Poetic

I don't want to be called poetic....

It is just a word....

I want to be its meaning...

The thing that people think does not exist I am the real thing.

Open your eyes quit dreaming...They say that guns kill people...

People kill people...

Smiles are deteriorating and all you hear now is the cries of this generation screaming.

Trees no longer everywhere...

The sun is hotter than ever with its rays that its always beaming..

With fake words to replace true personalities is a whack formality.

Concerned about what someone tweets, or what is the hottest thing streaming.

Worried about what someone puts on a facebook.... when education in this state is at a all time low...

Where only a hand full of people want to go...

Some not able to afford cause maybe they are not that rich, or they or just that poor.

Instead they should have their face in a book..

Wanting to know there is more.... that we should love, and not wage war.

Something happen that we did not like..

Learn to move on and try not to let it happen again, but for some that is so hard.

They prefer to settle a score and fight.

I don't want to be called an answer...

I don't want to be called a solution...

We as people are blind leading blind.

Knowing it is not right...

The young kids of today having kids..

When they can barely put a pen to a piece of paper.

They can barely speak...

They can barely write...

Taking their own lives scared to close their eyes at night.

Yet we think all is ok...

We rather concern ourselves about things that have nothing to do with us.

Its a fact..

Others won't admit it..

I wish it was not safe to say.

I don't want to be called poetic...

I want to be that guy who watches a new world where we should enjoy every second.

Nothing for reckon...

Where politics did not matter.

Government and the world that others are making it needed no leaders.

Where there was no need for elections..

No need for money cause it drives us mad..

Where you would get a ticket for not being happy.

Where there would be no room to be sad...

Where we can enjoy what we have.

Cause it can always be taken away, so there is no time to wish about what we did not have or had.

I just want to be me...

I just want to dream...

How I wish the words I write can speak...

I wish they can scream...

I just want to be a writer who loves to write with other writers.

We are not looking for attention..

We are just trying to point out what we see.

Wake up...

This is not a dream..

This may be put in a poetic way, but the world of today just need to be saved.

Imagine if it was clean...

Reviews

[Otsana]

I think this poem is amazing! You haven't only wrote something beautiful but also full of meaning. I couldn't agree with you more on your views in this poem. I like how half way through it has a more optimistic feeling but at the same time sad because I think we know that the world isn't going to change no matter how much we wish it would. Nice work.

[Pi Cee]

Josh, ModestWords, PoeticFury, you're already everything you should want to be. You're amazing, and you ARE the meaning, to compassion, caring, poetry in its most lively form.

We thrive on you Prince.
-Bri