When will this end?
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying da their own hands everyday.
They say this world can change for the better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will Amore start?
The giorno we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The giorno we Amore too much to kill
The giorno others' pain is our pain
The giorno we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
I say, let us try.
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying da their own hands everyday.
They say this world can change for the better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will Amore start?
The giorno we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The giorno we Amore too much to kill
The giorno others' pain is our pain
The giorno we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
I say, let us try.
1 being the best 10 the worst
These libri are great for summer Leggere I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.
10. Deacula da Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit da Tolken
8. I'm the king of the castello da Susan Hill
7. 1984 da George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian talpa da Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice da Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre da carlotta, charlotte Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies da William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime da Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca da Daphne du Maurier
These libri are great for summer Leggere I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.
10. Deacula da Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit da Tolken
8. I'm the king of the castello da Susan Hill
7. 1984 da George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian talpa da Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice da Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre da carlotta, charlotte Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies da William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime da Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca da Daphne du Maurier
Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So te need not try to remember something,
te remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that te could have.
The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.
te try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.
The good things, te try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
So te need not try to remember something,
te remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that te could have.
The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.
te try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.
The good things, te try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went da and più pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went da and più pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
Me and Those
Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants te to do something,
o be something
That sometimes te don’t want to be?
They are those!
te know them!
te probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect te to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
te don’t want to take.
They are those who expect te to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
te prefer to be small and humble.
But do te think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!
They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since te were born,
Came up with a path for te in life.
But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
Artwork by me
Sitting right where te are
te have no claim on me
I know my own path
I am my own guide
te are nothing to me
No matter how te try
What do te care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you
I know my own path
I am my own guide
te don't know me
No matter how te try
Why are te here?
te know I don't want you
I told te to leave me
I am my own path
I know my own guide
te can't mold me
No matter how te try
Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. lol Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved da any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind o fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
o accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will te take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop Canto of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even da taking one step forward,
da placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
te will realize the cage has already been broken.
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved da any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind o fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
o accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will te take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop Canto of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even da taking one step forward,
da placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
te will realize the cage has already been broken.
