It kills me
Its kill's me to see
How cruel people can be
To them, they lay prejudice
As if it were a dependence
Only by intimidation they reign
Without that they are overly slain
And yet people lay scared
Its not like they cared
Don't be afraid, and stand for enough
Let them no they aren't tough
I should i know, because it happened to me
poem by Neil Crosby
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When you're involved in a war it's the old saying 'if your name's written on the bullet, there's nothing you can do about it'. So you just banished it from your mind. Of course I was scared on some occasions and anyone who says they aren't scared during an operation probably isn't telling the truth. I know about six people who had no fear. Literally none. Whether that was due to a lack of imagination or because they'd conquered it, I don't know. In fact one was Iain Duncan Smith's father, who was one of my closest friends. But during a war, people are taught to kill and they have the blessings of the authorities to do so, so if it's your life or somebody else's, you want to be quite sure it's not yours.
quote by Christopher Lee
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Theres Times When I think
There are time when
I think that maybe if
I opened up more to people
And was more sociable
Then maybe people
Might actually like me
And I would have alot more friends
People can extremely judgemental
And when you don't give them much
To go off of they can greatly misjudge you
It's no flaw on anyones part
It's just human nature
I would like to get
To know more people
And make more friends
But the possibility that they
Actually won't like me still exist
And I'm scared by it too much
I'm overly critical of myself
And I think I have a million character flaws
And I'm not that interesting
And I expect people to see me the same way
Even though people almost never see me
The way i see myself
Afraid?
Too many people are afraid to speak.
Is it because they're too damned weak?
Afraid to stand out
afraid to shout
or just plain afraid and meek?
Too many people are afraid to yell.
Is it because they're afraid of hell?
Afraid of the crowd,
afraid to be loud
or just plain afraid of death's knell?
Too many people are afraid to hear.
Is it because of what they fear?
Afraid of the unknown,
afraid to be shown
or just plain afraid of what isn't clear?
Fear, fear
It is always here.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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I'm who I AM!
People think I'm so confident,
But I'm really more insecure than anyone can realize! !
I don't feel completely comfortable with my body! !
And I get overly emotional! !
I don't fall for someone easily because I'm afraid to trust!
My failures out shine my strengths in my mind! !
I think too much,
I feel things more deeply than most people! !
My legs aren't long and my hair doesn't always fall as it should! !
But I know I'm worth something,
And I have my place,
I have a sparkle in my eyes that even I can't deny,
I'm stronger than so many can understand! !
I might not be perfect, but I'm perfectly me! !
poem by Lavanya Subramanian
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In the animation world, people who understand pencils and paper usually aren't computer people, and the computer people usually aren't the artistic people, so they always stand on opposite sides of the line.
My Happiness
I have no happiness
It died with my love
My love is all I had
And now
No more
My happiness was my love
And when it died
So did I
I was then reborn
To find a new love
One in which I can't tough
I'm scared to tough this new love
Fore I'm afraid I'd kill it
This new love
I don't want dead
I'll die before this new love is destroyed I'll fight to the death
Even kill
It is mine
No one else's
This new love is my happiness
poem by Candice LeBlanc
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Anarchists
The leaders of this country,
Think were the ones that do wrong,
They take control of the power,
and steal this land of forgotten freedom
Its not the people afraid of the government,
Its the government afraid of the people
They call the ones dressed in black,
The evil ones but we fight back,
We've got hackers, we've got protesters,
we let no man left behind
Its not the people afraid of the government,
Its the government afraid of the people
The unions dressed in black,
With their flag raised up high,
Don't take no for an answer,
As the forces stain the streets with blood
Its not the people afraid of the government,
Its the government afraid of the people
We fight for the people,
Our obligation is good as gold,
And though we fight with arms of steel,
we don't let death go in vein
Its not the people afraid of the government,
Its the government afraid of the people
poem by Bing D'Amico
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Maybe… there aren't any such things as good friends or bad friends — maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you're hurt and who help you feel not so lonely. Maybe they're always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living for. Maybe worth dying for, too, if that's what has to be. No good friends. No bad friends. Only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart.
quote by Stephen King
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Why Do They Complain?
Why do lonely people complain?
Do they want others to solve
The problem
They most likely created
By themselves
For themselves?
Why do lonely people complain?
Don't they know
Most people are afraid?
And those that aren't afraid,
Cannot help them?
Why do lonely people complain,
When the way
To break the hold
That loneliness has on them
Is through action?
poem by Lonely People Champion
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Those people,
Those people,
Those people are so cruel,
All those people were so unfair,
I must believe my conscience,
Life is so unjust,
Most of them kill with no mercy,
I can see them all,
I must come to believe,
Those people are so unjust,
Take mine for grabs,
I cannot believe those people,
They must know all they did unto me.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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Everybody's scared for their ass. There aren't too many people ready to die for racism. They'll kill for racism but they won't die for racism.
quote by Florynce R. Kennedy
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It's A Disease
Prejudice is a disease.
Unlike deadly viruses;
West Nile and S.A.R.S
Prejudice does not harm you.
Prejudice is an alcohol,
that brain-washes you.
Makes you think some people
deserve less than you
because they are different.
Just because their skin colour is different
Or because they dress differently.
Maybe because of their differences in religion
or because of their difference in sexuality.
The truth is,
Prejudice may not be able to harm you,
But it is the deadliest disease that ever entered our planet.
It is this disease that gets people murdered,
and then some thrown in jail.
It is this disease that starts gangs against people who are different.
And it is this disease that has our world in a problem today.
So whatever you do,
Never let this disease into your body
or else you life will be gone-forever.
What Ever Happened
What ever happened to smiles that people used to share
And in their faces you saw they cared.
People were more friendly then
And for a neighbor, they would bend.
People used to feel other peoples pains
Now they say “ oh what a shame”.
People used to walk with dignity and pride
Now they just run and hide.
What ever happened to block parties and such
Where you could get a smile
And a warm gentle touch.
Where people would exchange recipes
And taste each others foods.
And bring smiles of happiness to
Get others out of their moods.
What ever happened to kids playing
Stickball on the streets, and people
Would gather for families to meet.
Where children would sell lemonade
For a nickel a glass, and they would
Run out much to fast.
When you would make your own shoe shine box
And go to the corner of freeman and fox.
The shoes were shined for fifteen cents
The best shines that you could get.
Then we’d get empty pickle jars and fill
Them with cold water and a shot glass
And in the cap, a hole we’d make
And the more they played the greater the stake.
(not many people knew that the colder the water-
(the coin would turn away, and away from the glass it would sway)
We learned to earn a living at a very young age
And living life was a stage.
What ever happened to those days of old
Where people were more friendly
And yet more bold.
WHAT EVER HAPPENED?
poem by Louis Rams
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We Complain
We complain
When in other countries people are in pain
We complain
And on the other side, conditions are inhumane
We complain
Many people want to ascertain
I don't eat cheese
While in other countries people die of disease
I don't want to clean my room
While many people starve just wanting food to consume
My mom just gave me 50 dollars and thats not enough
In different places people can't even pay for rent; life is tough
We complain
Many people, their life they can't sustain
Parents their kids they can't maintain
On Christmas people can't even buy a candy cane
People feeling like they're drowning in acid rain
And we complain
People out there who can't even afford to watch an ad campaign
People hiding on the streets because of shame
Because themselves are the ones to blame
Many things they detain
People out there who wish they were slain
People who wear the same clothes with the same little stain
People sleeping out in the rain
People who have given up and just start to cut their vein
When some people work and get their paycheck, they feel nothing they gain
Without insurance they gotta be careful because there's nothing they can sprain
Many people like in Africa have nothing to eat, not even a little grain...
And we complain
poem by Bianca Edwards
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Sick And Tired (song)
Afraid to love and afraid to trust
I stand here today with a harden crust
I’m fragile and I’m weak but I have to be
Strong and tough but I just can’t see
All the lies that they have told me
To my face and
To my face and
To my face and
I’m sick and tired
I’m sick and tired
Of all the lies
All the lies
I’m sick and tired
I’m sick and tired
Of all the pain
All the pain
I don’t wanna be scared
I don’t wanna pretend
Anymore
Scared to love
And scared to trust
Pretending to be strong
With a hard crust
But deep inside
I’m weak and torn
And I’m trying to hide
I’m sick and tired
I’m sick and tired
Of all the lies
All the lies
I’m sick and tired
I’m sick and tired
Of all the pain
All the pain
I don’t wanna be scared
I don’t wanna pretend
Anymore
Unable to do what I wanna do
Unable to feel what I wanna feel
Unable to see what is meant to be
I can only wish that this wasn’t me
I can only wish that this wasn’t me
Cause I am
Afraid to love and afraid to trust
I stand here tonight with a harden crust
I’m fragile and weak but I have to be
Strong and tough but I just can’t see
All the lies that they told me
And I’m sick and tired
I’m sick and tired
Of lies and pain
I don’t wanna be scared and pretend
Anymore
I can only wish that this wasn’t me.
poem by Tessa Monaghan
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Fake smiles
Everyday I smile to make people belive that I'm okay
They believe it too!
When will I be able to take off my mask?
Let people see the real me?
I let her out sometimes in my writing
But she scares me
She's a deamon that has taken over my body
That's why I'm scared to let her out
Scared to become her
Scared what she will do to me
Most of all I'm scared that she will take over and I'll loose this part of me.
poem by Marissa Ford
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Paper Birds
Can you feel it?
The overwhelming power of the wind,
the strength of the rivers,
The force of the storms
the might of the mountains
People fight people
people kill people
nature fights people
nature kills people
people kill people
people fight people
people fight nature
people cannot over come nature.
poem by Fletcher Wright
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Lifecycle
People aren't born for what they do, but what their parents dream.
People don't grow for growing's sake, but for the future's gleam.
People don't live to one day die, they live to put off dying.
People don't work to build themselves, they work to stave off crying.
People aren't fired for what they say, they're fired for making war.
People don't die for what they believe, they die for who they are.
poem by Poet Dragon
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The children in black
The children in black
Where did their childhoods go
Trailing water behind
How did they become this cynical
They write words of hate
Tears of joy is no longer a term for them
How can they be so small
But hate so much
The children in black
The children in black
What happened to happiness
Are they that controlled
That everything can effect them
Don't they have the right to laugh
Why are their eyes this guarded
Does everything have to be that formal
What happened to innocence
Did it go away with the faith
The children in black
The children in black
I can see the bitterness
Can't you see the ugly truth
Bitter minds already got their minds trained
So why are children so dark
Is there that much pain
The children in black
The children in black
What happened to be open minded
Did it close like a door
Only opening for a few
Is this society that negative
That they can't see the light
What happened to love
Loving parents and friends
It must have went away
The children in black
The children in black
Their hate scares me
Their eyes make me grimace
With thier hate they can stop the world
But how is that possible when they are so young
Are their minds that easy to twist
The children in black
The children in black
I hope they will soon see the light
I don't know if it's normal to be afraid
But that's what I feel
Why do most people find it easier to be sad
Do they realize it's not
The children aren't children anymore
They're miny adults trying to impress
Why don't people realize this
Are they that oblivious
Maybe if people opened their eyes we could do something
But until then...
The children in black
poem by Lillie Ellis
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Strong Courage
My courage is STRONG
It is the strongest people have seen in a while
The kind you rarely see
My courage is when I stand up to people
My courage is when I tell the truth and not be afraid
My courage is when I help someone and put myself in danger to help
My courage is not being scared of a risky task
My courage is speaking my mind without any worries
My courage is STRONG
poem by Bailey Deziel
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