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Mudered By Gun Shot

The most wonderful …
The most magnificent gift from Lord
Poets of the world promoting it, for long,
What are you looking? thinking? what?
There is abandon joy, jump in it!

Fearful of morality? they debated out
‘' sick mind needs morality as the sick body needs medication ‘'

Fearful of STDs and VDs? they invented condoms
My friends are using it

But the crux of the matter is that
It can not protect you cent percent
The other day one of my friends is murdered
With a gun shot by her husband.

poem by Abdul Wahab
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Sick of Being Sick

I’m sick of being rejected;
I’m sick of being emotionally neglected;
I’m sick of crying so many tears;
I’m sick of running away from my fears;
I’m sick of my childhood nightmares;
I’m sick of being told to do those stupid dares;
I’m sick of not having friends;
I’m sick of all these dead ends;
I’m sick of myself for what I’ve become;
I’m sick of feeling oh so numb;
I’m sick of watching myself drown;
I’m sick of my heart falling to the ground;
I’m sick of this life;
I’m sick of this everyday strife;
I’m sick of not having a dad;
I’m sick of getting mad;
I’m sick of my childhood past;
I’m sick of being harassed;
I’m sick of the dread;
I’m sick of wanting to be dead;
I’m sick of being the one who’s always so strong;
I’m sick of being somebody that doesn’t belong! !

poem by Shelby Brockway
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I Am Sick......

i am sick of your justice...
sick of dead bodies strewn,
sick of your bursts of gunfire,
and your bombs without conscience.
sick of the napalm fingers of your equality,
trading flesh for nickels and dime.
sick of your powder and your pills,
sick of the rape of the young girl
beneath your flag!
i am sick of your nuclear bibles,
sick of your buying and trading.
i am sick of the pound of your oil rigs,
sick of the stink of your morality.
i am sick of your hanging trees,
your courtrooms stacked.
i am sick of the money you sleep with,
sick of your colorless freedom.
i am sick of your smokestacks gone silent.
sick of your riot squads gassing.
i am sick of the amendments you've twisted,
sick of your hate and your prejudice...
i am sick of your slavery,
your prisons, your human rights violations.
i am sick of your political lies....

revolution, by common bond,
the choice of integrity, or death!
the dignity of the human soul demands,
that we live or we die!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Jump

JUMP!
I don't wanna wake up today
Cause everyday's the same
And I've been waiting so long
For things to change
I'm sick of this town
Sick of my job
Sick of my friends
Cause everyone's jaded
Sick of this place
I wanna break free
I'm so frustrated
I just wanna jump (JUMP!)
Don't wanna think about tomorrow (JUMP!)
I just don't care tonight
I just wanna jump (JUMP!)
Don't wanna think about my sorrow
Let's go, whoa!
Forget your problems
I just wanna jump
I don't wanna wake up one day
And find out it's too late
To do all the things I wanna do
So I'm gonna pack up my bags
I'm never coming back
Cause the years are passing by
And I'm wasting all my ti-time
I'm sick of this house
I'm sick of being broke
I'm sick of this town that's bringing me down
I'm sick of this place
I wanna break free
I'm so frustrated
I just wanna jump (JUMP!)
Don't wanna think about tomorrow (JUMP!)
I just don't care tonight
I just wanna jump (JUMP!)
Don't wanna think about my sorrow
Let's go, whoa!
Forget your problems
I just wanna jump
I just wanna jump
(I can't take it anymore)
(I can't take it anymore)
(I can't take it anymore)
(Can't take it, can't take it)
(Can't take it, can't take it)
Forget tomorrow
I just wanna jump (JUMP!)
Don't wanna think about tomorrow (JUMP!)
I just don't care tonight
I just wanna jump (JUMP!)
Don't wanna think about my sorrow
Let's go, whoa!
Forget your problems
I just let them go, whoa!
Forget tomorrow
I just wanna jump (JUMP!)
I just wanna jump (JUMP!)
Yeah!
I just wanna jump (JUMP!)
I just wanna jump!

song performed by by Simple Plan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I'm sick of you

Can’t you tell I’m sick of you?
If you can’t let me make it straight,
I’m sick of having this debate,
I’m sick of being the friend you come to when you’re bored,
And I’m sick of my words being ignored,
I’m sick of listening to you telling me what to do,
I’m sick of having to do chores for you,
I quit,
I’m sick of hearing you flirt with my brother,
Why don’t you go find another?
I’m sick of hearing what you and your friends are doing,
But never hearing “you’re going”,
I’m sick of not being good enough,
Sorry we don’t like the same stuff,
I sick of you caring what people think of me,
It’s me, and I don’t agree,
I am who I am like it or leave it,
So I will go, but I must admit,
I am a screw up, not the best at being a friend,
But I don’t talk crap, don’t pretend,
I don’t use, lie, or fake,
So as I said, this is me,
Like it or leave it,
I am done.

poem by Courtney Helm
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So Sick

im sick of not knowing,
im sick of not showing,
im sick of all the starring
im sick of not caring
im sick of being labled bad
im sick of always looking sad
im sick of feeling locked in bars
im sick of all the painful scars
im sick of all the thugs
im sick of all the drugs
im sick of asking myself why
im sick of telling myself i want to die
im sick of feeling like i always want to cry
im sick of living a lie
im sick of not having a dream
im sick of lifes borring theme
but thares only one was out...
so what does that mean?

poem by Ricky Baker
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Im sick

im sick of not knowing,
im sick of not showing,
im sick of all the starring
im sick of not caring
im sick of being labled bad
im sick of always looking sad
im sick of feeling locked in bars
im sick of all the painful scars
im sick of all the thugs
im sick of all the drugs
im sick of asking myself why
im sick of telling myself i want to die
im sick of feeling like i always want to cry
im sick of living a lie
im sick of not having a dream
im sick of lifes borring theme
but thares only one was out...
so what does that mean?

poem by Malorie Genoff
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So Many Sick Friends Now

SO MANY SICK FRIENDS NOW

So many sick friends now
So much pain and dying-

One day I will grow young again
And all the world with me
And we will have hope and dreams again
As we did once-
And we will laugh again and again
At our own
And all the world’s
endless nonsense.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Understatement

I'm Sick of Smiling
And so is my jaw
Can't you see my front is crumbling down?
I'm sick of being someone im not
Please get me out of this slump
I'm sick of clapping
When I know I can do it better for myself
I'm sick of waiting
Sick of all these words that will never matter

I wire all these nerves together
Hoping for a chance to think on time
And I'm tracing over your letter
To see if your intentions are as good as mine

But you're getting worse
I swear it
It's hard to prove you're an understatement
You're getting worse and I know
That you'll be calling me again

I'm done with everything
That had to do with you
Don't worry you pictures are already burned
I'm done with new friends
Don't sell yourself short
You'll lose it in the end

I can't help how I feel

song performed by by New Found Glory from Sticks And Stones
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Silent Alarm

its funny...my dreams
they're never what they seem.
they're never as serene
or come close to in between
what i want or what i need

someone's always there
a silouhette in the air
but i never know who
i could never catch her face
though i always feel her grace
changing the mood of the place
in my head and in my heart

she feels good in my arms
protecting me from harm
she's the perfect, silent alarm
i've been alive for...

no matter who i'm with
no matter how well the puzzle piece fits
i eventually come out sick...

sick of fear sick of loathing
sick of silence sick of roaming
sick of trying sick of guessing
sick of messing.....up....
all i can do is look up

these visions are never clear
like a thunderstorm i fear
that this ringing in my ear
will justify the myths...
that out there somewhere

she's thinking of me too
though we all know the truth
that im a washed up, worn down,
reclused ruse

poem by Adrian Carrillo
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Morality, like language, is an invented structure for conserving and communicating order. And morality is learned, like language, by mimicking and remembering.

quote by Jane Rule
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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I Am Sick....

I am sick …. The pain I feel.
I am sick…. This must be surreal.
I am sick…. I will not die.
I am sick…. But I must live on with this lie.
I am sick…. It’s not like cancer it’s not that bad.
I am sick… but the say depression goes with this pain I have.
I am sick…. It will never disappear.
I am sick…. My days will go on with the same o’l tear.
I am sick…. That I have thought of taking my pain away.
I am sick…. For that I cannot for the pain must stay.
I am sick… and no one can fix me.
I am sick…. That no one can see.
I am sick…. They believe nothing is wrong with me.
I am sick…. Because of this disease.
I am sick…. Because I beg god please.

poem by Winifred Harkness
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Sick I Am...

i am sick...please don`t be sad...
i am sick...please don`t tell anyone...
i am sick...please forgive me if i hurt you...
i am sick...going so faraway from here...
i am sick...saying this only for you...
i am sick...maybe will never come back...
i am sick...remember me and never forget me...
i am sick...pray for me and wish me all best what you can...
i am sick...all wounds i have inside my heart...
i am sick...please don`t be sad...
i am sick... and you will never see me..

poem by Hazem Al Jaber
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I'm Sick of It

I'm sick of it
I'm sick of you being sick
I'm sick of the injections
Of the medication
Of the vomit
I'm just sick

Everyone thought
That you were in pain
I know you were
But nobody knew that I
Suffered too
Maybe even more than you

You know?
I'm really mad
Not at you
But I'm just mad
And I don't know why!

I'm tired of all the times
I was left home
Alone
Of making hour long trips to
The hospitals
Every minute was agony
I'm tired of having to walk
On eggshells

I'm sorry
So sorry I didn't understand
How could I?
I'm too young
I still am

I just wish people would try
To hear me out
To hear my side of this
But nobody
Even tried

I hate this
Having to fake it
Wearing this stupid smile
The smile I don't even mean

Eventually I realise you
Weren't really the sick one
It was me
All along

I'm not a victim of physical
Torture
I'm a victim of
Myself

Every tear shed
Every plea made
Every bargain with God
All returned for nothing
All made me
Absolutely nothing

I fell deeper and deeper
Into the hole
Yet instead
Of pulling me out
Everyone turned away
They didn't catch me

Remember when we used to be happy?
When we didn't fight
When everything was alright?
You ask why things are the way
They are
Now

Honestly I don't know
I guess
Somewhere along the road
I took a detour

I'm sick of it
All I did was try to help
But nothing was ever enough
I'm sorry

There's no medication for me
It's terminal
I still sit on that bench
Crying
Inside
But everyone walks by
They stare
And stare
But nobody asks
If I'm okay

You got tired too
And you let go
But I have to
Hold on
No matter how tired I am

poem by Elephant Cheryl96
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OH! I can't SAY that....(a revision)

I'm sick of f\%king Facebook,
sick of emails,
sick of people talking,
sick of my work radio beeping,
I'm sick of words.

I am being cluttered to death by words....
I am sick of listening to crazies on the bus,
sick of television spewing out banality.

Sick of voices, sick of billboards, sick of typing.

I am word sick.

I am sick of people
The more they let me know them the less I care.
I don't care what your baby did.
don't give a f$ck about what you ate for dinner.
I don't even f*ckin care if your grandpa died.
Sick, sick, sick, I am making myself sick
just writing this sh#t down.
Nothing anyone has to say is of any importance at all
that includes me.
I am drowning in words, and voices, and mundane ideas.

I am sick of people trying to 'set the world on fire'
But I do wish them luck....

because some men just want to see the world burn.

I'm sick of f&cking texts and even more sick of phone calls.
I am sick of adverts on the telly.

I am fed up with peoples life stories.

I don't care what you have been through,
as long as you will let me sleep with you.

And I will only sleep with you
if you promise to wear a ball gag.

poem by Brevet Wilson
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So sick of it

I’m so sick of it
Making me feel like I’m sick

So sick of this
So sick of it all

When I finally got sick of it all
I just let it all out, I changed more and more
Explaining it and speaking my mind
Writing it all down on sheets of paper
Explaining why I’m so sick.

I’m so sick of it all
This world, Reality, all this bigotry
Can’t get enough of this
I can’t take it anymore I have to stand up
And fight against this sickness

Battling which is that repeating cycle
Battling Homophobia

I’ve done it so many times
It makes me wonder why I’m so sick

I’m so sick of it
Going threw the same f*cking thing.
Wanting more and more

Realizing it couldn’t ever be real it sadden me
I thought it over and over and then
That’s when I got sick of it.

Got me thinking me of it then reminding myself of reality.
It happened over and over that’s when I got sick.
Making me feel sicker.

Regretting all of the stupid thing I ignored
Remembering I gone threw the same thing before
Anticipating myself 0.99 seconds before the actual thought

I’m so sick of it, all the things that make me sick
All the things I fight against.
Im so sick of it…

poem by Marcellus Watts
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Morality Make Beauty

Would the things you do
Make you beautiful
Probably
Surely we have two sides in everything
The two sides of beauty
You and you
Inside and outside
Ever and never
Inexhaustible and exhaustible

Let just start right here
Cosmetics made me looked beautiful
But I wander
How long would this last
When it is never hidden from the
Solemn standing sun
The sun shall shine
And tomorrow the sun shall dry this beauty away
Some call it old age
Why won't this beauty last?
Some also say old age annihilates beauty

Hey!
How long would you remain a secret to the majority?
You contemptuously say to cosmetic
Beauty maker
Is that what they call you?
Oh mercy you despicable

Morality makes you beautiful you
Morality makes you beautiful inside
Morality makes you beautiful for ever
Morality makes you your world beautiful

Your inside matters
The sun don't dry it up c
It hidden from the solemn standing sun
Morality overcomes the sun's annihilation
Let morality make you up
Behold drifting away shall your beauty not be
Forever shall it bloom as the sun shines

poem by Moses Amen Nyinaku
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He Talk I Am Sick

Yes i am sick because i can not standing on the street call out customer.

Yes i am sick because i can not go to Hotel with any customer after work.

Yes i am sick because i do not from far away come to beg an other men be father for the kid without marriage.

Yes i am sick because i do not going with the man i do never know before go to any where his country to make memories.

Yes i am sick because i do not sell my body.

Yes i am sick because i do not send my nude pictures to any man exchange some things.

Yes i am sick because i am not cheap women

Yes i am sick because i can not sleep with any men.

Yes i am sick because i am have only one Heart.

Yes i am sick because i can not betray without this love.

Yes i am sick because i must to hold on any things insult from the man without reason.

Yes i am sick because i am alway talking the truth.

Yes i am sick because i can not do any things or talk any things when i want to do i want to talk.

Yes i am sick because i am stupid, i am real in Love.

Yes that it is reason i am Sick.

Angel Aki

poem by Ester Worter
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Sicckk

sick of it..
im so sick of it
im sick of waking up in the morning.
im sick of you saying im nothing,
im sick of you calling me down.
im sick of you drinking all the time. |
im sick of you blaming everything on meh.
im sick of you
im sick of this
im sick of everything..
but must of all your the one im sick of..

i relise your the reson for my pain...
sorry mom..
its time for me to goo..

poem by Cheylayna Bear
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Sick of…

Sick of the world
Sick of people acting like my friend
Sick of people talking behind my back
Sick of people playing games
Sick of people using me
Sick of worrying
Sick of fighting
Sick of being here
Sick of everything

poem by Tiffany Johnson
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Sick Of The Cruel World

i am sick
of living
in
a sick
and
cruel world
i want to lay down
and
die
its my
folt
why
was i born
i wish i wasnt
live would be better without me
i think i will stave my self
or jump of a cliff no one will care
i will
i
am no use
to any one
my life is
depressing
and very
lonely
i am already dead
but alive
i am sick of this world

poem by Harriett Bishop
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