Title
Wake up now we’re all just the same,
Can’t you see
We’re playing a blame game
Granted we’re on different teams
You’re guilty
For your hollow screams
It wasn’t even, from word go
You picked your own pace
(Too slow)
Where you land is your own choice
Stand taller ,Why don’t you,
Use your voice,
So they look down at you
On your higher moral ground
It’s your own soul to which your bound
A Master
Was never one of mediocrity
He stood apart
And learned his art
You see
Piece by piece
Little by little
Their qualms
Will
Become
(But )
A little fritter
Minute by minute
Confusions Aggression
Becomes
(Ultimately)
The Illusions lesson
A contest entry
- sadness and darkness and anything society dosent like. by Emo Cowboy14.
1200 points, ended June 8, 2007, 40 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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hmmm. this is realy good thanks for entering.
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