What do you want from me? by Silveranna, literature
Literature
What do you want from me?
What do they want from me? I'm still just a kid!
Only 17 and they say I've got to grow up,
I'm still innocent and full of joy,
Playing with toys and making noise,
But they say I've got to grow up.
What do they want from me? I'm still just a kid!
I feel my bones crack under the pressure,
And my brain always throbs,
All the while they tell me to get a job!
What do they want from me? I'm still just a kid!
Go to school!
Go to work!
Do your chores!
Never fail!
What do they want from me? I'm still just a kid!
Why can't you be proud of what I already did?!
From dawn to dusk I work at grades,
And come home to do some more,
And shoul
Bang! Bang!
They shoot us dead
Boom! Boom!
Hole in the head
Bomb! Bomb!
They fly high
Splat! Splat!
No more lies
Crash! Crash!
The cultures clashed
Rip! Rip!
Limbs are slashed
Scream! Scream!
They cry so loud
Moan! Moan!
A dying crowd
Bong! Bong!
The death knell tolls
Shh! Shh!
The land grows cold
What does being an American mean?
To chose right from wrong?
To state what you believe in,
no matter what?
Yet to still look at what you don't believe?
What being an American means,
Is up to you.
What does being an American mean?
To be true to yourself?
What being an American means,
Is up to you.
What does being an American mean?
To watch the flag wave,
and thinking of all those others,
like you,
looking at it?
For what being an American means,
will always be,
up to you,
an American.
Looking out the window,
I see two trees,
They always wave at one another,
One looking up,
The other looking down.
They are friends,
Always together,
One, big and tall,
The other, short and small,
Each from different families.
They stand for all to see,
Almost leaning against each other,
As if in love,
Separated by a cruel fate.
Written sometime in 2003
At age six things began to change,
And to you this may seem strange,
To live two lives and be one me,
Waiting for eighteen when I'll be free.
In one life I'm a princess,
Life on a silver platter,
The place is crappy,
But that never mattered.
Living on the second floor,
Feeling safe behind a closed door.
Here the smokers start at six,
Sucking cigarettes down faster than pixie stix.
At the end of each day things are fine,
Mom tells me her stories,
I tell her mine,
And away go all of my worries.
Then comes the weekend,
A time I both love and dread,
My second life, happy ends,
And I wonder how I keep my head.
In that life I am
It's a place I would retreat to everyday if I could,
the only area near with woods,
Swan's Nest Isle, the place I love best,
I found it on my first day's test.
Half is evil in bright sunlight,
with "winos" guzzling day and night,
the other half is full of life,
that's where I go to ease my strife.
Duck past the parent thorns,
squeeze past their kids,
climb up the hill
and keep going until
You reach a glen, quiet and clean,
the maple makes it a relaxing green,
and on the shore the white guardians rest,
with between five and seven in their nest.
I sit there and talk with them all day,
they do not hiss, for they know I'm o
Spring approaches
Budding blossoms, sun,
Warming wind and calming drip
Of melting snowdrifts.
Winter
Snow angels, slush balls,
And steaming cocoa too! Lots
Of friends come see you.
Family
Uncles, cousins, aunts,
Mothers, fathers, siblings, pets,
Laughing, living, love.
Kitchen office
Noisy, loud, annoying,
Mother often walking past,
Asks many questions.
Handwriting
Scribbly, scratchy, ugh!
Sore fingers with little gain,
Love typing much more.
Just because I'm quiet doesn't mean I'm invisible,
I'm right here sitting in the crappiest chair,
I'm right here squeezing past you in the hallways,
I'm right here when you step on my foot,
I'm right here when you "accidentally" knock me into a locker,
I'm right here when you knock my stuff to the ground,
I'm right here when you call me names,
I'm right here when you kick me while I'm down,
I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere.
Just because I never say anything doesn't mean I can't hear you,
I hear you when you laugh,
I hear you when you cry,
I hear you when you shout,
I hear you when you whisper,
I hear you when you finall
At age six things began to change,
And to you this may seem strange,
To live two lives and be one me,
Waiting for eighteen when I'll be free.
In one life I'm a princess,
Life on a silver platter,
The place is crappy,
But that never mattered.
Living on the second floor,
Feeling safe behind a closed door.
Here the smokers start at six,
Sucking cigarettes down faster than pixie stix.
At the end of each day things are fine,
Mom tells me her stories,
I tell her mine,
And away go all of my worries.
Then comes the weekend,
A time I both love and dread,
My second life, happy ends,
And I wonder how I keep my head.
In that life I am
It's a place I would retreat to everyday if I could,
the only area near with woods,
Swan's Nest Isle, the place I love best,
I found it on my first day's test.
Half is evil in bright sunlight,
with "winos" guzzling day and night,
the other half is full of life,
that's where I go to ease my strife.
Duck past the parent thorns,
squeeze past their kids,
climb up the hill
and keep going until
You reach a glen, quiet and clean,
the maple makes it a relaxing green,
and on the shore the white guardians rest,
with between five and seven in their nest.
I sit there and talk with them all day,
they do not hiss, for they know I'm o
Just because I'm quiet doesn't mean I'm invisible,
I'm right here sitting in the crappiest chair,
I'm right here squeezing past you in the hallways,
I'm right here when you step on my foot,
I'm right here when you "accidentally" knock me into a locker,
I'm right here when you knock my stuff to the ground,
I'm right here when you call me names,
I'm right here when you kick me while I'm down,
I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere.
Just because I never say anything doesn't mean I can't hear you,
I hear you when you laugh,
I hear you when you cry,
I hear you when you shout,
I hear you when you whisper,
I hear you when you finall
Current Residence: Middletown, CT USA Favourite style of art: Drawings, Paintings, Scetches, and Fanfics Operating System: Windows 7 MP3 player of choice: Windows Media Player Favourite cartoon character: I love Agent Tex from Red vs Blue, but that's a Machinima not a cartoon.
Favourite Movies
Anything by Miyazaki
Favourite Games
RPGs
Favourite Gaming Platform
One that works
Tools of the Trade
Mechanical & Colored Pencils on Blank Computer paper.
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