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Liberty and Justice For SomeWarning: the fallowing is not meant to offend anyone. This is strictly opinion based and from my perspective. Thank you.)
Liberty and Justice For Some
'With Liberty and Justice for All.'
Words that have been said for many
Many years in America.
Yet, is that true?
Is there REALLY Liberty and Justice for All?
Is there Justice for GLBT community?
Justice for Immigrants?
For those who try to make a difference of good?
For those who practice their freedom of Speech?
Liberty and Justice only applies to those few selected people.
We live in a Country where those specifically chosen
Get Liberty and Justice.
Those FEW who meet the Criteria.
Though it is getting better for some,
What about the rest of us?
Some is not All
The way it should be is:
The AftermathThe Aftermath
Mommy,Mommy,can you not see?
See what you have done to me.
Mommy,Mommy,Tell me it's a lie!
Don't remind me that Sissy Died.
Daddy,Daddy,proud and strong,
What in me do you see wrong?
Daddy,Daddy,please stop drinking.
What in the world were you thinking?
Daddy,Daddy,why won't you stop?
Can't you see that I've suffered enough?
Daddy,Daddy please don't shout!
I'm sorry for ever giving a doubt.
Mommy,Mommy,please save me!
Help me escape and let me be free!
Mommy,Mommy,why won't you try?
You just watch me as I cry.
Sissy,Sissy,what have did we create?
Was choosing sides a big mistake?
Sissy,Sissy,please don't die.
I'll find a way to make you survive!
Mommy,Daddy,Why do you stare?
Sissy is dying right over hear!
Daddy.Mommy,I'm scared and afraid.
That I will be alone some day.
Someone,someone,let me free!
And fly away from this reality!
With Sissy,and Mother,and Father too,
To be with them is all I want to do.
For no one cares if I die,
Even if it's in front o
Sen's PoemDo not scowl at me like that!
How can I do such a thing?
How could I forget these precious beings who comforted me?
Who loved me when my parents didn't?
Who I CREATED with my own two hands?
Who listened to my wishes and fulfilled it?
I don't care what happened in the asylum!
I lost control for YOU Lekxly.
For ALL of us
And even when I had forgotten them and left them to rot away,
They forgave me
These precious puppets are my children
They were my family for the longest of time!
And yet when you hear that I gave my life to them once more,
All 3 of you do
All because I gave up my life to them to save you
But you only Scowl.
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
RelizationI always complain about being ignored,
That it's their fault for leaving me behind.
But really, it's my fault.
I always stay distant from others,
While lying behind my "mask of happiness".
If I want to be acknowledged then I need to do something.
I can't just wait for someone to acknowledge my existence.
I have to stop waiting for help,
Because I am running out of time.
The only way I can escape this mess is by doing things myself.
I may have friends to try and help.
But truthfully if I want out,
Then I have to step up and try to get out.
It may take a few years,
But better start later than never.
But don't think this is the end of my story.
Because this is just the start.
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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