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Today I cried a painful tear
for the world that’s falling apart.
The violence and the terrible ways,
I wish people would have heart.
The people of the world today,
It’s obvious they just don’t care.
The worlds too busy thinking of themselves,
They’re really not aware!
The world is going very fast,
Please hear the words I say.
With a prayer, and some love, and little luck…
We might shape up someday.
I have a message to the world
The only answer I see
The way to keep our world alive,
Is to think more of WE …..than ME!
for the world that’s falling apart.
The violence and the terrible ways,
I wish people would have heart.
The people of the world today,
It’s obvious they just don’t care.
The worlds too busy thinking of themselves,
They’re really not aware!
The world is going very fast,
Please hear the words I say.
With a prayer, and some love, and little luck…
We might shape up someday.
I have a message to the world
The only answer I see
The way to keep our world alive,
Is to think more of WE …..than ME!
Literature
It's sad
It's sad,
How people lock themselves up,
In their own little world.
We lie to ourselves,
Say that everything's alright,
Everythings fine.
We wear the mask,
And act the part,
And say it's all part of the show.
We live in boxes,
See in darkness,
And speak in lies.
I't's our world
That we live in,
Why should it change?
Literature
A poem...
I hate the way you smile at me
And tell me what to do.
I hate the way you manipulate me
And never say anything true
I hate the way you talked about me-
Always behind my back.
I hate the way you laughed at me.
It turned my whole world black.
I hate the way you act to me
So pathetic, cruel and mean
You turn my world upside down.
And make nothing the way it seems
I hate the way you treat me.
It's like you're digging my grave
But most of all I hate the way
That you never, ever forgave...
Literature
This Poem
This poem is lame; This poem is strange.
It's boring; It's stupid; It wont get me fame.
This poem is red; This poem is green.
This poem is all of the colours not in-between.
Thispoemisshort; T h i s p o e m i s l o n g.
It's entertaining; It's weak; It's strong.
Why are you reading? Why don't you write?
Why not put pen to paper. Make it dark; Make it bright!
Were my words that important that you'd continue to read as I write?
It's activity to pass the unbearable night.
Fight through th
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I also write poems too. I have them on my page, in my journal.