*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
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Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went kwa and zaidi pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went kwa and zaidi pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
It is 120 years into the future and the Rights Organization is stronger than ever. They are killing zaidi people than ever and there are only three people that can save the World and they are children. Jordan is a thirteen mwaka old witch and is the daughter of the Greek god sun, Apollo. Mark, a fourteen mwaka old wizard who is the son of Demeter. And last but not least Ivy is a thirteen mwaka old daughter of Ares and a great witch. These three children are the worlds only hope. Read Half and Half, The Begining of the End.
Me and Those
Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants wewe to do something,
au be something
That sometimes wewe don’t want to be?
They are those!
wewe know them!
wewe probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect wewe to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
wewe don’t want to take.
They are those who expect wewe to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
wewe prefer to be small and humble.
But do wewe think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!
They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since wewe were born,
Came up with a path for wewe in life.
But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
Sitting right where wewe are
wewe have no claim on me
I know my own path
I am my own guide
wewe are nothing to me
No matter how wewe try
What do wewe care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you
I know my own path
I am my own guide
wewe don't know me
No matter how wewe try
Why are wewe here?
wewe know I don't want you
I told wewe to leave me
I am my own path
I know my own guide
wewe can't mold me
No matter how wewe try
Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. lol Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved kwa any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind au fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
au accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will wewe take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop imba of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even kwa taking one step forward,
kwa placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
wewe will realize the cage has already been broken.
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved kwa any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind au fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
au accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will wewe take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop imba of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even kwa taking one step forward,
kwa placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
wewe will realize the cage has already been broken.