writing a poem or a story I try to understand what someone I care about is going through.

My beautiful freind. Never let these feelings between us end. I see you in the snow of winter and the flowers of spring we encourage each others hopes and dreams. My beautiful freind. Never let these feelings between us end. I see you in the power of a summer thunderstorm. In the fallen leaves of autumn. Tonight with a bottle of wine. I pray to the great spirit the world treats you generous and kind. My beautiful freind. Never let this feelings between us end. I see you in every sunset and sunrise. I believe in your heart and soul know I'll never leave you for our spirits are reunited. My beautiful freind. Never let these feelings between us end.(for Abigail and dunedain)

So what happened?
Again, nice words.

Everything you do is awesome don't doubt yourself ❤❤

Quite deep feeling here! Love your words Abigail!

Pretty!

Gracias

Thanks Dune, yeah sure is! True story! This is kind of just the beginning of a poem but I forgot the rest by the time I had stopped driving oh well.

I wrote this poem for a school project
Its about a girl looking at a lynched man during the civil rights movement

Poem: Why Look
What are you looking at
The man that is lynched
You feel it is terrific
I think it is horrendous
The picture I took for history
It is a terrible picture
A human being being slain
He was lynched and murdered
Because the color of skin
Why do you think it’s good
As you look at him
You think it is wonderful
As a life is decimated
For no reason for demise
The clouds are low and dreary
The men look with contentment
I smell a awful scent
I can’t look at it
Why are you looking
Why look, why look, why...

Its the best I can think of

Not The Same

They say the 'divide is the problem'
but they caused the split
shoved us down into the box
suffocating us grit tooth smile
screaming at us to quit

Shoved in a box that was
relabled to be 'gentle'
relabled to be 'fair'
only to those aren't oppressed
they say it's the same
yet don't share the blame
doesn't matter they say
we're too hard-pressed
to receive the justice that
they accuse us of already having
yet receive the human decency that
they insist they don't already have

How can we have something when
they're the ones who have to give it
hold it back from us
until we agree to their position
it's handcuffs of their privilege
holding us hostage accusing omission
until we agree that they're 'as hurt
as us'
until we're too tired to fight

But the truth is they're already on the other side,
blocking us from the light.

I wrote for you and dunedain

This is lovely - I love the imagery

Tonight before my burning fireplace. I see your beautiful faces. You got me past my darkness and out of the bottle. I believe in myself again. We're forever freinds. Tonight before my burning fireplace I see your beautiful faces. I closed the door to a world of wealth and opened the door to freedom. I'd rather be in my teepee than a mansion any day. I see all the great spirit has given to me. I'll be here for you like you were for me. Tonight before my burning fireplace. I see your beautiful faces. As my guitar plays "tangled up in blue". I pray all your dreams hopes wishes come true. I speak from my heart to your soul. This Sioux warrior is here for you. For every battle and war. I'll be by your side. To right every wrong. Tonight before my burning fireplace I see your beautiful faces. (Dedicated to Abigail dunedain and all my beautiful blessed wonderful freinds I've met on here.)

Thank you for writing and sharing your words.
I know how much they meant.

A Candlelit Night
It's funny how a soothing night alone can make you feel,
Sleepy and irrational,
Having your sadness crack and peel.

I think candles are bright at night,
Drifting along in a waxy flight.
Just you... and that light.
Beautiful... yet irrefutablely meaningless.

When that light fades out and all is still,
The authors lift up their quills.
And when the night owls feel the night's chill,
All will fall under the curse of the Yggdrasil.

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Was reading Norse mythology and I thought... 'Hey! Isn't Ragnarok kind of a curse in some way?' So here you go. I was trying to go for a... demented prophet whose brain is scattered so they go from 'This is fine and dandy!' To 'WE WILL ALL DIE UNDER RAGNAROK!' type of thing. Whelp, I've all embarrassed you with my poetry skills that have not been used since 5th Grade so... bye.