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Words like Bullets
Words are like bullets to the brain. Often, they can damage not only that, but everything else around you. Who's to say who can clean up the mess with all of the stress you've been going through at the age of sixteen? How mean and demeaning the world can be, now to live in such a place where your words are too free, only to see that they can hurt through the internet when Mom and Dad are too busy to hear your woes. Too busy in the field of money and time consumed into impending doom when they are too late to ask themselves why didn't we stop and listen? Who's to blame, such a shame they point at the parents who say they were never around, even when the dinner table was full seated and feeding the teenager who wore nothing but black because it was the part of the sun that felt black and alone. Alone in the darkness they found on their own, because one day they wished that someone would see them before the pain can make them Hell in a home.
By Wren Chevrier8 years ago in Poets
Em-pathetic
Sometimes our lives can feel so staticStuck inside a routine, sometimes not even our ownLiving in somebody else's lightSoaking it up, parasitic in naturebut then all of a suddenin the midst of the complaints of boredom, and inability to find the excitement in a daythe world stopsand spins in the other direction
By Frankie Knight8 years ago in Poets
Walking Through Heaven
While the moon steadily rises across the country side, I keep my breaths shallow. Walking across an empty field is one of the most haunting feelings; you know that the earth stretches out for miles in front of you, yet as the fog rolls in you feel as though you may soon reach the edge-of-the-earth.
By Jodie Smith8 years ago in Poets
