Ignorant PucksA Poem by Sanctuary DementiaChildren playing games, scraping ground with chalk Games of tag and hide & seek within a shadow land Teenage drama infested fleas creating another wound Calling around, lunch money defined by a grand It’s all just for the holy dollar in yet another back road town Jealousy compels to scream at those who said nothing at all Another game from hell, its high school revisited again Cursing in caps lock wearing hatred like a shawl Yet apparently adults are reduced to childish behaviors Roll the dice for the new roulette over a machines statistics Lists defining trust, friends, all merely by presence on a site Foolish child trapped in an aging body experiencing hatreds kicks “If you don’t like me don’t talk to me.” Yet hatred you continue to spread Unknowing of individuals yet attacks don’t cease; are you blind? I suppose you’re a fool, obsessed with drama, instead of living a life Because every time I log on every word you say is of jealousy and is unkind You speak of friendships, yet don’t friends rejoice for others? But apparently the world shines around you, at least in your reality Open your eyes, accepts others and smile for their happiness Perhaps then you’ll finally see a light and for yourself have glee It’s not about money, it’s about the people around, but there’s a catch here too You got to work with them if you want them to work with you So find joy in friends not possessions, nobody is attacking you, at least yet But ignorance can only be tolerated for so long, and anger sticks like glue So perhaps rebuild bridges you burned, apologize to those around Swallow pride and express remorse, series of drama child attacks inappropriate Causing drama, and refusing to see only shows how pathetic you really can be So rejoice in what you have, nobody is perfect it’s about living on a budget Small things are wonderful, so be happy in those, then maybe you’ll grow up © 2011 Sanctuary DementiaFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on April 7, 2011 Last Updated on April 7, 2011 AuthorSanctuary DementiaNMAboutMisery is one of my nicknames, it at one point all that I was for both myself, as well as for those around me. I was vile, I was cruel, and I do stil retain the ability to be as such, but Ive learned .. more..Writing
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