*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
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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 oleh and lebih 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 oleh and lebih pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
It is 120 years into the future and the Rights Organization is stronger than ever. They are killing lebih people than ever and there are only three people that can save the World and they are children. Jordan is a thirteen tahun old witch and is the daughter of the Greek god sun, Apollo. Mark, a fourteen tahun old wizard who is the son of Demeter. And last but not least Ivy is a thirteen tahun old daughter of Ares and a great witch. These three children are the worlds only hope. Read Half and Half, The Begining of the End.
Me and Those
Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants anda to do something,
atau be something
That sometimes anda don’t want to be?
They are those!
anda know them!
anda probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect anda to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
anda don’t want to take.
They are those who expect anda to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
anda prefer to be small and humble.
But do anda 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 anda were born,
Came up with a path for anda 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.
Sitting right where anda are
anda have no claim on me
I know my own path
I am my own guide
anda are nothing to me
No matter how anda try
What do anda care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you
I know my own path
I am my own guide
anda don't know me
No matter how anda try
Why are anda here?
anda know I don't want you
I told anda to leave me
I am my own path
I know my own guide
anda can't mold me
No matter how anda 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 oleh any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind atau fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
atau accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will anda take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop bernyanyi of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even oleh taking one step forward,
oleh placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
anda 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 oleh any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind atau fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
atau accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will anda take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop bernyanyi of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even oleh taking one step forward,
oleh placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
anda will realize the cage has already been broken.