weak

Strength

Life is particular -

It chooses the strong,

Holds them beneath it's wing -

Leaving the weak to struggle.

The strong sit up on their pedestals,

Taunting those souls,

With their heads hung low.

So many beatings in a life time,

And still the weak trudge on.

The strong raise their whips -

Another slash, another shot.

The weak fall lower,

Dragging their bodies through the mud -

Barely holding up their heads.

The waters come -

The tides swallow more pride -

Carrying it to the strong,

Making their immunity stronger.

The weak cry out, and claw at the waves -

They scream, 

Until the water drowns them out,

Pushed to the bottom,

And held down with the weight of their pain.

Suddenly, one hand reaches out of the sand -

Eyes pop open, and a breath is released.

Gripping to the ocean floor,

You see a body rise -

Behind it is another.

Tearing, frantically, at the sandy floor -

An army slowly rises,

Bodies with bruises, scrapes, burns -

Arms, covered in scars -

Legs, with the weight of the world. 

The weak grow strength,

And fight to the surface,

Breaking through the black waters.

Faces -

With battle wounds,

Reach their arms out -

With rage.

The strong in numbers, grow,

But are not of one.

Those born of strength begin to flounder,

As the weak masses grow stronger.

An uproar of pain escapes - 

The weak becoming the strong,

And the strong - the weak.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

1/22/2015

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Wake UP!

Wake Up! Wake UP! No more sleeping in bed
Little Peter is crying he needs to be fed

Angie is failing she can’t even read
This problem exists because she is poor- that’s what her teacher now believes

We are failing our children while we lie asleep
Our family structure is failing and is proven to be weak.

Wake Up! Wake Up! Mother while Peter is being raped
By the same man you love and claim it’s you that he dates

Wake! Wake Up! Dad your daughter is growing old
She needs a man in her life – so she sleeps with the addict who treats her cold…

Wake Up mom and dad no more thinking about you
But instead of our children whose thoughts are misconstrued

The alarm clock has gone off- No more sleeping in bed
Let’s save the children we have left
‘Cause half of our children are already dead.

Wake Up!!!!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Wake up is a powerful piece screaming the needs of some of our children. Wake up has been described as the perfect wake up call for those caring for children. It is a great gift for someone in the social services field; teachers or any persons providing the needs of our children

Not Landing

Do you really think that I'm scared to die?
Go ahead and shoot me through the eye
Do you really think I'm afraid to live?
Giving into everything that I can give

Death is nothing more than an open door
Life is a journey and nothing more

Cracked but not broken;
Shattered by words unspoken;
Glued and tied back together;
By myself, friends, and whoever

Do you really think that you can hurt me
Yes you can and that's a guarantee

But do you really think your bruises will last forever
No, NO, they NEVER!!!

Do you really think that I am weak?
All the shit I've been through, dare I speak?

Bitch, I'm still standing
In the air and I'm not landing

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Drug

My mind is awake
it never sleeps
Keeps me awake at night
and in the day, weak

I can't control
where it goes
My morbid thought
only my mind knows

The messed up things
I like to do
I turn my heart off
when I go through

the things I drink
The things I take
the happiness
I try to create

My bleeding nose
My darkened eyes
Hide my apathy
Behind lies

The edge of cliff
way past the line
and no one can save me from me
this time.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this last year for a friend of the family. rip.

Weakness

Folder: 
2005

Never thought it would apply to me

Never thought it could be

But I am inside and out

I haven’t the strength to fight

 

I was proud of my strength

But oh how the mighty have fallen

I can hear them now

The enemies’ trumpets calling

 

Laughing at my defeat

I can hear them mocking me

I’ve always been weak

Now I can finally see

 

~Chrystal

Written on

August 23, 2005 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this one because thats how I was feeling that day.

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