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You girls look so pretty.
Did you wake up like this?
Were you born with it?
Were you also born real fake?
You know what I mean.
Pretending to be her friend.
Talking about her behind her back.
Setting her up to fail and fall.
She's in the hospital now.
You're lucky she's recovering.
But the blood from her wrists
are on your hands now.
Unless you change.
Did you wake up like this?
Were you born with it?
Were you also born real fake?
You know what I mean.
Pretending to be her friend.
Talking about her behind her back.
Setting her up to fail and fall.
She's in the hospital now.
You're lucky she's recovering.
But the blood from her wrists
are on your hands now.
Unless you change.
Literature
steps.
humans were made to run barefoot.
we were made to climb mountains, fighting gravity
and to fly across stony deserts and dangerous forests.
we were not made for these,
these bastardizations of heels and soles and
skin.
humans were made to run barefoot,
because
we were always meant to leave traces of ourselves
on everything we touched, every inch
of the world that we would walk.
we were always meant to take with us
the scars left by the walls we would climb,
the bruises left by the falls we would take,
the hard skin and the instant familiarity left
by the paths we would forge
alone.
so worry not.
you were never meant to fee
Literature
On my corner
I stand on my corner
sometimes with a sign
sometimes with my voice
sometimes I don't stand at all
but today I stand,
I stand on my corner
and scream
I scream warnings, tidings
blessings and curse
in the hopes
someone will hear them.
I stand on my corner
and no one walks by
I see no one near
and I cry out
for someone to come
for anyone to help me
to offer me something
even if its just shelter
from the downpour cascading
down my cheeks.
I stand on my corner
and no one stands with me
and the crushing truth of that
forces me to fall.
No one offers me a hand
I have no way to rise
and so I sit on my corner,
sometimes with tears,
sometimes with scr
Literature
My School Says I'm Worthless (sort of a rant)
I'm a criminal because my values aren't their values
And I'm scum to say the least
Because I'm not on their list
Of academics
High achievers
Schooling-keen
Fervent believers
Ones who have their lives set out
And drink from molten glory raining down from
School top balconies...
And I have myself left to blame for all the non-attempts
And truancies; the bleak distractions
That help me escape the inviolable test-score stares
Of disapproval that I attract from their
Sternly-sculpted syllabus-minds
And they're forced to ask me 'Why?
Why are you still here?'
And I can barely say
That I'm afraid to leave.
That I know that no-one knows
Who
Or what
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Hey, Bully #1You're looking great today, man.
You got that nice smug smile.
You're feeling good and confident.
You're ready to spit your bile.
Hey, remember that kid?
The one you and your goons beat?
Yeah, him. You didn't hear?
They just buried him six feet.
A deviant
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What’s the matter? Feeling down?
Someone say something cruel?
They lowered your self-esteem?
Must be ‘cause you’re so uncool.
Don’t believe them. Of course that’s not true.
They trample you because they’re weak.
They hide behind you as a scapegoat.
They chose us because we’re unique.
Just remember you’re not alone.
Even now, you’ve got a friend.
You may not see your allies,
But they’ll be with you to the end.
They’ve been there; they know your pain.
They’ve fought such battles of their own.
They’ve fought alone, without support.
They won’t let you suffer alone.
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Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness
They never said it was free. They also never said it was reserved for certain individuals. They didn't say that the future would spend millions of dollars to contradict their words that was made to protect "all men" who "are created equal." Oh Forefathers, if only you knew how specific you should have been.
Life and Death: Until the EndI hate you! Why do you steal what I create?
I take what comes to me. I do not steal. Since the beginning, you can never seem to grasp the difference.
It doesn’t matter which word you choose. You cause me pain.
I am an end to pain. I end the pain of your children.
You end their life. You take some before they can even have a chance to live.
It is not my choice nor is it my fault. Your children are not immortal. Their bodies fade but their souls continue. I send them to where they belong. You know of this.
You are so full of darkness. I can barely see, let alone know what you do.
I see you. I see your beauty, your tragedy. Your love and your hate. I see all your colors. You are everything. I am nothing.
Nothing but an end.
If it wasn’t for me, the pain of your children would be perennial. I cut off the pain that your own children cause to their own kin. I don’t cause you pain. The pain is from you. I’ve seen it for a long time.
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bullies are LOSERS!