Humanity

Humanity is just a word,
with hardly any meaning behind it,
because the humans of this world
are all a bit blinded.

They don’t give money to the people without homes
and just walk past a beggar without a second glance,
but would rather spend money on their children’s iPhone’s
instead of giving someone a second chance.

When there’s someone in need,
its not very hard
to just take a seat,
and open your heart.

It doesn’t just go for the poor on the street,
because there’s more people around
who could use a little help and need,
someone to show them how to get off the ground.

So when everyone complains that chivalry is dead,
understand that it is your actions
that have the power to spread
the true meaning behind what is absent.

Santa

 

We heard about him everywhere

TV, friends, parents, neighbors

 

We never saw him,

But we had his vision

 

Never spoke with him

But knew his voice

 

We heard about his friends from ours

A Fairy, a Bunny, and some Reindeer

 

But the time had come,

Like a ghost our beliefs disappeared

 

Nobody seemed to tell the truth,

Not the TV, not the neighbors, nor friends and family

 

They crafted this image,

Only to rub it away

 

The canvas for this faded painting remains,

It’s message more clear than ever

Too Late

“Mommy, Mommy!” The little girl cries.

“Not now Sweety, Mommy’s busy.”

Yet her falsely lit smile reveals a lie.

 

“Daddy, Daddy, let’s play catch!”

The Father, just glares irritably.

“Not now Son, maybe in a little bit.”

 

Now that little girl is a teenager,

Who is dating that boy.

No longer is she playing with her dolls.

A pregnancy test will replace her old toys.

 

“Honey, Sweety! The old mother moans.

“Not now Mom, I’m going out.”

And so the elderly woman sits alone.

 

“Father, Oh no! I’ve made a mistake!”

“What is it Son?”

“This girl…I got her pregnant.”

 

And now sits the daughter, in the waiting room.

The boy holds her hand,

No longer are they on their own.

 

The parents, they apologize,

They were never there.

But the children sadly shake their heads.

And promise their child better.

 

Now sickly and old the parents beg,

They beg for forgiveness, just one more chance.

“No Mom.”

“No Dad.”

The now grown children never gave their parents another glance.

 

Who can you have faith in?

If not your own parents,

How are you to learn to trust,

If to the ones who’re supposed to love you,

You’re nothing but transparent.

 

Failure

I wish I could paint,
but I don’t have a steady hand.
If someone gave me an easel,
my penguin would resemble a man.

I wish I could sing,
but my voice sounds like a cry.
It’s tone-deaf and shaky
no matter how hard I try.

I wish I was smart,
but algebra’s a riddle.
English, science, history,
at school I just piddle.

I wish I was athletic,
but instead of catch, I drop,
instead of fast, I’m slow,
let’s just say the bench is my spot.

I wish I was funny,
but no one gets my humor.
I’m my only audience,
and it makes me feel more bluer.

There’s nothing great about me,
everyone can see,
I’m as useless as can be.

Certain to Suceed

This year has been long.
It has also been hard.
Problems.
Conflicts,
With solutions out of grasp.
One could wonder how I have made it this far.

They might guess that it was determination;
That I kept trying my best and did not worry about the problems.
Or maybe it was hope;
That I believed that tomorrow would simply be a better day.
What they do not know is that it was none of these things.

I did not wait for problems to go away,
Nor did I hide from them.
All the problems, I would not let them just pass by.
I held myself accountable and took action when they approached.
I knew that I could solve them,
And was certain of my success.

I did not simply believe in myself.
I knew that I could do it.
Problems.
Conflicts,
With solutions out of grasp.
I was able to get through them all because,
I was certain that I could succeed.

Quiet Suffering

Quiet Suffering

By: Shelby Counts

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Don’t say a word.

Don’t even think.

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Silence.

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Started out as innocent curiosity,

Turned to vile habit,

But I still believe I’m fine,

Tell myself I have to be.

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Living day-to-day from shattered remains,

Broken family, broken thoughts, broken reality,

Really it’s nothing special, nothing elaborate.

Pain is pain, but I still want to believe I’m fine,

Because I can’t face the reality of what’s wrong with me.

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Bleed,

Breathe,

Die,

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That’s all that’s on my mind.

Because I’m a walking tragedy,

Because nothing’s going right and I feel like I should be wrapped in straight jacket,

And I know that I’m not fine,

But the addiction makes me feel so bitterly free.

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I have to take it,

So I won’t live so unhappily,

But it’s all a racket,

Because I’m trapped in the habit, nowhere near fine,

And that’s not something I ever wanted to be.

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But don’t speak a word,

Because I don’t want to remember.

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Pill after pill,

How many did I take?

It doesn’t even matter.

People

Sometimes I wonder do they not know

Or do they not care

Allergic to learning,

And obsessed with celeb hair

 

Sticks and stones

May break their bones

Yet your words they cannot condone

 

2 dogs, 1 an annoying barker,

You identify it as the one darker.

All you hear is “ooh racist,”

And, “ugh, I need a facelift”

 

Traveling through doors,

Struggle like the world wars.

“They both open! Did you know?”

“It’s like magic, come see my show”

 

And some will read this like,

“This offends me,”

But I’ll just laugh

Because you’re so salty

The Wiser Mind

One day I walked a narrow path;
Left foot in front of the right,
Right foot in front of the left.
Sometimes I’d shake,
Sometimes I’d falter,
But I never would fall.

Something helped me along the way.
It was the Wiser Mind.
When I would stumble,
There it was, saying to me,
“Concentrate! You can do it!”
And with it I’d never fall.

The Wiser Mind:
Ingenious and thoughtful.
It would never be unsure.
It could never fall.

But where did it come from?
The Wiser Mind had a voice
That rang in my head,
Making sure I didn’t fall.

I thought I couldn’t walk alone,
But I was terribly wrong.
The Wiser Mind is a part of me;
I know I always have what I need
And I will never fall with strength.

START ALL OVER

I’ve been watching my friends destroy themselves

Observing from my own deserted island.

Where are their souls?

In the air like scattering fireflies

Dimming,

a fly in a trap,

dissolved in acid.

What am I to do?

With a tattered net in hand to catch them?

I tried giving back their lights.

But the husks fell to the ground as ashes.

Where are they now?

Farther away than my net can reach.

Farther away than I thought.

I don’t want my friends to fall.

I’d rather them live longer than me.

They should keep their innocence longer than me.

I’ve lost mine a long time ago,

Long before I ever had it.

It has driven me to such loneliness,

and I never would wish that on anyone.

The question now is where is my soul?

Somewhere yonder, I see my own hands strangling it.

I cannot save others, might as well burn with the rest.

Is it one hope to not let the husks of my friends dry?

If one could be saved, god, that would save me.

I can already find myself falling off the cliff.

I don’t know how to catch the kids falling.

My whole life is like this.

One shattered faith after another.

Faith in god? Broken.

Faith in others? Erased.

Faith in myself? Slipping.

What am I to do?

Perhaps I’ll start all over again now.

Irreversible

You are completely trapped in a hole;
Deep, dark, and dreary with no way out,
And now you are a troubled soul.

Suddenly, on life’s seemingly pleasant stroll,
You trip, stumble, fall, and then shout.
You are completely trapped in a hole.

Who has trapped you; who played that role?
It was a mind that was clouded and in doubt.
It was your distrust; it was your troubled soul.

You can’t recall what your friend stole?
Of course. It was nothing, yet you began to pout.
And now you are trapped in a hole.

That friend was a part of you; you both had the same goal,
But success was no longer what you were about.
That was when you became a troubled soul.

You couldn’t forgive what once made you whole,
So now you are alone in this black-out.
You are completely trapped in a hole.
Do you finally realize that you are a troubled soul?