Submissions by Ammii-brooke
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Influence corrupt
A world turned cold
unexpecting are the old
delaying a mind
generation lead by the blind
Disreguard a city awakening
closed minds in for shakening
Makes me sick
Mislead puppets controlling
the sons and daughters
A child forgets the blessing of being young
the fresh feeling each day with life exploding from you
Blame game?
its all the same game!
different person
different story.
unexpecting are the old
delaying a mind
generation lead by the blind
Disreguard a city awakening
closed minds in for shakening
Makes me sick
Mislead puppets controlling
the sons and daughters
A child forgets the blessing of being young
the fresh feeling each day with life exploding from you
Blame game?
its all the same game!
different person
different story.
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Blame
In a caged up world of mislead
thoughts...
there is blame.
Justice served within
courts...
a repetitive game
Never again
I wont colaborate an uneducated
child..
a proven angel.
Future generations?
Dear dream,
lost whispers
taunt my scene
unleashing a wild scream
So take some time
its your world to define
conformity a sign
captivating a sense of acceptance
honest by nature
honesty lureing the escence
wrongly accused
tormented life sentence
absolute power abused
defeation...
thoughts...
there is blame.
Justice served within
courts...
a repetitive game
Never again
I wont colaborate an uneducated
child..
a proven angel.
Future generations?
Dear dream,
lost whispers
taunt my scene
unleashing a wild scream
So take some time
its your world to define
conformity a sign
captivating a sense of acceptance
honest by nature
honesty lureing the escence
wrongly accused
tormented life sentence
absolute power abused
defeation...
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Sign up the Ignorant
With a beating heart
she lays.
Repetetive thoughts trapped in her
gaze.
With a stone hard soul
she tries.
Disguising fear in her delicate
eyes.
Mastered crafts of children, an army signed them.
tendour in vain
silence in pain
nights filled with rain
so much to gain.
Foster the ignorant, an army signed in shame.
she lays.
Repetetive thoughts trapped in her
gaze.
With a stone hard soul
she tries.
Disguising fear in her delicate
eyes.
Mastered crafts of children, an army signed them.
tendour in vain
silence in pain
nights filled with rain
so much to gain.
Foster the ignorant, an army signed in shame.
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