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A poem called: Society


Haseo

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How is it?

Society

A place where people live

Where there are

Different religions, cultures, music, government, laws, many things

Each person with there own opinion

Some racist, some logical, some meaningless

Racism is in Society

Older Generations teach younger generations

Hitler was taught differently than someone else

Einstein had a logical ideas, but meaningless to other people

Many great minds/leader

Are getting rejected from society because they are different in a way

We are all different and the same in a way

Society is beautifully blended of different people

People that can not understand one another

You cannot understand one

That has lived a life unlike yours, can you?

People try to help, but they cannot understand how to help

We can not understand many things

We cannot understand each other

We each have think of a different meaning

A different meaning for a word

Love, Life, Dreams, Nightmares, Reality

They all mean something else for a person

Each person is a story

A story that has many conflicts, friendships, deaths

A story that cannot be replayed

A one of a kind

We are all one of a kind

Society grows because of this reason

Just like a video game

The more levels the better, but

Life is not a game

There are moments where you feel confused

Is that the right choice?

Am I helping myself in anyway?

This leads to regrets

I regret, you regret, we all regret

There are many meanings to the word Society, but this is mine[/align]

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uhh' date=' poetry on ycm? u expecting people to take u as being "smart"? sry nuh uh.

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Dude don't spam! I am just asking people on YCM if they like it or not. Also, most people here are smart, but because of your post you have just have said that you are an idiot.

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Idiot? nah.

 

 

And that's not spam' date=' I merely stated my opinion on posting crappy poetry on a forum about a children's card game.

 

You, sir, are the idiot.

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First of all, GTFO of my thread! Second, most people on YCM are about 13-22 years old! Also, do not call poetry or my poem crappy because you can't right a decent sentence of it. So if you post again i will neg you! You have been warned and if you neg me back i will report you

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@Hades Eros: no it's just that you don't under stand his mind he can write poetry as good as i can maybe ever better so you have no right to say he can't write poems because probably you can't!

@Haseo really good poem it's the longest one i've seen here on ycm and the most inspirational one too keep up the good work ^_^

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@Hades Eros: no it's just that you don't under stand his mind he can write poetry as good as i can maybe ever better so you have no right to say he can't write poems because probably you can't!

@Haseo really good poem it's the longest one i've seen here on ycm and the most inspirational one too keep up the good work ^_^

 

^what she said^ And truly I mean it nice work.

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Eye on the TV

'cause tragedy thrills me

Whatever flavor it happens to be

 

Like:

"Killed by the husband" ...

"Drowned by the ocean" ...

"Shot by his own son" ...

"She used a poison in his tea,

Then (she) kissed him goodbye"

That's my kind of story

It's no fun til someone dies.

 

Don't look me at like I am a monster

Frown out your one face, but with the other (you)

Stare like a junkie into the TV

Stare like a zombie while the mother holds her child,

Watches him die,

Hands to the sky cryin "why, oh why?"

 

Cause I need to watch things die from a distance

Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies

You all need it too - don't lie.

 

Why can't we just admit it?

Why can't we just admit it?

We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'

Neither the brave nor bold

Nor brightest of stories told

We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'

 

I need to watch things die from a good safe distance

Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies

You all feel the same so why can't we just admit it?

 

Blood like rain fallin' down

Drum on grave and ground

 

Part vampire, part warrior,

Carnivore and voyeur

Stare at the transmittal.

Sing to the death rattle.

 

Credulous at best

Your desire to believe in

Angels in the hearts of men.

But pull your head on out your hippie haze

And give a listen

Shouldn't have to say it all again

 

The universe is hostile

So impersonal

Devour to survive

So it is, so it's always been

 

We all feed on tragedy.

It's like blood to a vampire.

 

Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies

Much better you than I.

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1. No paragraphs. (Make at least 3)

2. The order of your points are mixed up. (Sort that out yourself)

3. Very messy and a very wide point of view. (Be more specific and support only one particular topic)

 

Sort that out and I'll comment again. ^_^

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