Poetry: Swim

Swim
Swim
Little fish
Little tank

Swim
Swim
All day long
Don't you tired of the same scenery?

Swim
Swim
Eat
Drift

Swim
Swim
Just
Swim

Poetry: Abuse

Locked in a cage that she believed was home
She didn't understand why they all cried
For her.

Yes, her arms were broken, swollen, and worn
But that's just how it was
Can't tell her why it's wrong.

Locked to wall, yeah he's on a leash
But it's not wrong, it's just his daddy's thing
To him.

Yes, his legs were broken, tied, and dead
But that's just how it was
Can't tell him to be sad.

These people are all living pain
But they don't understand a single thing
These people don't cry at night
Last time they didn't put a fight...
Not them.

Don't you go going calling them names.
They ain't, oh they ain't masochists.
Living their realities is not a breeze
So ignoring what their brain says is wrong (does it?)
They accept their punishment.

They were never told of any other way
This is life, this is home, this is their reality.
And if you tried to take them away,
More than a few curse words they'd say.

Their dad's love is unique.
Their mom's just having a bad day.
Aunt said it's normal.
Brother went through it.
This is a sign of strength.
What are they if not this?
How can their reality be wrong?
It's what they know.
It's what they've experienced.

When it's over,
When they're bleeding, broken...
They look up
And see happiness
Therefore...
Isn't this good?
Isn't this right?
Why would they smile and...
If it wasn't?
Therefore...
Therefore...
Doesn't it have to be?
Right, I mean.
Not sick.
Not horrible.

They are told they are loved.
They bring joy.
Why would they be lied to?
Don't take them away.
They want to bring happiness.
They can.
Therefore
They will.

She won't cry, locked in a cage.
He won't be bitter, tied to a leash.
This is home.

Poetry: Misguided

Told to live in love
We are raised in hate
Told to give the world peace
We speak only violence and rage
Told to follow the law
We break it incessantly with small acts of selfishness
Told to inspire those who are different
We mock and bully them into submission
Told to stop our cycle of death
We urge it on, loving the bloodbath

We are told many things
Many are positive
But
What we see is different

We follow our eyes, not our ears
We follow what is easiest
Not what is right

Told to act
See bystanders

How easy would it be
To end a war
If everyone else was frozen in place?

How easy would it be
To follow what's right
When to do nothing is wrong?

How easy would it be
To admit our sins
If lying gave us better results?

It's not easy.
Following a lie in the dark
Is preferred to seeing yourself stumble
In the light

It's not easy.
When you are told you be courageous
Act strong
Fight
Why are they cowering in the corner?
Why do they do nothing at all?

Told to create a new trend
When surrounded by those clinging onto the last one,
It's not easy.

And who are they, the hypocrites, to tell you
Tell you that it's your turn to fix the mistakes.
Ones that they created.
Ones that they reveled in.

You could say,
This world,
This learning pattern,
This push for better
When we've only seen worse...

Is misguided.

Poetry: Investigation

Hair was long and black
Face was small and round
Eyes were brown and beady
Gender unknown
Sex unknown

I hate documenting dogs.

Poetry: Balance

What kind of fear does it take to force one to live in the dark?
Away from the light one would go mad, they would.
What kind of person would it take to force one to leave the dark?
Towards the light one would be scared, they would prevail.

Poetry: Morose?

His eyes swelled with tears that would never fall.

Poetry: Counting

0 hero
1 fun
2 to
3 she
4 for
5 life
6 sticks
7 heaven(ly)
8 gate(ing)
9 time