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Young Poet, 2 kwietnia 2012

The People

The People Of The Earth.

Why does the people of earth have to squabble over money and riches? Why cant we all be neither poor , neither rich. So it is fair. Whilst three quarters of the world suffer of lack of food and water. While the other quarter live with food always near their door, and water always availble. Why cant we share? Why cant we have world peace? Why cant we all be equal? Did you know if you donate about 100 dollars to the salvation army or another charity only about 10 Will go to the person you sent it to? If we are all equal, No countries no leader, no killing. We all just live in peace? No racism. Who cares if one persons black and one persons white? The colour of our skin or the sound of our voices shouldnt be made so we are different. Inside we are one. Who cares?! Why cant we just have peace? No war, no killing, no kings or queens. No one ever hungry or poor. We can all be equal.

But no that will never happen. Unless god can give us an oppturnity to wipe difference and we can become One. Then we can be equal.

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Young Poet, 2 kwietnia 2012

Reaper.

Sorry this isnt a poem i couldnt figure else where to put it but please read it and leave a comment thanks!

It was 2 o clock in the morning and there was a dark
figure walking down the road. He had a dark cloak around him. He looked very
mysterious. The figure was walking towards 25 Maple Avenue. I wonder why? I
decided to follow him. My name is Brian, I am fifteen years old and I live by
myself. The rest of my family is dead because of cancer. I spent a few years in
foster homes always moving. So I decided to fake my death so I could start
fresh. Anyway back to the dark figured man. I was following behind him being
careful not to make any sounds. I suddenly stepped on a stick and he turned.
But before he saw me I ducked behind a tree. I peeked out and saw him a few
metres away but getting closer slowly. I looked into his hood and
saw………….Nothing…. But that’s impossible! I thought to myself. The dark figure
said “Come out, come out wherever you are Brian”. I was scared and shocked. How
did he know my name? His shrill voice sounded like sandpaper. He came closer
and I bolted, I ran like the wind. I looked back and he was only a metre away.
I ran into my house and locked the door. He banged on the front of the door. So
I looked through the little spy hole and saw that he was holding a big black
scythe. I was so scared I literally jumped out of my skin! I screamed yet again
and ran upstairs forgetting to lock the back doors. The banging stopped, for a
few minutes I thought he had left. But then I heard him saying “ Come out
wherever you are little Brian ill find you eventually”. I ran into my room and
him underneath my bed. I heard him coming upstairs. Checking every room as he
walked past. My room was at the end of the hallway I was trapped. He talked yet
again and said “ I know your in here….” He opened the door and walked in. He
swung his scythe at me but missed. I tripped and crashed out of the window. I
rolled on the ground and intense pain filled my right leg, I think I broke it.
I tried to get up but couldn’t move. So I just lay on the road waiting for it
to be over. The man/ creature was slowly taking his time walking towards me,
swinging his scythe. He finally reached me and sighed “I hate killing innocent
people but it’s my job”. “Who who are you” I said in a scared voice. “Don’t you
know yet? I am your worst nightmare the end of everyone’s lives. I am death” He
replied.
He swung his scythe at me and I died.

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Young Poet, 23 stycznia 2012

Possessed

My first poem that i wrote
I struggle with these human bonds
slashing and dashing to break free
blood trickling down my arms my body
My soul scream for escape there is nothing left living for since
she's gone my life is a mess since she left I need to get to here
I need to see her since we will always be together
I finally break free and there she is the love of my life, I am dead...
Not My Best Tho
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