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jerely Sep 2016
bleed out,
scream,
confused
what's wrong in this world?
full of hatred, war,
hypocrisy society,
ignorance
selfish pride of evil money
innocent people died
in one blink of an eye

crying for help.

now, where is the love?
that we need to care,
that we need to share.

all of those were disappeared
one by one
dissiminate
because of us
we destroyed our own selves
our own people


so what's left in this world?
nothing
we loose everything.
but if we enlighten our soul
once more
maybe
we can see the light again
maybe
we still have hope
to reach out a hand
of love for everyone
not just by our own
selfish ways.
My heart bleeds, clench into fist with tears from my eyes as to what i have read and saw news over the internet from my hometown City in the Philippines that a tragic disaster had happened. Traumatic things to some who have witnessed in their eyes those people lying on the street dead and some were injured so bad that still confined in the hospital on that day Sept.2 friday night the bomb exploded near at a University  from my hometown City where I was raised and born. I am thankful to God that my beloved loved ones were safe & secured but feel sad too that some of the lives were taken away and I symphatize to those families that were affected by the unexpected incidents. Its just ashame of my own country, disrespectful, cruel and very ignorant of my co-filipinos who were just good at symphatizing other countries like Syria, France etc when a tragic things happened to those countries and yet mocking out to their own country laughing and blaming out to the President to what had just happened to his home City instead of loving out their own country by giving out their sympathy, still some filipinos are as frozen and cold-blooded feelings who cant emphatize. But even if we got mad over this, it won't be changed so instead let's pray to the souls of the victims, pray for our own beloved President that God will guide and protect him from his duty of this country, pray for our fellowmen armies who are encountering the abu sayaf to protect our country and pray for the peace of our World that this things will end.

I just hope that this will be given justice.





September 4, 2016
Copyright
Jerelii
Chloe Booton Aug 2016
I write poetry , not suicide notes.
As it seems every poem means suicide

Why am I lying ?
My words are undying . I write poetry to stop myself from that idea.
You had no idea.
People feel uncomfortable
when the topic of conversation is death.

Although I'd just like to save my breath,
from your experiences with me.
It'll all go south and sour words will spill from your mouth.
I'm sad and you'll be angry , you can't make me happy.

People get sick of me, they punch and kick with their vocabulary
"Go swallow pills again"
I know they don't mean it , I'd never fear it
The Idea of leaving.
The idea of leaving.
Arcassin B Jul 2016
By Arcassin Burnham

Noble steeds,
You said your prayers,
Pull the wool,
Times have changed,
You will never let your children turn to fools,
No matter what,
Give the seed,
Settled down,
No regrets,
Create a life,
You will be bound,
Hopefully, your Princes and princesses will make you proud,
Have a life,
So they could put their parents in a home,
You refused,
Now you're staying in your daughters guest room,
~ Present day, ~
Feeling isolated from the world you know,
History,
It don't make alot of since if you don't know,
Logically,
I could give **** if you recognize me,
Put my guard up for all my enemies that stay with me,
Just as long,
As the spirits give their kindness all to me,
In the mean time I will do whatever's best for me,
Take no pity from anyone in regards for sympathy,
Killing all of them with kindness carrying the empathy,
Third eye.
©ABPoetry2016


http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/07/third-eyed-horses-featured-on-poetry.html
Even your hottest hell, won't burn
I won't be fooled by
your burnt sympathy
I won't be fooled by
your rotten love

-Kaya
The tales of a man once loved,
He who resorted to misstreating others.
Turned vial, turned dark.
He tore through hearts as if they were a craved meal.
Pulling and shredding souls with words so unforgivable to young minds.
Pushing them towards suicide he felt at ease.
A bully of minds with a cowardly heart.
They will remember him
They won't forgive him
Someday when he passes there will be no audience to his demise,
There will be no tolerance for he who is certain he is above all else.
He is a bully of the worst kind.
One who bullied a young girls mind.

-Kathia Mariana Landeros
Amanda Jul 2016
The ocean is a tough judge,
granting no one a pardon
for the things they have done.
Sympathy is limited, and
floats on the surface of the waves.
Once you duck underneath,
you're on your own.
Bookwizard9 Jun 2016
I take a glimpse,
at the future of the States,
Trump will destroy them.

I see Donald Trump,
Suddenly very proud to be
In my Canada.
Please do not be mad if you support him. I am just simply saying what I think is true.
Pauline Morris Jun 2016
Please excuse me for my days of doubt
On these days I have to write it out

Otherwise these feelings stay inside
Get down in my soul and hide

Then eat away all my will
In this these feelings are very skilled

The foster thoughts of death and release
They are definitely a cunning thief

But when I write on these days, it's not for sympathy
It's just to get out all the intensity
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