|Teen Poetry #2|
|streets of pain|
since 2000-04-01Posts 179
Winnipeg, MB, Canada
The streets are dark and cold
with no life but rats
I sleep amonst all of this
You walk right by me like I'm trash
the garbage that fills the streets
you don't know me
nor do you know what I've lived through
You see the world through a blind
you never see what the world is really like
live a day in my shoes
realize what is really out there
before you call me a bum
Life is a precious thing
delicate and so fragile
and all your lives are a lie
I sleep in the cold every night
feeling pain all over me
without enough food or money to get my
I will soon die out here
I wear the same clothes day by day
I get tormented by the people
they think I'm nothing but a waste
nothing but a mistake God made
I'm human too
I breath the same air
see the same things
so why am I only a bum to you all?
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since 2000-03-09Posts 522
amen to that.
"you can see the spinter in your neighbors eye, but not the plank in your own."
Very well written poem there Poe_32, and I agree, everyone is something, we just have to learn what is on the inside rather than dismiss them for what is on the outside.
Anywho, great poem, I love it.
"Sa souvraya niende missian ye." \
I am lost in my own mind.
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice
From what I've tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great,
And would suffice.
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