Andrew Martinez
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Poems I Wrote At 3:37 am
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noneNO SLEEP
-Generation Lazy-
What happen to the time when kids played in dirt and werent scared to get hurt?
No injury would ever stop any friend of mine
When we opened a book and learned how to use our mind.
Never spending day and night online
Living a life infront of some kind of screen
No screen would ever brainwash any friend of mine
New Age Zombies,no fun in life
Always being outside no matter of the time
Forced to come inside to clean up and dine
Kids have cellphones before the can pernounce any type of wine
No silly trend would ever intrigue any friend of mine
Whatever happen to the time when kids played in dirt and werent scared to get hurt??
-Untitled-
I once knew a man who worked with his hands
There was no day in which he didnt keep to his plan
Food on his table to matter if he worked till sunrise
He would never back down from this relentless fight
He always kept his head up high
Even when he had to stand in the Free Food line
Cardboard,Cans and Pellets all equal a Dime
A house full of laughing kids and loving memories helped him continue through time
This man taught me life lessons as he cleaned his hands of the grime
Worked everyday no matter of his age
Wrinkles on his face and hands could never stop this man
A Dying breed on this unforgiving land
I once knew this man who worked with his hands
A man whos name was Grandpa.....
-Thank You-
The walls are shaking
The foundations breaking
My mind is going but im not caring
The thoughts are endless but the action is never performed
Words are forgotten just a stare is given
The rage continues its unwated march
Red is the color of the eyes
A tear full of hate and a heart full of pain
My body cannot take one more trip to the insane
A life full of this brings nothing good this way
The fire dies and the anger subsides
Why should i let this control my life
Lessons learned by the scars on my skin
Even from the ones that are within
Thank you for hurting me and all the lies
If it wasnt for them i would still be blind
Comments
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chuck b., 04-11-2008 3:15 PM |
| generation lazy...i concur... | |
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.katia ruby cazares., 07-26-2008 1:24 AM |
| 3:24 or 3:27 is the time for me... ...i can never remember which... | |
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T.Niegsch, 09-23-2008 4:17 AM |
| generation lazy...you´re so right with your words |

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