LyraLynne

United States of America

Was born in a small US town and has always loved reading and writing. Was inspired by JK Rowling to start writing. Was diagnosed with cancer in 2012 and went through chemotherapy in 2015. All is good now. Loves fall and winter and their holidays.

Message to Readers

Advice on spoken poetry would be great because I'd like to start doing that and this is my first piece.

S.O.S.

January 24, 2018

FREE WRITING

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To the powerful,
We are nightmares.
They make their laws,
And fight their wars,
And they say that
We voted for this.
We should be happy
With what they've given us.

As "common people,"
We get no say in it.
In truth, we are
Just like slaves. 
The over-privileged,
The rich and "mighty"
Look down on us
Like we are the dirt
On which to build an Empire.
When actually,
The empire is built by us.
We are the glue,
The mortar between the brick,
The nuts and bolts
Holding reality together.

United, we outnumber
The wealthy bastard haters,
And we can show that
The true light,
The true hope,
The true foundation
Of an empire
Is the people.
We the people
Must unite and stand
For equality.
We the poor
Must fight together
For justice.
We the downtrodden, 
Weary,
Hungry,
Pained.

The last glimmer
Of hope fades
From our dusty eyes,
Clouded with 
The promises of
False Happiness.
How can we stand
When there is nothing
To stand upon?
How can we fight and unite
If there isn't a spark?
How can we the people
Promise to live
In a world where we
Are the broken?

Shattered things always
Brighten the light.

As pieces, we can see
The rainbow
That wasn't there before.
The hope that somehow stands
Before us as a new dawn,
A new day,
A new chance
For the world to be our own.

United we slowly begin
To find the pieces
Of other's shame,
And agree to stand
Together.
Never apart. 
Always to guide,
Never to hide,
Seeking your heart.

You see it,
Don't you?
A world racked with gain,
No more pain,
Contentment
As far as the eye can see
The colors are new,
Unfamiliar, and bright.
Humble yet strong.
Remorseful yet beyond.
This is the world we long
For our blindness to see,
Our numbness to touch.
Yet it's always
Just
Beyond
Our Reach.
Waiting,
On the edge
Of imagination,
And hope.

How do we get
From hell to heaven?
How do we traverse
The narrow road
And golden stairs?
With love.
Block out the haters
The negativity
The anger
The pain.

Remember your past.
Push forward,
Through the uncomfortable
And invent the good.
See we,
The "common people",
The poor and hungry,
We are the spark,
The foundation of freedom,
The base of brotherhood,
The entity of equality.
And only we
Can save our souls.
Another random poem thought of at 11:30 at night. All my best thoughts are at that time. XD

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6 Comments
  • LyraLynne

    Aww thanks!


    almost 2 years ago
  • LackingASocialLife

    This is BEAUTIFUL!!!!! I want hundreds of copies printed out and stuck all around the world as little reminder to people


    almost 2 years ago
  • LyraLynne

    Thank you so much, guys!


    almost 2 years ago
  • korra4life

    No lie, I absolutely love this. I wish that I could have this power in my writing. You killed this poem so congrats.


    almost 2 years ago
  • Uma Bhat

    Nicely said :).


    almost 2 years ago
  • LyraLynne

    DISCLAIMER: I know not all rich people are jerks, and not all politicians are jerks. This is just anger over those who are


    almost 2 years ago