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This is not a chapter post, sorry guys. But I want to run this poem I wrote a while back, during school time. Most of my class-mates and friends didn't understand it, but my teacher really enjoyed it and said it was great. Anyways though, I really liked it and thought it was good. I came across it a few days ago, and all the liking I had for it went down so much! I thought I'd share it with you guys, because it's about the world now days. You know how I told you all how when I write, most of the time I put all my ideas so fast and it gets really mixed up? This is exactly how it is.
Btw, before you read. Don't get weirded out or anything because it was our poetry unit and there were lots of expressions that I had to use, and different techniques and then put them together.
Here look:
This is not a chapter post, sorry guys. But I want to run this poem I wrote a while back, during school time. Most of my class-mates and friends didn't understand it, but my teacher really enjoyed it and said it was great. Anyways though, I really liked it and thought it was good. I came across it a few days ago, and all the liking I had for it went down so much! I thought I'd share it with you guys, because it's about the world now days. You know how I told you all how when I write, most of the time I put all my ideas so fast and it gets really mixed up? This is exactly how it is.
Btw, before you read. Don't get weirded out or anything because it was our poetry unit and there were lots of expressions that I had to use, and different techniques and then put them together.
Here look:
Realism, the major stepping stone people are blinded by.
It's like a child believing in a tooth fairy or Santa, they believe in the un-real.
How is it that a life is lost, and people can't find the tears to cry?
You're a turtle, hiding behind your shell and not standing up for what you believe in.
Making a difference doesn't come with listening to Pac.
A salty tear, the sour blood, is that what it comes down to?
Forget the media, all they worry about is the man who wore pink to work.
Standing up for what's real, helping the people who need to find a way out.
Occupation of land, the only form of stealing that can supposedly "help".
How can you prove yourself to people with power only looking down on you?
Fed with lies, it's false hope, like waiting for the sun on a rainy day.
Does pragmatism still exist or have you lost that as well?
Children crying, damned are dying, waiting for a rainbow thats never coming.
Searching for change, but what happens if the will power is gone?
Dishonored, you lead yourself to your grave.
Finding inner peace and following the faith that's been buried away for so long.
How can you survive when no one is looking after you?
Alone you stand, everybody's turned their backs.
Even if it means war and death, you start to believe your soul is lost.
Incapable of love, you have reached the end.
Comment or DM me what you think? I'm thinking of changing it up to the better, trying to improve because I want to improve my writing style.
When's thee next postt <3
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