*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 door and meer 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 door and meer 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 meer people than ever and there are only three people that can save the World and they are children. Jordan is a thirteen jaar old witch and is the daughter of the Greek god sun, Apollo. Mark, a fourteen jaar old wizard who is the son of Demeter. And last but not least Ivy is a thirteen jaar 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 u to do something,
of be something
That sometimes u don’t want to be?
They are those!
u know them!
u probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect u to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
u don’t want to take.
They are those who expect u to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
u prefer to be small and humble.
But do u 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 u were born,
Came up with a path for u 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 u are
u have no claim on me
I know my own path
I am my own guide
u are nothing to me
No matter how u try
What do u care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you
I know my own path
I am my own guide
u don't know me
No matter how u try
Why are u here?
u know I don't want you
I told u to leave me
I am my own path
I know my own guide
u can't mold me
No matter how u 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 door any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind of fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
of accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will u take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop singing of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even door taking one step forward,
door placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
u 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 door any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind of fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
of accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will u take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop singing of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even door taking one step forward,
door placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
u will realize the cage has already been broken.