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This is a poem that was selected into a compliation of poem's
How Messed Up the World Is
We are not equal
There is still people
That still look twice
With bias advice
Creates false assumptions
That affect our vote at elections
We just look the other way
People are still treated as slaves
The prison has become a plantation
Even with all the creation
What can we do without fighting
Everything will end up hurting
People think we are close
But we are still far away
Are we going to die
Live a messed up lie
What can we do
If we let the war go on
When someone high laughs
Someone low cries
This is a short rant about doubt
Doubt
I hear people say we are close to an all equal world, but really people are convincing others to look the other way. We all live in such different mind sets that we might as well be from different realities if we aren't already are. Most people who stay on a blank slate for most of their life, have their paper written with things they don’t understand. This makes it so there is no choice but to blindly follow. We are so desperate that doubt has become a frenemy. We doubt either the paper or the ink. Ourselves or what is controlling us. We doubt, it saves or destroys. Our minds turn either way and it hurts people, or saves them. Until these can become the same thing. We will forever doubt the concept of doubt.
Here is a poem about Love and Hate
Why Do We Love If We Hate
Why do we love I have wondered
If it hurts us over and over
That hurt that breeds hate
That hate is balanced by love
That love is like a white dove
It balances out our fate
One is overbearing
One is sweet and caring
And it might not be the first date
But they fit together
Like the leaves and chill in November
And they will never hate
Yes love does hurt
But it has it’s quirks
And starts on an empty slate
So if you ask a person in love
Where you can see the white of the dove
Why do we love if we hate
And that person will say
no matter the day
the thing that opened the gate
The answer is
If it a hers or his
It is love that is better than hate
This is a short rant about siblings, in which I have two
Siblings
I have two brothers, two disasters, two trouble makers whatever you would call them. My parents say to deal with them just like they did with their little siblings. It takes a lot for me to snap, I tell my parents I will. The monsters yell, scream, and annoy to no end. What am I supposed to do, play pretend with them and do everything there way? I have a life, that I want to live independently from them, they don’t understand a girl, or that someone older knows things they don’t but they always think they are right. When you ignore them they find a way to make mom and dad to get you to play with them, just as peace was settling after so long. What do they do for me? I should get something in return, for my work at holding my flustering annoyance. And I ask, will I ever understand them?
But one day, when they come to me in tears caused by hurt. I fluster with anger for that person that hurt them. My little brothers, laughing and smiling and playing, are hurt inside and are suffering caused by someone else and I wasn’t there to protect them. I hug them close and tell them to cry all they need, it’s ok to cry. I realize that I don’t need anything in return, what I get is two little brothers that love me. Since that day I played, laughed and smiled. So siblings are to fight with and yell at, but you are always there for each other and love each other forever. So if you have siblings and wonder why they are there, look after them and make sure they are never hurt and if they are, be there for them for you love them and they love you. They won’t be those little brothers forever.
How Messed Up the World Is
We are not equal
There is still people
That still look twice
With bias advice
Creates false assumptions
That affect our vote at elections
We just look the other way
People are still treated as slaves
The prison has become a plantation
Even with all the creation
What can we do without fighting
Everything will end up hurting
People think we are close
But we are still far away
Are we going to die
Live a messed up lie
What can we do
If we let the war go on
When someone high laughs
Someone low cries
This is a short rant about doubt
Doubt
I hear people say we are close to an all equal world, but really people are convincing others to look the other way. We all live in such different mind sets that we might as well be from different realities if we aren't already are. Most people who stay on a blank slate for most of their life, have their paper written with things they don’t understand. This makes it so there is no choice but to blindly follow. We are so desperate that doubt has become a frenemy. We doubt either the paper or the ink. Ourselves or what is controlling us. We doubt, it saves or destroys. Our minds turn either way and it hurts people, or saves them. Until these can become the same thing. We will forever doubt the concept of doubt.
Here is a poem about Love and Hate
Why Do We Love If We Hate
Why do we love I have wondered
If it hurts us over and over
That hurt that breeds hate
That hate is balanced by love
That love is like a white dove
It balances out our fate
One is overbearing
One is sweet and caring
And it might not be the first date
But they fit together
Like the leaves and chill in November
And they will never hate
Yes love does hurt
But it has it’s quirks
And starts on an empty slate
So if you ask a person in love
Where you can see the white of the dove
Why do we love if we hate
And that person will say
no matter the day
the thing that opened the gate
The answer is
If it a hers or his
It is love that is better than hate
This is a short rant about siblings, in which I have two
Siblings
I have two brothers, two disasters, two trouble makers whatever you would call them. My parents say to deal with them just like they did with their little siblings. It takes a lot for me to snap, I tell my parents I will. The monsters yell, scream, and annoy to no end. What am I supposed to do, play pretend with them and do everything there way? I have a life, that I want to live independently from them, they don’t understand a girl, or that someone older knows things they don’t but they always think they are right. When you ignore them they find a way to make mom and dad to get you to play with them, just as peace was settling after so long. What do they do for me? I should get something in return, for my work at holding my flustering annoyance. And I ask, will I ever understand them?
But one day, when they come to me in tears caused by hurt. I fluster with anger for that person that hurt them. My little brothers, laughing and smiling and playing, are hurt inside and are suffering caused by someone else and I wasn’t there to protect them. I hug them close and tell them to cry all they need, it’s ok to cry. I realize that I don’t need anything in return, what I get is two little brothers that love me. Since that day I played, laughed and smiled. So siblings are to fight with and yell at, but you are always there for each other and love each other forever. So if you have siblings and wonder why they are there, look after them and make sure they are never hurt and if they are, be there for them for you love them and they love you. They won’t be those little brothers forever.