Life seemed to rush by us.
We could never keep up.
Always seeming to be a step behind,
Not with or a step ahead.
We felt the painful tongues.
Criticizing us for what was wrong.
Victimized but those creatures called humans,
But we were also Human.
Always seeing the bad side of things.
The only thing pointed out about us was the bad.
When good was given us, it was taken from us,
Somehow turned agents us.
We never saw the humans who loved us.
Though some have no parents for which to get loved.
Friends were always there ti help,
But we were blind.
We couldn't, refused to see.
Not wanting to live.
We were tired of fighting only losing,
Just ready to let cold clam us.
I saw those hands reaching for .
Those who love me, want me.
Reaching out I found a strength,
To live for the lovers of you.
All they saw was the pain.
Self pity, self suffering.
Looking away from my existed hand,
An exit out of the darkness.
All they saw was the pain.
Guns, knifes, and the pills.
Weapons of self distrotion,
But not the answer.
All they saw was the pain,
And that's all they wanted to see.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Am I Broken?
Look at my hands
They're short and fat
Do they really reach anyone?
Listen to my voice
It's quiet and rough
Do you even hear me?
Look at my legs
They're short and tired
If my life needed me to
Could I even run?
Look into my eyes
They're tired and blood shot
Have they really lost their fire?
Look at my body
It's short and stumpy
Dose it even seem human?
Am I really broken?
Have I finally been run down?
When did I lose my will to fight?
Am I even here to ask this?
No am none of this, right?
I must stop this.
My life isn't as worthless as it seems.
Or I would have come to life.
I just second guess myself from time to time.
So yes, I am broken
But I'm not going to let that stop me
Until my death I'll fight
For myself and others like me
I will always be by their sides
Mending their heart
To my best power
Be it a long time or short.
I maybe broken
But I am strong in my own right.
They're short and fat
Do they really reach anyone?
Listen to my voice
It's quiet and rough
Do you even hear me?
Look at my legs
They're short and tired
If my life needed me to
Could I even run?
Look into my eyes
They're tired and blood shot
Have they really lost their fire?
Look at my body
It's short and stumpy
Dose it even seem human?
Am I really broken?
Have I finally been run down?
When did I lose my will to fight?
Am I even here to ask this?
No am none of this, right?
I must stop this.
My life isn't as worthless as it seems.
Or I would have come to life.
I just second guess myself from time to time.
So yes, I am broken
But I'm not going to let that stop me
Until my death I'll fight
For myself and others like me
I will always be by their sides
Mending their heart
To my best power
Be it a long time or short.
I maybe broken
But I am strong in my own right.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
In The Middle
I saw them happily together
My 'son' and my friend
Holding hands and laughing
Something deep down told me to stop them
But I wanted them happy
Both came from sad unforgiving pasts
I knew they had gone through enough,
I had been there and done that
They were owed the happiness they found
God knows the pains we've carried
But one day she sat alone
Pale and quiet
I was scared to ask,
Afraid that my son had done her wrong
But she know not of what she had done.
Later when I found him
His voice was quiet,
He wished not to speak
Of the things between himself and the girl
But that night it was told to me the tail
If only in the rough
And now she comes asking if I have spoken to me son
I tell her that I have, but that I can't speak much
Only that he has done the wrong and nothing more
He will not speak to her
Even that he will not say to me
I tried to stay out of it,
But I love my son and treasure the girl
So here I stand wished to speak,
But can't soil the trust of my son.
God why can't they find that happiness they are owed!?
And why did I have to get this caring heart!?
I'm in the middle with no one to blame but me.
And now that I'm here I pray for them both and myself
My our strength hold out.
My 'son' and my friend
Holding hands and laughing
Something deep down told me to stop them
But I wanted them happy
Both came from sad unforgiving pasts
I knew they had gone through enough,
I had been there and done that
They were owed the happiness they found
God knows the pains we've carried
But one day she sat alone
Pale and quiet
I was scared to ask,
Afraid that my son had done her wrong
But she know not of what she had done.
Later when I found him
His voice was quiet,
He wished not to speak
Of the things between himself and the girl
But that night it was told to me the tail
If only in the rough
And now she comes asking if I have spoken to me son
I tell her that I have, but that I can't speak much
Only that he has done the wrong and nothing more
He will not speak to her
Even that he will not say to me
I tried to stay out of it,
But I love my son and treasure the girl
So here I stand wished to speak,
But can't soil the trust of my son.
God why can't they find that happiness they are owed!?
And why did I have to get this caring heart!?
I'm in the middle with no one to blame but me.
And now that I'm here I pray for them both and myself
My our strength hold out.
Monday, October 22, 2007
My Name, What Is It
I am as old as human life
I've been used in praising
Come to me when you're lonely
I'll make you numb
The doctor once said
That a little of my red child was good
My grip is slow
But when I've got you
I'll aways have a hand around your throat
I'm best known for pickling your insides
Making you replace parts
If I leave you time
Destroying your brain is a talent of mine
I've made you kill others
In those metal boxes on those strips of black
I'll shelter you
But with a price
I maybe legal, but I'm deadly
So come to me
I'll give you hope
Then take it away
What is my name,
It you can remember my many children,
You'll know mine.
This wasn't the 300 word story I know, it was for health class
And please write you guess as a comment
I've been used in praising
Come to me when you're lonely
I'll make you numb
The doctor once said
That a little of my red child was good
My grip is slow
But when I've got you
I'll aways have a hand around your throat
I'm best known for pickling your insides
Making you replace parts
If I leave you time
Destroying your brain is a talent of mine
I've made you kill others
In those metal boxes on those strips of black
I'll shelter you
But with a price
I maybe legal, but I'm deadly
So come to me
I'll give you hope
Then take it away
What is my name,
It you can remember my many children,
You'll know mine.
This wasn't the 300 word story I know, it was for health class
And please write you guess as a comment
Monday, October 8, 2007
What Are They?
Set low, but not underfoot
Standing on the hill
In their 5 story apartments
Spins exposed
But their guts still hidden
Tightly compacket, without a mine
For alone they'd be a colord pile.
Oh good Ms. Henten
Wise Lord Johnathen
Adventurous mother and son
Give life to them!
Sweet Nakajo
Give them love, warm our hearts
Dear grim Edgar
Give them chill, scare our dreams.
We love and hate
Treasure and fear you
So strong, but easily destroyed.
Standing on the hill
In their 5 story apartments
Spins exposed
But their guts still hidden
Tightly compacket, without a mine
For alone they'd be a colord pile.
Oh good Ms. Henten
Wise Lord Johnathen
Adventurous mother and son
Give life to them!
Sweet Nakajo
Give them love, warm our hearts
Dear grim Edgar
Give them chill, scare our dreams.
We love and hate
Treasure and fear you
So strong, but easily destroyed.
Monday, October 1, 2007
What I Should Have Said
He sat there a great big gray man
Asking over and over what day would be best
My mine raced telling me this wasn't right
That blond brat is at it again!
But my body is unwilling
To afraid of this great human.
'Thursday' my throat said
Making my brain scream
Calling me an idiot I had just doomed myself
I should have defend myself
Told of how she had maimed in the past
How she had hated me because of a friend she wanted
But no all I could give was a day that pushed me down
I had been the fool all this time
Thinking she was friend not foe
Sad, I held on to her so long
That day, her first try, I should have ran
But I was stupid and I'm paying for it.
I was terrified in that room
Though I only staid the hour
I will not be her friend anymore
Asking over and over what day would be best
My mine raced telling me this wasn't right
That blond brat is at it again!
But my body is unwilling
To afraid of this great human.
'Thursday' my throat said
Making my brain scream
Calling me an idiot I had just doomed myself
I should have defend myself
Told of how she had maimed in the past
How she had hated me because of a friend she wanted
But no all I could give was a day that pushed me down
I had been the fool all this time
Thinking she was friend not foe
Sad, I held on to her so long
That day, her first try, I should have ran
But I was stupid and I'm paying for it.
I was terrified in that room
Though I only staid the hour
I will not be her friend anymore
My Life Changer Final
As a child I was happy
My voice rang clear and true
I sprang about laughing and smiling
Thinking life was suppose to be fun
But that was until I meet my hell
The name is simple; it comes out easily, unashamed - - school
Even now the word makes me ill
It makes my stomach hurt
I wish to run home and scream till nothing will come
I died there and a new dragon was hatched
The humans took my voice and broke my legs
My smile, they smudged
I had to shild myself
But couldn't find the strength
I was the wolf/mutt that no one wants
Dirty and emotionless
Unwhanted, dare I say - hated?
Empty for years and cold
My fire was locked away
Who can open that gilded box that I can't?
Then came the flaming black Raven
Her friend the slinking black cat with the icy eyes
And the black wolf from gym class
We understand the pain that hunts us still
We listen to the stories to ease our hearts and our fears.
My voice rang clear and true
I sprang about laughing and smiling
Thinking life was suppose to be fun
But that was until I meet my hell
The name is simple; it comes out easily, unashamed - - school
Even now the word makes me ill
It makes my stomach hurt
I wish to run home and scream till nothing will come
I died there and a new dragon was hatched
The humans took my voice and broke my legs
My smile, they smudged
I had to shild myself
But couldn't find the strength
I was the wolf/mutt that no one wants
Dirty and emotionless
Unwhanted, dare I say - hated?
Empty for years and cold
My fire was locked away
Who can open that gilded box that I can't?
Then came the flaming black Raven
Her friend the slinking black cat with the icy eyes
And the black wolf from gym class
We understand the pain that hunts us still
We listen to the stories to ease our hearts and our fears.
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