{"sf1_id":850587,"sf2_id":"XnrO5gR1","title":"The rest of a 5 poems p T.T","author":"james mikoto","words":709,"posted_at":"2015-04-21T00:48:00.000Z","tags":["Alexandra","Goodbye","Hate","Poems"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/850587-the-rest-of-a-5-poems-p-t-t","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/XnrO5gR1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/98/93/98932755-9034-4ca7-9a1e-40b4f7c17471","description":"Say good bye she might be back for summer she sadi \"i dont know\" but hope she will she has been an great friend.","content":"RAGE\n\nI lay here to night in a dark silent room,\u0026nbsp;  \nFeeling only pain and uncontrollable gloom.  \nPictures of the blood flash in my head,\u0026nbsp;  \nPictures of you laying on the floor dead.  \nNever to come back and mess up my life,  \nI smile as I wipe your blood from my knife.  \nYour darkened red blood spills out on the street,  \nYour Colden heart stop DEAD in its beat,  \nI think back to all the pain and the hurt,  \nAs I cover your body and spit on the dirt.  \nFrom you or you GAME I Can no longer run,  \nAnd me killing you was my turn for FUN.  \nOh how they'll cry and Oh how they'll weep,  \nBut I know their Sorrow is ONLY SKIN DEEP.  \nAs I turn to walk down the cold empty street,\u0026nbsp;  \nI walk to the rhythm your heart USED to beat.  \nI think Back to you lying dead on the floor\u0026nbsp;  \nAnd SMILE knowing your heart beats NO MORE!!!!!!!!  \n  \n  \nHands\n\n\u0026nbsp;In desperation I search, trying to find myself I look.\n\nI search and search, for my heart is lost I search.  \nToo scared to run too scared to move.  \nParalyzed by pain and fear I search.  \nI fight to live as I stager at the pain.  \nI sit beside me staring at what I see.\u0026nbsp;  \nI shake my head at what I made me.  \nI fight to not listen at the pain I created.  \nThe pain I will always see.  \nAs I twitch in emptiness my eyes begin to see.  \nThe more they find the more it hurts.  \nThey look at me as a piece of meat.  \nTrembling legs, week arms, and scars from defeat.  \nI fight my self because of what I see.  \nIt's me I'm looking at and me that won't succeed.  \nI stare and look, searching for answers, for that I concede.\u0026nbsp;  \nI shred my self and my sole with my eyes.  \nThey are too strong for me for that I am paralyzed.  \nI see my hands as the grasper of pain.\u0026nbsp;  \nThey are the retriever of all I have received from me.  \nAs my hands fight back I see.  \nI am only what I want to be, and I still have a chance to defeat me.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;My father\n\nfor those who find this one offending im sorry :(\n\nHey you! Yeah, I'm talking to you, \"Dad\"!\n\nWhere were you when I needed you the most in my life?  \nYou were never at my side,  \nYou just wanted a carefree life.  \nWhere were you when I was growing up?  \nYou were busy starting over,\u0026nbsp;  \nDrinking from your golden cup.  \nDid you pretend that I don't exist anymore,  \nAs you were finding someone new?  \nWell, I hope you cherish everyday you live,  \nBecause I'm coming for you.  \nNever at a birthday nor graduation,  \nYou didn't care for me, that's clear.  \nI hope you have a good story for this,  \nBecause it's one I'm dying to hear.  \n\nHATE\n\nHate is a word used often in our house  \nWe hate every person\u0026nbsp;  \neverything\u0026nbsp;  \nevery mouse  \nWe dance when we leave\u0026nbsp;  \nAnd beg not to stay  \nHate is a word to describe everyday  \nTears shed everyday\u0026nbsp;  \nlaughter a forgotten sound  \nLove is a word never ever found  \n  \nNot far way.\n\nLong ago, when a white man saw his brothers dark face\n\nHe did not accept him because he was from a different race  \nHow could such a horrible thing be so true?  \nThe scares, the bruises, all black and blue  \n  \nWhere was the love?  \nThe, finally, a man was sent from an angel above  \nNo more war  \nHe opened up for us a brand new door  \n  \nA door where there was no more violence  \nWhere we could live everyday in peaceful silence  \nA door where we the right to choose were we wanted to sit on a bus  \nAnd not make a fuss  \n  \nSo, here we are today  \nEach year getting more grey  \nDo we accept people the way they are?  \nWe still have a while to go, but we are not very far\n\nAlexandra has to leave early BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO\n\nIt SUCKS i know but things happened back home so she wrote 2 of these and she is leaving tonight shes packing right now though\n\n  \n  \n  \n  \n\n"}