Bully

Abra The Bully

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Poetry
Abra suddenly appeared;
He knocked on my door.
But I was startled,
So I slammed the door.
 
Later I went into the hallway,
And there he called me bitch.
I thought he would beat me up,
But he turned his back and went away.
Author's Notes/Comments: 

An event in my life,

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Abra The Bully

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Poetry

Abra suddenly appeared;

He knocked on my door.

But I was startled,

So I slammed the door.

 

Later I went into the hallway,

And there he called me bitch.

I thought he would beat me up,

But he turned his back and walked away.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some event in my life.

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Dont be a bully! 2015

Dont be a bully! 2015

 

Dont be a bully is what you'd really like to say

when that person tortures you in every possible way

it makes you feel a sadness that really is no fun

just like a special pet when there life with you is done

dont be a bully you know how that feels inside

the scars that no one see's is where love should reside

but instead it is a battle when a bully does misbehave

and you feel just like a boat fighting aganst a raging wave

dont be a bully it causes a lifetime of suffering and pain

but karme has a way of leaving you with nothing to gain

it gives one a reason to want want to end there life

and the scars along the way peirce you like a knife

so the next time you think of doing this so fully

remember how it would feel and never be a bully

 

 

        zoeycup16

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this poem i wrote for all those who were and still are bullied, i was growing up and the scar's that bullying leave are there forever, they for some will never go away. And its becoming a real issue in society today and what's worse some teachers and principal's turn a blind eye to it, i hope you all like it

                                                                                                                                           zoeycup16

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Her Perspective

I found a girl, and saw her perspective
Silent, yet surprisingly reflective
They claimed she was away, entirely defective

But I knew otherwise just from the look in her eyes
I saw through the silent, and closed off disguise


And from there, I saw the immediate connection
Completely dissected, but still searches for true affection

 

Her warm, yet crooked emotion
A calmed, yet broken devotion

 

Silent, but struggling for her sound
and yet, still not a face found

 

Her skin torn, gone and rotten.
Her mouth stolen, words lost, ignored and forgotten.

 

She was exposed to all of the morbid things
Corrupted lies, and uneven broken wings

 

All she wanted to know if happiness was true
This is what I saw, this was the girl I knew

 

And she left sudden, without a word,
Her existence she seen was too blurred

 

Before I could realize, she was gone and done
Did you ever wonder what life can become?

 

All she wanted to know if happiness was true
This is what I saw, this was the girl I knew..

Abra The Bully

Folder: 
Poetry

Abra suddenly appeared;

He knocked on my door.

But I was startled,

So I slammed the door.


 

Later I went into the hallway,

And there he called me bitch.

I thought he would beat me up,

But he turned his back and went away.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some event in my life.

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Bulletproof

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Miscellaneous

Hateful words like sharp knives,

scratching away at the surface.

Disdainful eyes to my surprise,

Claiming I have no purpose.

My skin has hardened,

so has my poor soul.

My once optimistic mind,

Is now as black as coal.

Sticks and stones may break bones,

But words will surely hurt me.

Desperate to impress others,

show them how cold you can be.

Ugly, Stupid, Bitch, and Fatty

were many of my names.

Seeing who could make me cry,

was their favorite game.

But that solemn little girl,

Who used to shrink away in fear.

Has long since died from tears she cried,

That child is no longer here.

Say what you have to say,

try your best to get beneath my skin.

I will remain unaffected,

so let your games begin.

I will no longer try to hide,

To try to avoid the things you say.

For all those people who targeted me,

They will surely pay.

They expected me to crumble and fall,

to be crushed by simple words,

Understand my weakness is gone,

I am no longer that quiet nerd.

I am stronger than I was back then,

I am way stronger than my youth.

So keep on spraying hateful words,

My skin is bulletproof.

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Game - March 29, 2013

Stuck in this chaotic madness,

I can't tell wrong or right.

I'm yet to see an end to this.

I'm yet to stand up and fight.

They held me down and made me hurt.

They showed my shame until it burned.

I cannot stop their hateful game;

they won't stop until my last day.

I'm so far away from home.

I'm trapped, desperate, alone.

It can't stay going their way.

I'm done with being lost prey.

I tear the key from their wretched hands,

I unlock my shackles and break free.

My heart's breaking, you leave it in strands.

All that's left is the shame inside me.

I stand in my prison cell, ready to fight

for my pride, my lust, my simple human rights.

I'm a person, deserving freedom too.

I am disgusted by the one they call "You".

I raise my fist, my rights, my pride;

I strike down the foe that deny my life.

I erase you from this cold society

in hopes you'll see that I've set you free.

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Abra The Bully

Folder: 
Poetry

Abra suddenly appeared;

He knocked on my door.

But I was startled,

So I slammed the door.

 

Later I went into the hallway,

And there he called me bitch.

I thought he would beat me up,

But he turned his back and went away.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some terrible event in my life.

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Abra The Bully

Folder: 
Poetry

Abra suddenly appeared;

He knocked on my door.

But I was startled,

So I slammed the door.

 

Later I went into the hallway,

And there he called me bitch.

I thought he would beat me up,

But he turned his back and went away.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem I wrote about something that worried me.

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