first poem i ever wrote
ok massive flashback here...this is from 8th grade...as you can tell i was a happy adolescent :/
As the world sleeps I'm awake
Staring out at a dark moonless night
in the unseeing world, I can see all
I can see the pushing, breaking
I can hear the taunting, crying
human spirit keeps to itself
away from all atrocities of people
Human spirit's breaking, can you see it?
Human spirit's crying, can you hear it?
A world that used to be filled with hope
Now is filled with dispair.
We used to love, now we fail
We used to give to human spirit
Now we keep it all to ourselves.
Never giving ourselves to others
The sholder we leaned on is now taken
The sholder of human spirit has crumbled
As I feel the cold prick of knife in my chest I say,
"I'm crying too spirit, I'll come to you
and away from this emotionless wasteland we created."
Just then, shining off the blade I saw the new rising sun.
A warm orange glow, and incarnation of the voice of human spirit
"No, press on and let me live again." It whispered
And I set downt the blade, watching the
rising of a new day, to once again lean
my head on human spirit
because we all need to be open to our peace
Take the hand of human spirit,
give a little and lean on it's sholder.
omfg I wanted to edit that so badly as i posted it, but that is exactly how i wrote it when i was 13. haha i can't believe i'm putting this on here
As the world sleeps I'm awake
Staring out at a dark moonless night
in the unseeing world, I can see all
I can see the pushing, breaking
I can hear the taunting, crying
human spirit keeps to itself
away from all atrocities of people
Human spirit's breaking, can you see it?
Human spirit's crying, can you hear it?
A world that used to be filled with hope
Now is filled with dispair.
We used to love, now we fail
We used to give to human spirit
Now we keep it all to ourselves.
Never giving ourselves to others
The sholder we leaned on is now taken
The sholder of human spirit has crumbled
As I feel the cold prick of knife in my chest I say,
"I'm crying too spirit, I'll come to you
and away from this emotionless wasteland we created."
Just then, shining off the blade I saw the new rising sun.
A warm orange glow, and incarnation of the voice of human spirit
"No, press on and let me live again." It whispered
And I set downt the blade, watching the
rising of a new day, to once again lean
my head on human spirit
because we all need to be open to our peace
Take the hand of human spirit,
give a little and lean on it's sholder.
omfg I wanted to edit that so badly as i posted it, but that is exactly how i wrote it when i was 13. haha i can't believe i'm putting this on here

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