June 19, 2010
By Thornedheart GOLD, Manvel, Texas
Thornedheart GOLD, Manvel, Texas
19 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
What if im not the hero... What if im the bad guy?

Violence, violence--what a horrible thing.
Torture and terror make it sing,
Full of hate and awful thoughts;

It is possible to be stopped.

Don’t let anyone tear you down,
If you can don’t wear a frown.
If someone keeps on hurting you,
Let them know it’s a sad thing to do.
Maybe stress has overtaken their path,
So they are shaken.
Let them know they’re not the only one;
Be a friend, and then it will be fun.
No more violence will be in your way
Then it will be a happy day.
No more fear and no more hurt;
Violence has become exert.
Violence, violence--can’t stop your hopes and dreams.
If you conquer it, you will be free.
If violence is pushing you around,
Don’t be afraid to give it a pound.
Don’t think negative, always be alert;
And if you do this you won’t get hurt.
Stop the violence and bring the peace.
That is what will keep everybody calm and on earth.

The author's comments:
I use this poem as a sort of chant to get me through tough situations in life.

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CarolynQ GOLD said...
on Jul. 17 2010 at 10:24 am
CarolynQ GOLD, Manalapan, New Jersey
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I like the message I got out of it! I think this piece flows well, and it works nicely as a chant. Look at some of my pieces and comment me sometime!

on Jul. 15 2010 at 12:11 am
crubs33 DIAMOND, Lido Beach, New York
58 articles 3 photos 750 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The most courageous act is still to think for yourself. Aloud."- Coco Chanel
Life isn't about surviving the storm, it's about learning to dance in the rain.

This is really good!! i can feel the emotion!!! if you could please rate and comment my work that would be great!! thanks and u r really good dont stop!!!

x0x0xJ SILVER said...
on Jul. 14 2010 at 10:37 pm
x0x0xJ SILVER, Wood Dale, Illinois
7 articles 0 photos 63 comments

Favorite Quote:
Sometimes the thoughts in my head get bored and go for a stroll out through my mouth. This is rarely a good thing.

This is a really good poem (:

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