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you promised meyou promised me love
but instead gave me tears
you promised me security
but instead gave me fears
you promised me memories
but instead gave me regrets
you promised no smoking
but you bought cigarettes
you promised me honesty
but instead gave me lies
you promised to be there
but never heard my cries
you promised a lot of things
so many things i believed
and it never accurd to me
that i had been deceived
hidden wordsleave me alone please
i really dont need help
just forget about me
i said i'm fine, didn't i
a friend is really
something i don't need
i don't need to love someone
i don't really need to
have anyone to love
i am a girl: i am humani am a girl
just because i wear baggy cloths doesn't mean i am insecure about my weight
just because i wear make up doesn't mean i am insecure about my face
and if i wear reveling clothes do not think i am a slut
and if i skip a lunch or two do not think that i am anorexic or bulimic
don't assume if i hang out with guys that i am easy
and don't think that just because i am a woman i can cook and clean
don't be surprised if you find that i am really strong
don't expect me to cry over every little thing and assume i am weak
because the truth is
i am not that different
i am a girl
but i am human too
war haiku: 3 verseswar is something you
have to do in order to
achieve peace on earth
though it may be sad
you must fight to the finnish
to find your self worth
when peace is achieved
it will all to soon be lost
as we march to war
three words before deathempty abyss of the setting sun
the light is absent as is the sound
yet you hear voices screaming at you
and see deathly eyes all around
the walls around you are closing in
putting the pressure on your mind
all sanity that you once had
you have left behind
you hear footsteps aproaching you
yet you can't turn around and look back
so you wait for your killer as you walk ahead
waiting for the monster to attack
your pace quickens as does theirs
a single tear streams from your eye
then a voice; a vicious threat
your killer whispers "time to die"
666God said to Lucifer , "you have six days to chose to be evil or good." young Lucifer agreed. the devil admired God, and revered his power over others. Lucifer wanted to be like God when he grew up. he wanted to be loved, just like God. so Lucifer went home to his lovely little town called Hell. Hell was like any other town, small and peaceful, and especially beautiful. Lucifer's house was small, but nice. surrounded by a beautiful flower garden. Lucifer went to bed as the sun set, deciding to tell god he wanted to choose good in the morning.
the first day
Lucifer woke up to the sun shining through his bedroom window. he got up and stretched, then walked outside on his way to God's city. the city of Heaven, only a little ways away from Hell. but when he walked outside, he saw that six of his flower sections were on fire. he ran and got the hose and put out the fire. a single tear ran down his face. how could something so pure and beautiful
man with the top hat and cane“How do you do?” asked the man with the top hat and cane
“How do I do what?” was the curt reply
How do you walk around every day feeling that you don’t belong? That if you disappeared, no one would care.
How do you walk around only thinking of yourself not giving a second glance to the starving children or the dying people on the streets?
How do you respond so sarcastically to a polite question?
“Haha! How are you today?” Responds the man with the top had and cane.
they think i am a monsterI heard the footsteps before I saw the door open. I never liked it when those people opened the door, letting a stream of flittering light to enter the dark corners of my safe haven. Although, that was a lie, wasn’t it? This isn’t my safe haven. It is just my hell. Plain miserable hell. There’s no light. No sound. No living people. No air. Nothing. Just nothing. I can’t even move around in my own padded prison. They said it was too dangerous. But they also said that they would help me, and so far, they’ve only succeeded in taking all of the life out of me. I am just a dying corps, forced to live. But they didn’t care. No one cared. They were all just evil sinners who lie to me every day. But I see the truth. I can see the fear in their eyes! Its like they think I’m a monster.
buriedSix feet under?
Oh no, not quite
Because I can see
A stream of light
Oh no, I was mistaken
It was not light, but a ghost
A ghost of the man I once was
Before I was sent to this hellish post
The man I once was
So kind and pure
But who I am now
I cant be sure
So now, here I lay
In this prison of dirt
Surrounded by pain
In a world of hurt
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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