I could have/but im not
I could have been a follower
I could have been a dropp out
I could of have had to many kids than i could care
I could have been a drug dealer
I could have been a murderer
I could have been a thief
I could have been a kidnapper
I could have committed suicide
I could of been a nobody
I could have been a lost cause
But.....
Im not
Iam a leader within myself
Iam a future graduate
Iam a proud person
Iam an uncle
iam everything that i chose not to be
So iam postive on my choices
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Sad Sacking Uncle Daddies
My heart goes out,
To those unknown who carry...
In their minds they can not rid,
The fact...
They are the products,
Of some sad sacking uncle daddies.
And these uncle daddies brag about their kids.
As if supporting them is what they did!
But they don't care a bit.
OR do a disciplining.
All these uncle daddies do,
Is dropp a seed to leave and scoot.
I'd like to shout from rooftops,
But to who would give a hoot?
I'd like to stick my booted foot,
Up a pooter with a couth.
But...
Who would benefit from it?
Not the kids who walk around,
With feelings dismissed.
I'd like to shout from rooftops,
But to who would give a hoot?
I'd like to stick my booted foot,
Up a pooter with a couth.
To knock some sense in uncle daddies.
Those sad sacking uncle daddies.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Key to Success
Education is relevant for a person to be successful.
Education empowers a person to become a leader.
Great opportunities are presented to professionals.
The future of a Person can be unpredictable if she lacks education;
an uneducated person does not have the knowledge
of what the future has to offer for her.
Education is an essential tool to make a pleasant and stable living out of a simple quotidian life.
High Education contributes to the increase of the graduate
in her social economic level.
Education is the main Factor for one to become wealthy,
Millionaire, or even
Multimillionaire.
Education offers the opportunity for a person
to become the owner of a mansion.
Education brings one the opportunity to please herself.
Perhaps, getting to travel often to interesting countries/places, or
to be the owner of the latest new brand sport car.
Education enables one to reach success.
Education makes one become influential.
Education gives one the opportunity to be
at the top with the highest wage.
Education gives one self-fulfillment.
A thief can take away money, a car, a property from a person.
but is definitely impossible to take education away from someone.
Education is worth $10,000 $50,000 $1000,000
0ne puts it value!
Education is certainly the main Element to become successful
and overall to reach one’s goals and dreams.
poem by Sofi Martinez
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Eye Fat Suicide
Eye failed at suicide
Eye failed at suicide
An individual person HAS no rights in the millennium
All individual rights have been taken away from the constitution
There is no more freedom no more one man doing what he wants
When eye hung the rope around my neck my feet still reached the floor
When eye poured my poison the thief just came along
He drank my hemlock in the form of all my whiskey and then all of my beer
It helped me to quit drinking in the long run for eye tired of thief
But when he stole my suicide eye got no great relief
The gun was oiled and loaded but all eye did was tear
My finger on the trigger stayed when eye heard the neighbors there
Eye will not let any personality send me to my grave
When eye tried to drown myself they came and saved
When eye found my love is helped me in my quest to live
She does have love inside her it's the only thing eye fear
To leave behind this world to lose so great a love
Eye lost at suicide when eye found my flower love
She is that important to make me want to try again
To live long after time has made me bitter in my live
To attempt the possible future the ever and the iff
Eye failed at my own suicide eye also failed to live
But the second chance has come
This time eye will try to love
Something im not good at something from above
To love my purple love
To fail at suicide
To live and love once more
To even up the floor of all the empty lies
Eye failed at suicide
poem by Charles Hice
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That Fountain That Is Full Of Tears
That fountain that is full of tears
I saw it in
Saint Peter's square
While I visited Moskow
It wasn't a pretty sight
Let me tell you
The tears that are inside of that fountain
Are the tears from the people who had committed suicide
And also the people who had died from drug overdose
So many people come here to grieve their loss
This I know because while I was there I saw another man
That stood by my side
He never talked to me
And I never talked to him
He was probably a
Russian man
And beside the fountain that is full of tears there is a wall
That lists all the people that had committed suicide and died of
Drug overdose
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Suicide, Suicide, Suicide
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide
Pull the trigger
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide
Noone will care
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide
Time to end your pain
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide
Heres the end of your game
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide
poem by Lizzie Resendiz
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Suicide.
Suicide, suicide
Your presence is near
Suicide, suicide
I wish you were here
Suicide, suicide
Take me away
Suicide, suicide
Please make it today
Suicide, suicide
An answer, for me
Suicide, suicide
I need to escape, be free
Suicide, suicide
I’ve had too much
Suicide, suicide
Take me, do your touch
Suicide, suicide
Leave the rest behind
Suicide, suicide
You’re all over my mind
Suicide, suicide
Let me pass in peace
Suicide, suicide
I need to release
poem by Lisa French
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Suicide, suicide
Suicide, suicide
Come and save me
Suicide, suicide
Come and take me
Suicide, suicide
Where are you hiding
Suicide, suicide
Please let it be now
Suicide, suicide
Give me and answer
Suicide, suicide
Release me, i beg of you
Suicide, suicide
I can't take no more
Suicide, suicide
Free me, please touch me
Suicide, suicide
Help me end this
Suicide, suicide
It's only you in my mind
Suicide, suicide
Take me silently
Suicide, suicide
I need it now more than ever
poem by Sumiya Khan
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Are you proud yet?
i made it many miles without you i can make it farther i know i can
you never taught me how to ride a bike but i know how
you never helped me with my homework but i got A's
you never there to give me advice but i handled it without you
im tired of trying to make you proud, im about to give up its hard to never hear you say it
when i lost my bestfriend over a stupid gun you werent there to be my rock i made it without you are you proud yet?
im strong like mom im more like here everyday im proud of that she has been my rock, when i do something little she says she is proud
i made it thur middle school without you barely there i realized mom was right im glad im not like you
started high school your still not there physically yes but mentally you could careless, are you proud i know mom is
im turning 18 and going to graduate, are you proud yet, no you told me you didnt want to see me graduate, am i ever gonna hear you say it.
maybe not but i know one thing you have taught me is not to be like you, im like mom
i got pubished in a book, are you proud no you said you could careless, how can you be so heartless.
I let go of many things youve done, said and you promised maybe that wasnt a smart idea but ill learn so are you proud yet.
honestly i keep thinking im never gonna be your perfect kid, i dont care because mom made me the women i am and made me not like you, im strong are you proud yet?
After all is said and done i know mom is proud i made it this far without you, proud yet i know i am!
poem by Sarah Selinger
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Suicide! !
Suicide
It's all i think about
Suicide
Can't get it out
Suicide
So hard to resist
Suicide
resist the urge to slit my wrist
Suicide
wishing i had a gun
Suicide
all i have is a small razor
Suicide
so i drag the blade across my legs and arms
Suicide
wishing to do myself much more harm
Suicide
and i wake soaked in blood
Suicide
cuts all over my body
Suicide
and im still somehow alive
Suicide
deep and long so much blood lost
Suicide
how am i still here?
Suicide
I really need a gun
Suicide
one day... one day
Suicide
poem by Kaliaha Hogue
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Her Bliss
Death is in the flower's heart –
Why to cry for life of any petal?
Death in purple ink of weary pens
Betrays the written yearnings
On her scented paper.
Death is laughing in her cry;
Her broken heart forlorn upon the sleeve.
Death ignores the plight of any purity –
He doesn’t care or seem to be aware of
What her dewy eye desires,
For Death beckoned:
'Embrace the jar! '
And yes, she did –
For Death, of course.
After all, no other man would
Open up her hand and bid her with a kiss,
So Death became her bliss.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Suicide I cry
Suicide I cry with all my Heart
Suicide I cry, someone Kill me with a poision dart.
Suicide I cry, when I'm in pain
Crying suicide is not some kind of game
Suicide I cry most of the time.
I'll try suicide at a dropp of a dime.
Crying suicide is not a game
My cry of suicide is never the same
poem by Shauntae Taylor
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I didn't have the patience to be a drug dealer...I'd just wait till the end of the day and rob the dealer of his day's takings.
My Uncle Gay
I can not say in a way,
That would for anyone be understood.
But I have an uncle named Gayhall,
Who stands for me very tall.
A minister he is,
With a wife Pamela and two adorable kids.
Well...
They are no longer 'kids'.
Two beautiful women I 'should' say.
Nicole and Tiffany...
Each with a uniqueness,
Anyone can see.
Although my Uncle Gay,
Has been sick of late.
I hate the fact that he's like that.
But what can I do,
Besides pray from my Uncle Gay?
I 'see' him getting better,
Each day as I 'visualize'.
I want his health to return to him.
Because he is very special,
In my eyes.
I love my aunts and uncles...
As 'if' they were mine!
And...
Hey,
They are 'mine'!
Well...
Let me define what it is I want God to do!
'God,
I know for a fact...
You are with me all the time!
But...
Will You heal my Uncle Gay?
Right 'now'!
And...
Today! '
Dedicated to:
My Uncle Reverand Gayhall Pertillar.
Harrisburg, Pennsylvania
'Love you, Uncle Gay...
Pam and 'kids'.'
Nephew Larry
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Suicide Countdown.
suicide, suicide i wish i was dead.
suicide, suicide oh how much my wrists have bled.
suicide, suicide were almost there.
suicide, suicide no more skin, the blade will tear.
suicide, suicide we have one week.
suicide, suicide so filled with relief, i cannot speak.
seven days, suicide; until i die.
six days, suicide; no longer will i cry.
five days, suicide; ooh i cant wait.
four days, suicide; until i meet my fate.
three days, suicide; till my last word is said.
two days, suicide; twenty four hours till im dead.
one day, suicide; till night tears through dawn.
today, suicide; i am dead, i am gone.
{ some Tiddely Winks person, copied and pasted my poem on their profile. I WROTE THIS, IT ANGERS ME SAVAGELY TO THINK SOMEONE TOOK MY POEM.! !
poem by Marissa E '
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U Thief, U Stole My Heart
U thief, U stole my heart
Oh, the grief, i am torn all apart
U thief, U stole my heart
Oh, the brief encounter, i should have known it would b
bad from the start
U thief, U stole my heart
Oh, the relief, i don't have 2 let u in, I guess even though
i will b lonely, i win
U thief, U stole my heart
Oh, the belief, y do i dare, y do i even care
U thief, U stole my heart
Oh, the mischief, i saw the signs, but i chose not 2 read
between the lines
U thief, U stole my heart
Like the falling leaf, i will just have 2 make a new start
poem by Wendy A. Bartko
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No, Not Hives!
Quacks, wobbling colony
Can't there be a change?
Of incessant worrying minds
And dirty leading seats
No leader without a follower
Leading money away
Cause they don't care if you care
Suffering and suffering again
There should be a Messiah, we thought
Or so they say there is
Which mistake was it
To chose a dubious man
To torment us with scorpions
After we just had whips
We gave him a chance
To change 'our' suffering
Can men be trusted
Yet we trusted him
To lead us to victory
But here we are!
These men brought me hives
And yet...
Oh no, not hives again
poem by Ivan Chizurum Ezeigbo
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You Are a Leader
You are a leader
Not a follower.
A date is a date,
Go for the debate.
Whatever happened
To their financial revolution?
I thought that they could find solution
To the country who is saddened
And scared at their “laissez-faire” mentality:
No common sense regulations for the economy.
What happened to Rush and Hannity?
Let them swim in ignominy.
You go to Washington
Not as an Uncle Tom,
But as a real leader,
A great debater,
A man with extraordinary common sense,
And a patriot who will accept no cents
From corrupted lobbyists.
You and your team can remove the country
From this egregious economic abyss;
For too long, they have been lying and messy.
This is tough time, the nation
Expects you to lead intelligently with passion,
Not with voodoo economic theories.
You are expected to cut down the bad trees,
So we can start clean, fresh and anew.
You are chosen among the few
In this critical juncture to be a leader,
NOT A BUSINESS AS USUAL FOLLOWER.
They put the nation in pain,
They put the world in a bin;
You are expected to get us out of this elephant’s mess.
You are brilliant; you are going to do your very best.
You are a leader
Not a follower.
A date is a date,
Go for the debate.
Copyright © September 25,2008, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Author of 'Sparkles of Love'
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You're The Future
Kid's use your mind's
Don't fall behind......
You're the future.
Kids use your minds......
Lets take it one step at a time......
Don't break the rules......
Lets stay in school......
So that ys can,
Have a brighter future......
Kids use your minds......
Don't fall behind......
You're the future.
Knowledge is the power
And the key......
Use it to build a brighter future,
And to make a better world......
Don't give into negativity and
Stay away from drugs lets....
Stay drug free......
Kids use your minds......
Don't fall behind......
You're the future.
poem by Melvin Lightford
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As actors it is easy for us to play the hero. We get to fight the bad guys and stand up for justice. In real life, the choices are not always so clear. The Hollywood Blacklist … was a time I remember well. The choices were hard. The consequences were painful and very real. During the blacklist, I had friends who went into exile when no one would hire them; actors who committed suicide in despair. … I was threatened that using a Blacklisted writer for Spartacus –– my friend Dalton Trumbo — would mark me as a “Commie-lover” and end my career. There are times when one has to stand up for principle. I am so proud of my fellow actors who use their public influence to speak out against injustice. At 98 years old, I have learned one lesson from history: It very often repeats itself.
quote by Kirk Douglas
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and Jesus committed suicide
and Jesus committed suicide
Because he could do nothing else
Jesus was gay with a homosexual apostle
But which one?
Jesus committed suicide
And he spoke pretty words, that Jews had said for 2000 years.
Thousands of Jews were crucified by the Romans.
When will this be painted.
His genealogy is fake.
And his death was suicide.
He wants to die as atonement
But he’s an overrated Ken doll