In the beginning, this world had many colors, mainly blue and green.
Throughout the Earth's years the green turned to brown, white, grey, black, smoke, and fire.
The blue turned to puke green and thick grey from all the unnatural changes on the Earth.
But there's one color that has quickly bled out to replace all these fading colors, this warm, liquid red that splatters for a so called freedom in this ironic world.A mind is worth more than anything. Without it, we wouldn't have what we have let alone exist.
If money is what makes us "happy" and trees help us breathe, then how are we suppose to enjoy our happiness when we spend money to cut down our lungs?
Although America is free, New Zealand is freer.
Although America is true, our money is taken.
Although America is the place to be, why are my friends being threatened to leave?
Although America is defending us, why are our cops killing us?
Although America is fair, why are people in poverty treated harshly but the rich aren't?
Although America is justice, why was the rapist not put in jail?
Although America was built through intelligence and different race......., why are our generations losing their minds and speaking prejudice?You're quiet and I am loud
You're smart and I am ignorant
You're sweet and I am harsh
You're a good student and I am a "clown"
You've done nothing but to cry out for help, so I think I should help you out.
I pick up my smartphone and text you these words To show that I take you as a joke
"GO KILL YOURSELF"
As I enter my class the next day I hear whispers throughout the hall. I guess you took my advice and I'll think nothing of you at all.
I never cared and you were so smart
Why did you make a stupid guess that I was serious?I was quiet and you were loud.
I got good grades and you were flunking.
I was sweet and you were mean.
I was a good kid and you were a trouble maker.
I didn't know who to ask help from
I was all alone.
Parents were gone and me in a foster home.
I texted you about my issue and was hoping you'd help me out, but you only gave me one solution.
I put the phone down and pick up the screwdriver and as I hold it upwards on the desk, I think of all the terrible things that have happened throughout my life.
"Yeah he is right"
And I slam my temple on the tool, landing with a gushing thud.
(Please don't do suicide you're really unique and even though I don't even know your name, you'll make my heart sick if you do end your life)
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Words From The Mind
PoetryThis isn't a book. This consists of words "poems" that just pop up into mind during the day and I wrote them down. So if your actually into this, enjoy.... WARNING: some poems may be graphic to the mind while imagining the pictures. Also most are...