Submissions by Darien
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
We Are
We are strong as a whole, but broken as a divided nation.
We follow your revolution, when we know it is best for our country.
We stand when you say we must, but we truly only want to sit.
We sing when you say, when we only want peace and quiet.
We work when you say to work, when we only want to sleep.
We give when you say give, but the truth is we do not want to share.
You say stand tall, we want to hunch it relieves the pain in our hungry bellies.
We want to love and show it,but we do not want purity we can each other.
We follow orders, but we want to yell...
We follow your revolution, when we know it is best for our country.
We stand when you say we must, but we truly only want to sit.
We sing when you say, when we only want peace and quiet.
We work when you say to work, when we only want to sleep.
We give when you say give, but the truth is we do not want to share.
You say stand tall, we want to hunch it relieves the pain in our hungry bellies.
We want to love and show it,but we do not want purity we can each other.
We follow orders, but we want to yell...
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Ode to a Lost Soul
I just dont know what to do anymore.
I now know what an animal trapped in a box feels like,
I only wished the box would cave before I did,
but then again if its not raining I know I wont get far.
to think a silly cardboard box could withstand more than I,
Sometimes I wished it would rain so I knew I wasn't weak.
So I knew I was strong and could make it.
After seeing a cardboard box in the rain crumpled and collapsed, I know I can make it.
Cause after a strong storm, I am still standing.
In what little part of me still standing I see strength I didnt know I...
I now know what an animal trapped in a box feels like,
I only wished the box would cave before I did,
but then again if its not raining I know I wont get far.
to think a silly cardboard box could withstand more than I,
Sometimes I wished it would rain so I knew I wasn't weak.
So I knew I was strong and could make it.
After seeing a cardboard box in the rain crumpled and collapsed, I know I can make it.
Cause after a strong storm, I am still standing.
In what little part of me still standing I see strength I didnt know I...
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