Collection of Poetry
PJfaninmaine
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Just thought I would start a new thread so everyone could write some of there poetry here.
If eyes are mirrors to the soul, Why cant they see me?
Oh, what a happy person she is, Oh, how nice she is to all.
They dont see the bills unpaid, they dont see the worries spinning around in her head.
Married at 18, three kids by twenty-three, Divorced at Twenty-Seven. No college education, a martyr of the State.
How will she survive in a world full of material things?
No one to turn to. All she wants is to put a gun to her head. Then, she thinks of her children, Cant leave them to fend for themselves. Somehow, Someway, she will survive and rise above it all.
If eyes are mirrors to the soul, Why cant they see me?
Oh, what a happy person she is, Oh, how nice she is to all.
They dont see the bills unpaid, they dont see the worries spinning around in her head.
Married at 18, three kids by twenty-three, Divorced at Twenty-Seven. No college education, a martyr of the State.
How will she survive in a world full of material things?
No one to turn to. All she wants is to put a gun to her head. Then, she thinks of her children, Cant leave them to fend for themselves. Somehow, Someway, she will survive and rise above it all.
If being sane is thinking there's something wrong with being different....I'd rather be completely fucking mental.
(Angelina Jolie)
(Angelina Jolie)
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Keep hope alive, Mainer! You realize by posting here, you've gained a handful of people who would come and kick you if you killed yourself.
Thank you for posting and welcome! Stick around!
Are things not needed.
And if no one to turn to
Turn to yourself.
Worries will always be.
We must put them in order,
We must not let them consume
Our happy souls.
Education does not make you smart
You can teach yourself
Anything you really want to know.
Thoughts of handguns are easy
Harder still to keep on.
But keeping on is the only option,
Have love for yourself and your kin,
Because it is all that matters.
Somehow, someway we must rise above it all
Never want to see you fall!
cheap
easy
slipknot love at 650 feet per second
be it whomever said love is blind
take aim and be kind
my apple adorns me
bitten
spit
smitten
kicked
if you have the one shot
and feel the need to give
I say aim high motherfucker
For if it isn't the will or the dominatrix
It is the jeans and the sneakers that flow so smoothly down the pavement
through the alley
over the fence
Cracks notwithstanding
Fucking tree in the way
You'll have to catch me to eat me and I know these woods like the back of my hand and if I happen to find my armory there will be nothing to stand in my way nothing to beat back my freedom and right to breathe...
These days I hear the shots echo in the distance and the armies that pile at my door so naive
This rock quarry rarely mined
My mind
If you thought the dream sorely remembered
If you thought the last breath escaped
May I politely remind you of last year's triumph and this year's last stand
Those clouds are mine
I've claimed them as my manifest destiny
You can keep your land
Nothing grows here as it is and the slamdance tantrums that you pull in the state mean nothing to these cliff walls so silent and imposing these past centuries
The day you look up and realize that the blue in the sky is merely the illusion that keeps us so ground bound
I'll already be gone
Shot into the infinite at 650 feet per second, a cocked hammer released
Funny how those cliffs never say a word
The best kept secrets die in the wind
And my smoke
The smell of ozone
Drifts through the canyon in the winter pause
Your dinner will be ready at 11.
(Angelina Jolie)