They tell us stories, endless stories.
They tell us about the sun, which stretches through the sky.
They explain the changing seasons
And how ancients wondered why
Temperatures changed,
Like the hearts of the people
Living above ground became
Unreasonable
We are confined to uniform bricks
Government's tricks
Blank grey walls
Endless linoleum halls
Color is a luxury
Wasting useful time
Students are taught to work
Not find themselves in rhyme
Brick after brick
We will build an empire
In the ruins of our society
We will set the ground on fire
Burn every trace of the disease in our veins
Execute every one who shows pain
You give up your emotions to survive
The only way to find
That you aren't infected
With the sickness they call love, collected
You are taken from your mother
Ripped from your brother
And not allowed to cry
Say good-bye
With a smile on your face
Off to a better place
As I walk toward the furnace door
I know I have a cause to fight for
This isn't bravery, this is death!
You can't find a solution without breath
It'll go quick, the nurse says, syringe in hand
Doping me up with drugs from la la land
And as I fade into a restless sleep
My mother begins to weep
Boom
Crying, her doom
If she was infected, what am I?
A fallen star from a distant sky?
A girl tainted with nostalgia and new beginnings
The world resumes its spinning
As it loses one more resident
Still ignoring me, unbearably arrogant
To losing it's last chance of survival
Awaiting my arrival
At a distant planet far away
The journey eating up my days
So good-bye to earth, I hope you burn
I hope you never continue to turn
This is your end
Mine is far
You are nothing but
A distant star
Farewell, adieu
The end of you
But me? I'm just getting started
-Cable
A/N I'm thinking of making this poem into a longer poem. Any thoughts?
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PoetryAn untold story from a misplaced generation, this is teen angst at its finest. These the writings of The Suicide Notebook, or how I'd imagine them to be. It's mostly going to be in poetry form, slam or rhyming. Keep in mind that slam poetry sounds a...
