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Protect me from this world,
from this filth and hate,
from these crimes committed,
by these people of late.
Save me from this life,
from this prejudice and degradation,
from these atrocities made,
by these people of creation.
Keep me from this land,
from this suspicion and paranoia,
from these lies told,
by these people of dysphoria.
Protect me from this world,
from this fascist and racist face,
from these wrongs done,
by these people of the human race.
~Ashley Tia Long~
from this filth and hate,
from these crimes committed,
by these people of late.
Save me from this life,
from this prejudice and degradation,
from these atrocities made,
by these people of creation.
Keep me from this land,
from this suspicion and paranoia,
from these lies told,
by these people of dysphoria.
Protect me from this world,
from this fascist and racist face,
from these wrongs done,
by these people of the human race.
~Ashley Tia Long~
Literature
Human
She craves perfection
And human affection
Scared of rejection
And too much attention
Before you approach her,
Best state your intention
Just to break the tension
'Cause like I should probably mention
She's kind of insane
Literature
Being Human
You could be anybody.
Everything has a right to live.
But it all is made of the beholder because it can't be made out of something else.
"People are funny toys for me.
I know how to rule them very well".
An ordinary writing for a fifteen-year-old with a spiky bracelet and black lipstick.
"I may be Another..."
"People are grey mass!"
"Vampires, werewolves, wizards, boom, boom, bobobobobooooooommmmmm..."
Being human is not in fashion now.
Of course, every thought creates a new world somewhere away.
The world has very own ideas, but we can't reveal them.
"What did I do that everyone treats me in such a way?!
I am too soft, I forgive
Literature
Born
In the beginning,
Where do we begin?
In our minds, we progress
In our bodes, we digress
In our heart, to learn
What is right, we discern.
But what of it, forewarned,
In its nascent form
The inability to infer
Just why it differs?
No one can comprehend
Or pay with amends;
The prize of destiny-
A life of bigotry
A hateful word to confess
And they couldn't care less
For the reason it was condemned
For there was no one to defend
That it was just created that way,
But that's not what they say
They knew when it was born,
And adorned it with scorn,
A liar
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A poem I wrote while sitting at work doing absolutely nothing! My feelings on people. Pretty much sums them all up!
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
© 2012 - 2024 VampObsessed
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You are an amzing poet. you get your point across, but in a delicate way. you touch on serious subjects, but not in a depressing tone. you make your reader want it to last, but still want to finish your poem.