DeletedUser8396
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Was more about self worth, but whatever suits your fancy :3
Was more about self worth, but whatever suits your fancy :3
DeletedUser33530
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Meh 
DeletedUser8396
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Passive Love Letter
Keep to myself,
Don’t speak, not a sound.
Wait till we’re both alone,
When no one else’s around.
Not right now,
No, don’t tell her today.
She looks busy and upset,
And I don’t know what she may say.
Tell her now, go on-
Unless she says no.
What will I do then?
I’ll just let this opportunity go
He’s talking to her.
Maybe I should speak now,
But what if she likes him more?
I’ll watch how it plays out.
Now she’s dating someone.
If only it were me.
Maybe if I tell her now,
While their relationship is early
They’ve been dating for two years,
I wouldn’t dare say how I feel.
It would be rude to come between,
I’ll be patient and let my lover’s wounds heal.
Got a letter in the mail today,
Inviting me to her wedding.
I still love her, I do,
But it’s too late to say anything.
“Any objections?” he asks,
Unknowing of the love I feel.
But quiet I will remain,
Though this pain is too real.
She called me today,
Saying her marriage ran its course,
Her husband broke her heart,
And they are getting a divorce.
Maybe I should tell her?
Now, it is much too early.
If I were to tell her now,
How rude would that be?
It’s been three years,
Since she’s been alone
I want to tell her,
But I can’t let it be known.
Got a letter in the mail,
Telling me she had passed.
In her will I was mentioned,
To give a speech I was asked.
I said I would do my best,
To give her a worthy farewell.
When the day finally came,
It was my time to toll the knell
“I loved her so much,
But was too scared to say.
I kept it secret, hidden,
To her very last day.
“Now she is gone,
I miss her precious face.
So kind and beautiful,
With a heart filled with love and grace.
“I never told her,
I thought tomorrow would be fine.
But now I can’t even hear her voice,
Never to know if she could’ve been mine.
“Good bye, the one I came to love.
I will miss you till my end.
I pray that you find peace.
So long, my dearest friend.”
Keep to myself,
Don’t speak, not a sound.
Wait till we’re both alone,
When no one else’s around.
Not right now,
No, don’t tell her today.
She looks busy and upset,
And I don’t know what she may say.
Tell her now, go on-
Unless she says no.
What will I do then?
I’ll just let this opportunity go
He’s talking to her.
Maybe I should speak now,
But what if she likes him more?
I’ll watch how it plays out.
Now she’s dating someone.
If only it were me.
Maybe if I tell her now,
While their relationship is early
They’ve been dating for two years,
I wouldn’t dare say how I feel.
It would be rude to come between,
I’ll be patient and let my lover’s wounds heal.
Got a letter in the mail today,
Inviting me to her wedding.
I still love her, I do,
But it’s too late to say anything.
“Any objections?” he asks,
Unknowing of the love I feel.
But quiet I will remain,
Though this pain is too real.
She called me today,
Saying her marriage ran its course,
Her husband broke her heart,
And they are getting a divorce.
Maybe I should tell her?
Now, it is much too early.
If I were to tell her now,
How rude would that be?
It’s been three years,
Since she’s been alone
I want to tell her,
But I can’t let it be known.
Got a letter in the mail,
Telling me she had passed.
In her will I was mentioned,
To give a speech I was asked.
I said I would do my best,
To give her a worthy farewell.
When the day finally came,
It was my time to toll the knell
“I loved her so much,
But was too scared to say.
I kept it secret, hidden,
To her very last day.
“Now she is gone,
I miss her precious face.
So kind and beautiful,
With a heart filled with love and grace.
“I never told her,
I thought tomorrow would be fine.
But now I can’t even hear her voice,
Never to know if she could’ve been mine.
“Good bye, the one I came to love.
I will miss you till my end.
I pray that you find peace.
So long, my dearest friend.”
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DeletedUser27128
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I have no words... simply amazing.
DeletedUser33530
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I feel like you wrote something very similar to this before.
Oh and screw you.
Oh and screw you.
DeletedUser
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the only advice I have for you
is what the goateed hoodie says too
just sit on your porch, grab a beer
and well.... you get the idea.
is what the goateed hoodie says too
just sit on your porch, grab a beer
and well.... you get the idea.
DeletedUser8396
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Song of Shattered Souls
The song of the broken,
The sonnet of shattered souls,
Singing the song of sorrow,
Striving for some sense of peace.
A song of sorrow and shame,
Shaping the sums of their pain,
Voices shaking with each syllable,
But they sing their silent song
Sung to show their solitude,
To show a semblance of normalcy,
But ever since the world’s silence,
Their strength is but a shade
Never to see the sun again,
No, its shine is a secret,
Shared with only the select,
Causing the broken to sing their song
The song of the broken,
The sonnet of shattered souls,
Singing the song of sorrow,
Till their sorrow begs to cease.
__________________________
If you didn't catch the 's' alliteration, re read it. It's awesome lol
The song of the broken,
The sonnet of shattered souls,
Singing the song of sorrow,
Striving for some sense of peace.
A song of sorrow and shame,
Shaping the sums of their pain,
Voices shaking with each syllable,
But they sing their silent song
Sung to show their solitude,
To show a semblance of normalcy,
But ever since the world’s silence,
Their strength is but a shade
Never to see the sun again,
No, its shine is a secret,
Shared with only the select,
Causing the broken to sing their song
The song of the broken,
The sonnet of shattered souls,
Singing the song of sorrow,
Till their sorrow begs to cease.
__________________________
If you didn't catch the 's' alliteration, re read it. It's awesome lol
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DeletedUser29066
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DeletedUser8396
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LOL, that's awesome.
DeletedUser8396
Guest
Updated with all current poems. New ones include:
Three years you claimed,
A life I wish I never had.
Mostly we were all laughs,
But the core was only bad
The first year we met,
I learned how you think,
The good year went too fast,
Gone before I could blink
I refuse to deny it,
That I loved you that year.
But I could hardly even say it,
Being ruled by my fear
The second year we grew,
Both in physic and in mind,
In sync you and I would live,
With you by me at all times
You started to change me
As the year went on,
And by the end of year two,
I knew I needed you gone
Year three, characterized by debris
From the daily wars we fought.
I tried to push you further away,
Some battles I won, but most I lost
I asked for advice from friends,
Some with the same issue at hand,
They told me to break it off,
If not now, as soon as I can
Thus I began my journey,
Of separating myself from you,
And although the fight was hard,
I came out broken, but brand new
Now you lie at my doorstep,
As I wave a relieved goodbye.
Looking back, this was a mistake,
But even so, I will still cry
Now I stand a free man,
Away from your addictive gaze
Whether alcohol or drugs,
I refuse you, for the rest of my days
A life I wish I never had.
Mostly we were all laughs,
But the core was only bad
The first year we met,
I learned how you think,
The good year went too fast,
Gone before I could blink
I refuse to deny it,
That I loved you that year.
But I could hardly even say it,
Being ruled by my fear
The second year we grew,
Both in physic and in mind,
In sync you and I would live,
With you by me at all times
You started to change me
As the year went on,
And by the end of year two,
I knew I needed you gone
Year three, characterized by debris
From the daily wars we fought.
I tried to push you further away,
Some battles I won, but most I lost
I asked for advice from friends,
Some with the same issue at hand,
They told me to break it off,
If not now, as soon as I can
Thus I began my journey,
Of separating myself from you,
And although the fight was hard,
I came out broken, but brand new
Now you lie at my doorstep,
As I wave a relieved goodbye.
Looking back, this was a mistake,
But even so, I will still cry
Now I stand a free man,
Away from your addictive gaze
Whether alcohol or drugs,
I refuse you, for the rest of my days
I dream to escape,
From this life I despise
Where I can craft a world,
Where I don't have to cry
In my dreams I can:
Create winding, blissful forests
Where I may wander and never leave,
And hide away in the silence
I can forge monuments,
Out of candy or stone,
Go to worlds beyond imagination,
Where I am who I wish to be
I can fall in love,
With whoever I want to love,
To be open without fear,
That they'd close me out and run
I can speak freely,
And not be thought a fool.
I can be accepted for who I am,
But only when I dream
My dreams let me live,
A life the outside denies.
My dreams let in the world
Where my mind may soar and fly.
From this life I despise
Where I can craft a world,
Where I don't have to cry
In my dreams I can:
Create winding, blissful forests
Where I may wander and never leave,
And hide away in the silence
I can forge monuments,
Out of candy or stone,
Go to worlds beyond imagination,
Where I am who I wish to be
I can fall in love,
With whoever I want to love,
To be open without fear,
That they'd close me out and run
I can speak freely,
And not be thought a fool.
I can be accepted for who I am,
But only when I dream
My dreams let me live,
A life the outside denies.
My dreams let in the world
Where my mind may soar and fly.
Every day I see you,
I'm reminded of what beauty is.
You show me what love should be,
You're so beautiful, I can hardly believe
Like a jewel with no blemish,
You shine bright as the sun,
Walking in a realm above,
One of perfection and love
If I could have half a chance,
I surely would be the luckiest of all.
But I'm not good enough for you,
You are more than I, through and through
I save one prayer for you:
To never settle lower than you ought.
Wait for someone kind and loving,
Someone like you...they'd be deserving.
I'm reminded of what beauty is.
You show me what love should be,
You're so beautiful, I can hardly believe
Like a jewel with no blemish,
You shine bright as the sun,
Walking in a realm above,
One of perfection and love
If I could have half a chance,
I surely would be the luckiest of all.
But I'm not good enough for you,
You are more than I, through and through
I save one prayer for you:
To never settle lower than you ought.
Wait for someone kind and loving,
Someone like you...they'd be deserving.
Listen to your heart,
To the little hum it plays.
Listen to it's steady beating,
Guiding you on life's way
Each heart sings differently,
Some are dim and hollow,
Whilst some alive and upbeat,
Which do you wish to follow?
No matter what your heart sings,
The song is always beautiful.
Never believe any different.
Your song is unique and wonderful.
Listen to your heart,
But never fear to change it's song.
And make the best while it sings.
For it's tune isn't very long.
To the little hum it plays.
Listen to it's steady beating,
Guiding you on life's way
Each heart sings differently,
Some are dim and hollow,
Whilst some alive and upbeat,
Which do you wish to follow?
No matter what your heart sings,
The song is always beautiful.
Never believe any different.
Your song is unique and wonderful.
Listen to your heart,
But never fear to change it's song.
And make the best while it sings.
For it's tune isn't very long.
There's beauty in life,
Both flying and falling apart.
How it's bonds hold close,
From first conception, from start
The very beginning is precious,
As the new being takes sight,
Breathing in the first breath,
In it's first beautiful, silent night
A year goes past, and then two.
The once hushed child speaks.
The child once immobile
Begins to move his little feet
One more year and he's three,
With his first day of school.
Taking the steps he just learned,
Into a life both cool and cruel
The years all flash on by,
As if they were streaks of lightning.
And with diploma in hand,
With a future hopeful...and frightening.
Off to college he goes,
The child once held in parenting arms.
Now to make his own path,
Alone to love, feel, and protect from harm
Four years more past,
Starting a job of dreams.
An uphill battle he must fight,
But he will win, so it seems
Off in the distance, in the corner,
A beautiful women stands tall.
And the child once learning to talk,
Begins speaking with her in the hall
“Will you go out with me?” he asks,
One question, watered with love and time,
Sprouts into a union of the two,
One nothing could ever divide
The families line the church pews,
Watching as bride meets groom.
“You may kiss the bride”
And the two are off to honeymoon
Years further down the road,
The very child born so long ago,
Begins the cycle again anew,
With a new subject to the story we all know
After his children go on past,
Already starting their own lives
Back to building his future,
He may be older, but still alive
Finally retirement comes his way,
A rest from work, effort, and strife
Ready to take a much needed break,
From a very eventful, beautiful life
Ten more years are added to the count,
But now no more years will the toll be paid ,
For on his bed, his resting place,
This life begins it's final fade
Grasping his eldest son's hand,
With stifled tears in eyes,
He tells his son he loves him,
And will still love when he dies
85 years from the first breath,
Will he breathe his last good bye
A life forged that was worth living,
How could such a man truly die?
There's beauty in death,
From the birth to when we ascend,
How it's bonds hold close,
Til last breath, the very end
Both flying and falling apart.
How it's bonds hold close,
From first conception, from start
The very beginning is precious,
As the new being takes sight,
Breathing in the first breath,
In it's first beautiful, silent night
A year goes past, and then two.
The once hushed child speaks.
The child once immobile
Begins to move his little feet
One more year and he's three,
With his first day of school.
Taking the steps he just learned,
Into a life both cool and cruel
The years all flash on by,
As if they were streaks of lightning.
And with diploma in hand,
With a future hopeful...and frightening.
Off to college he goes,
The child once held in parenting arms.
Now to make his own path,
Alone to love, feel, and protect from harm
Four years more past,
Starting a job of dreams.
An uphill battle he must fight,
But he will win, so it seems
Off in the distance, in the corner,
A beautiful women stands tall.
And the child once learning to talk,
Begins speaking with her in the hall
“Will you go out with me?” he asks,
One question, watered with love and time,
Sprouts into a union of the two,
One nothing could ever divide
The families line the church pews,
Watching as bride meets groom.
“You may kiss the bride”
And the two are off to honeymoon
Years further down the road,
The very child born so long ago,
Begins the cycle again anew,
With a new subject to the story we all know
After his children go on past,
Already starting their own lives
Back to building his future,
He may be older, but still alive
Finally retirement comes his way,
A rest from work, effort, and strife
Ready to take a much needed break,
From a very eventful, beautiful life
Ten more years are added to the count,
But now no more years will the toll be paid ,
For on his bed, his resting place,
This life begins it's final fade
Grasping his eldest son's hand,
With stifled tears in eyes,
He tells his son he loves him,
And will still love when he dies
85 years from the first breath,
Will he breathe his last good bye
A life forged that was worth living,
How could such a man truly die?
There's beauty in death,
From the birth to when we ascend,
How it's bonds hold close,
Til last breath, the very end
Teach me how to love,
Tell me tales of it's glory
How every letter on every page,
Points to Love's splendid story
Show me what love means,
How it's sketched in the stars,
How it can mend the most broken,
And cover the deepest scars
Only you can be my tutor,
Oh, Author of love itself.
I've forgotten my way,
And I can't teach myself
I don't care how painful,
I only want to know,
How love can change,
This hollow, empty soul
I'm cursed with a heart,
That works half the time
Can it make me feel again?
And bring forth a new life?
Can it take a corrupted mind,
Cleanse it of all imperfection
Make me whole again
Free from my hearts deception?
I want to feel again,
To know Love's face,
For when others saw mine,
They'd see Love in it's place
Tell me tales of it's glory
How every letter on every page,
Points to Love's splendid story
Show me what love means,
How it's sketched in the stars,
How it can mend the most broken,
And cover the deepest scars
Only you can be my tutor,
Oh, Author of love itself.
I've forgotten my way,
And I can't teach myself
I don't care how painful,
I only want to know,
How love can change,
This hollow, empty soul
I'm cursed with a heart,
That works half the time
Can it make me feel again?
And bring forth a new life?
Can it take a corrupted mind,
Cleanse it of all imperfection
Make me whole again
Free from my hearts deception?
I want to feel again,
To know Love's face,
For when others saw mine,
They'd see Love in it's place
Been staring at my screen,
For an hour, or so it seems
Can hardly believe I got nothin’ to do,
Guess I got them Boredom Blues
It’s as if I’ve tried everything,
From games, puzzles, even trying to sing
My mind just can’t be renewed
Guess I got them Boredom Blues
That which once brought joy,
Even of my most favorite toy,
Can’t fix this rut I’m going through
Guess I got them Boredom Blues
Fun just ain’t on my side,
As I muddle through this boring life.
I’m too Christian to drink or chew,
So I’m just stuck with these Boredom Blues
For an hour, or so it seems
Can hardly believe I got nothin’ to do,
Guess I got them Boredom Blues
It’s as if I’ve tried everything,
From games, puzzles, even trying to sing
My mind just can’t be renewed
Guess I got them Boredom Blues
That which once brought joy,
Even of my most favorite toy,
Can’t fix this rut I’m going through
Guess I got them Boredom Blues
Fun just ain’t on my side,
As I muddle through this boring life.
I’m too Christian to drink or chew,
So I’m just stuck with these Boredom Blues
How long have you run,
From the fear of yourself?
Scared to be who you are,
Deep down, past that shrouded heart
For too long you've hidden,
Behind a veil not your own.
Trying to act a different role,
In attempt to regain control
But the mask you put on,
Is the prison around your soul,
If only you saw through this charade,
And were how you were made
You were made for so much more,
Than trying to just look the part.
Look beyond the moment,
Look as to why you were sent
Such dreams in your heart,
But they will never see the day,
If you cover them up behind,
A mask you weren't meant to find
I can see your beauty shining,
Far beyond the mask you wear.
Take it off, throw it all away,
And let the world see your true face
From the fear of yourself?
Scared to be who you are,
Deep down, past that shrouded heart
For too long you've hidden,
Behind a veil not your own.
Trying to act a different role,
In attempt to regain control
But the mask you put on,
Is the prison around your soul,
If only you saw through this charade,
And were how you were made
You were made for so much more,
Than trying to just look the part.
Look beyond the moment,
Look as to why you were sent
Such dreams in your heart,
But they will never see the day,
If you cover them up behind,
A mask you weren't meant to find
I can see your beauty shining,
Far beyond the mask you wear.
Take it off, throw it all away,
And let the world see your true face
I’ve heard countless stories,
Countless tales of the beyond.
They speak of adventure, of life,
Things which I can hardly dream
Battles crawling with thousands,
Armies marching in perfect unison,
The sound of cannon fire,
And the army drums beating
Ships setting sail across the ocean,
With pirates waiting in all 7 seas
Ready to swoop down silently,
And plunder poor sailors, unassuming
Tales of a beautiful woman,
That which there is no compare.
Flowing hair like a river,
And eyes as deep as the ocean
Stories they may all be,
But I must think them true.
For if I choose to deny them,
What joy will that ever bring?
Countless tales of the beyond.
They speak of adventure, of life,
Things which I can hardly dream
Battles crawling with thousands,
Armies marching in perfect unison,
The sound of cannon fire,
And the army drums beating
Ships setting sail across the ocean,
With pirates waiting in all 7 seas
Ready to swoop down silently,
And plunder poor sailors, unassuming
Tales of a beautiful woman,
That which there is no compare.
Flowing hair like a river,
And eyes as deep as the ocean
Stories they may all be,
But I must think them true.
For if I choose to deny them,
What joy will that ever bring?
You are simply a waste,
A being with no meaning.
A slice of ignorance,
Served on a golden platter
You can’t amount to much,
Such trash rarely does.
You will twist in the wind
And await your day to die
You steal each breath you take,
As you aren’t worth the air.
A fountain of ludicrous idiocies,
A river of withered dreams
You are simply a waste.
With no goal or intent
A glaring, painful disgrace-
No more need be said.
A being with no meaning.
A slice of ignorance,
Served on a golden platter
You can’t amount to much,
Such trash rarely does.
You will twist in the wind
And await your day to die
You steal each breath you take,
As you aren’t worth the air.
A fountain of ludicrous idiocies,
A river of withered dreams
You are simply a waste.
With no goal or intent
A glaring, painful disgrace-
No more need be said.
You are worth more,
Than the world could ever see.
A light to the darkness,
A kind, loving beauty
The world is at your hand,
At the mercy of your dreams.
For who you become,
Will change our destiny
Each breath you take in,
Renews a life worth living
A fountain of brilliance,
A river of a hope worth believing
You are worth more,
Than what any poem can express.
A glaring, splendid grace-
This I must confess
Than the world could ever see.
A light to the darkness,
A kind, loving beauty
The world is at your hand,
At the mercy of your dreams.
For who you become,
Will change our destiny
Each breath you take in,
Renews a life worth living
A fountain of brilliance,
A river of a hope worth believing
You are worth more,
Than what any poem can express.
A glaring, splendid grace-
This I must confess
Watch as the sky soars,
Plainly, above your head.
The so called limit,
Of those alive and long since dead
Watch as the sky cracks,
Just slightly along the seam
Listen as people whisper,
And children start to dream
Watch as the sky shatters,
And light starts a never ending war
Reigning supreme for so long,
But the dark must come once more
Watch as the sky falls,
Night taking place as king.
The day lost, but will rise,
When the birds begin to sing
Look at the sky’s pieces,
Barely shimmering on the ground.
Hear the quiet voices,
Making the day’s first sound
Look at the sky join together,
Peaking just over the trees.
The people awake for the day,
With a coffee or cup of tea
Look at the sky rise above,
Back in its rightful place.
The day is now on the throne,
Darkness gone- without a trace
Look at the sky soar,
Gloriously before your eyes.
The keeper of the morning,
The essence of life - in disguise
Plainly, above your head.
The so called limit,
Of those alive and long since dead
Watch as the sky cracks,
Just slightly along the seam
Listen as people whisper,
And children start to dream
Watch as the sky shatters,
And light starts a never ending war
Reigning supreme for so long,
But the dark must come once more
Watch as the sky falls,
Night taking place as king.
The day lost, but will rise,
When the birds begin to sing
Look at the sky’s pieces,
Barely shimmering on the ground.
Hear the quiet voices,
Making the day’s first sound
Look at the sky join together,
Peaking just over the trees.
The people awake for the day,
With a coffee or cup of tea
Look at the sky rise above,
Back in its rightful place.
The day is now on the throne,
Darkness gone- without a trace
Look at the sky soar,
Gloriously before your eyes.
The keeper of the morning,
The essence of life - in disguise
Look up and see the beauty,
The splendor of the world,
Listen to the oceans roar,
The wind call, and the birds soar
Look around, take it in,
The beauty once hidden
The scaling, snowy mountains,
And the rivers that never end
Look inward, to your soul,
The life you take in stride
From head to toe you are you,
And no better could one do
Look beyond this mere life,
Into the beauty deep within,
Though pain and hurt belong,
You can still sing life’s precious song
The splendor of the world,
Listen to the oceans roar,
The wind call, and the birds soar
Look around, take it in,
The beauty once hidden
The scaling, snowy mountains,
And the rivers that never end
Look inward, to your soul,
The life you take in stride
From head to toe you are you,
And no better could one do
Look beyond this mere life,
Into the beauty deep within,
Though pain and hurt belong,
You can still sing life’s precious song
How can I feel hope, if I don’t see You?
To see the Light at the end of the tunnel,
With pain-stained eyes and broken soul.
How can I feel hope, if I can’t hear You?
To hear a still whisper in my heart,
With ears deafened to Love’s quiet song.
How can I feel hope, if I can’t feel You?
To feel Your outstretched arms around me,
With a heart numbed trying to elude pain.
Tell me how to hope when all is lost,
To see in my blindness, to hear while deaf.
With a numbed heart, dreaming to feel.
To see the Light at the end of the tunnel,
With pain-stained eyes and broken soul.
How can I feel hope, if I can’t hear You?
To hear a still whisper in my heart,
With ears deafened to Love’s quiet song.
How can I feel hope, if I can’t feel You?
To feel Your outstretched arms around me,
With a heart numbed trying to elude pain.
Tell me how to hope when all is lost,
To see in my blindness, to hear while deaf.
With a numbed heart, dreaming to feel.
I started out a wanderer,
A vagrant without home.
So abandoned by hope,
Left out to die alone
Every whisper was poison,
Every sign leading the wrong way,
But I felt You watching,
No matter how far I strayed.
I came to a fork in the road,
Both lead to apparent death.
I denied to go any further,
Refusing to take another step.
I wasted away in denial,
That my paths seemed so dim-
There had to be something more,
Than a destiny so dreadfully grim.
Prowlers came in the night,
Seeking to fill me with despair.
They took my clothes and fled,
As I stood bruised without care.
I heard Your footsteps behind me,
So I raised my arms to defend.
I refused to be vulnerable,
I refused to let You in.
I tried to fight against you,
But You never took offense.
You simply stood with open arms,
Which hardly made any sense.
I grew restless of fighting
A war no man could ever win.
Now it was Your move to make,
But you only wished me to listen.
You told me You loved me,
Though I did not know Your name.
You said that You have watched me,
Though I never knew Your face.
You slowly walked to the road,
Where I had waited for years.
And as you pulled away the brush,
A new pathway appeared.
There were thorns along the way,
Robbers and thieves as well,
But the destination was grand,
A beauty I cannot even tell.
I looked far into Your eyes,
And saw something as precious as a song.
You loved me in my weakness
Yet wished me to grow strong
You set me off on my way,
But You never left my side.
Even now You are here,
Breathing in new life.
The journey won't be easy,
As it hasn't up till now,
But for You, it is worth it.
As I was lost, but am now found.
A vagrant without home.
So abandoned by hope,
Left out to die alone
Every whisper was poison,
Every sign leading the wrong way,
But I felt You watching,
No matter how far I strayed.
I came to a fork in the road,
Both lead to apparent death.
I denied to go any further,
Refusing to take another step.
I wasted away in denial,
That my paths seemed so dim-
There had to be something more,
Than a destiny so dreadfully grim.
Prowlers came in the night,
Seeking to fill me with despair.
They took my clothes and fled,
As I stood bruised without care.
I heard Your footsteps behind me,
So I raised my arms to defend.
I refused to be vulnerable,
I refused to let You in.
I tried to fight against you,
But You never took offense.
You simply stood with open arms,
Which hardly made any sense.
I grew restless of fighting
A war no man could ever win.
Now it was Your move to make,
But you only wished me to listen.
You told me You loved me,
Though I did not know Your name.
You said that You have watched me,
Though I never knew Your face.
You slowly walked to the road,
Where I had waited for years.
And as you pulled away the brush,
A new pathway appeared.
There were thorns along the way,
Robbers and thieves as well,
But the destination was grand,
A beauty I cannot even tell.
I looked far into Your eyes,
And saw something as precious as a song.
You loved me in my weakness
Yet wished me to grow strong
You set me off on my way,
But You never left my side.
Even now You are here,
Breathing in new life.
The journey won't be easy,
As it hasn't up till now,
But for You, it is worth it.
As I was lost, but am now found.
You feel guilty, as you should
With such a dark deep heart
Your soul is black as night,
And heart cold as ice
Your past is haunting every turn,
Don’t think I’ve forgotten all your lies
By you snuffing out their flame,
For I refuse to lose your name
I’m a cold memory,
Made to sleep,
Born to hide
I’m a frozen piece of you,
One buried deep inside
I’m a cold memory,
Part of you, all of me
I’m a frozen fiend,
A demon of your mind,
Look around, look behind
I surround your whole life
You’ve buried me, down below
Under time and lies,
I will have my day in light,
For this truth cannot die
Time is a poor liar, betraying the thief
You stole your freedom
You don’t deserve your dreams
I am more than I seem
I’m a cold memory,
Made to sleep,
Born to hide
I’m a frozen piece of you,
One buried deep inside
I’m a cold memory,
Part of you, all of me
I’m a frozen fiend,
A demon of your mind,
Look around, look behind
I surround your whole life
Lies are your home,
Made with a frame of fire,
It will hold you for a breath,
Then crumble to its death
You can’t hide me forever,
I’m in your very eyes
I’m written on your chest
I must be confessed
I’m a cold memory,
Awake from my sleep
Now’s my time.
I’m a frozen piece of you,
A truth long overdue
I’m a cold memory,
Part of you, all of me
I’m a forgotten fiend,
A demon of your mind,
Look around, look behind
I’ve become your life
You are a cold memory,
Now asleep.
6 feet below
You’re a frozen piece of death,
No one will ever know
You’re a cold memory
Part of earth, ne’er to dream
You’re a forgotten fool,
A demon of the past
I told you these lies wouldn’t last.
They stole your life.
With such a dark deep heart
Your soul is black as night,
And heart cold as ice
Your past is haunting every turn,
Don’t think I’ve forgotten all your lies
By you snuffing out their flame,
For I refuse to lose your name
I’m a cold memory,
Made to sleep,
Born to hide
I’m a frozen piece of you,
One buried deep inside
I’m a cold memory,
Part of you, all of me
I’m a frozen fiend,
A demon of your mind,
Look around, look behind
I surround your whole life
You’ve buried me, down below
Under time and lies,
I will have my day in light,
For this truth cannot die
Time is a poor liar, betraying the thief
You stole your freedom
You don’t deserve your dreams
I am more than I seem
I’m a cold memory,
Made to sleep,
Born to hide
I’m a frozen piece of you,
One buried deep inside
I’m a cold memory,
Part of you, all of me
I’m a frozen fiend,
A demon of your mind,
Look around, look behind
I surround your whole life
Lies are your home,
Made with a frame of fire,
It will hold you for a breath,
Then crumble to its death
You can’t hide me forever,
I’m in your very eyes
I’m written on your chest
I must be confessed
I’m a cold memory,
Awake from my sleep
Now’s my time.
I’m a frozen piece of you,
A truth long overdue
I’m a cold memory,
Part of you, all of me
I’m a forgotten fiend,
A demon of your mind,
Look around, look behind
I’ve become your life
You are a cold memory,
Now asleep.
6 feet below
You’re a frozen piece of death,
No one will ever know
You’re a cold memory
Part of earth, ne’er to dream
You’re a forgotten fool,
A demon of the past
I told you these lies wouldn’t last.
They stole your life.
Did you ever write a love song?
A song to scream your deepest,
Most desolate, forgotten dreams.
Did you ever write her a love song?
Did you ever use the world as your paper,
And your very heart as the pen?
Did you ever turn love into writing,
Where it could dance across the page
Did you ever let yourself love?
Did you ever deny apprehension
And take the great leap of faith,
You were always meant to take?
Did you ever write a love song,
Yet keep it hidden deep down.
Scared that if it were sang,
The words would just fall flat?
Why do you fear the unsung song?
The song you crafted in blackest night.
Only unwritten and unsung love songs,
Are the ones to fall on deaf ears
Dare to dream of something more,
Dare to accept your heart deserves to sing.
Dare to believe your love song,
Is what they’ve been dreaming to hear.
A song to scream your deepest,
Most desolate, forgotten dreams.
Did you ever write her a love song?
Did you ever use the world as your paper,
And your very heart as the pen?
Did you ever turn love into writing,
Where it could dance across the page
Did you ever let yourself love?
Did you ever deny apprehension
And take the great leap of faith,
You were always meant to take?
Did you ever write a love song,
Yet keep it hidden deep down.
Scared that if it were sang,
The words would just fall flat?
Why do you fear the unsung song?
The song you crafted in blackest night.
Only unwritten and unsung love songs,
Are the ones to fall on deaf ears
Dare to dream of something more,
Dare to accept your heart deserves to sing.
Dare to believe your love song,
Is what they’ve been dreaming to hear.
My dreams have run dry,
Lacking the color once held.
My dreams have grown dull,
Losing their once keen edge.
I once saw life through filters,
Yet they added more life.
They filtered out all the evil,
Leaving only the best the world offers
But the filter broke long ago,
And now it all pours in, light and dark.
I no longer dream as once before
Only nightmares of a forgotten dream
Cover your eyes, hide behind your palms.
Don’t let in the dark as I did long ago.
They promise a world beyond imagination,
And they surely…sadly deliver.
Lacking the color once held.
My dreams have grown dull,
Losing their once keen edge.
I once saw life through filters,
Yet they added more life.
They filtered out all the evil,
Leaving only the best the world offers
But the filter broke long ago,
And now it all pours in, light and dark.
I no longer dream as once before
Only nightmares of a forgotten dream
Cover your eyes, hide behind your palms.
Don’t let in the dark as I did long ago.
They promise a world beyond imagination,
And they surely…sadly deliver.
If I asked you to love me, what would you say?
Would you hold me close, give a hug and kiss?
Or would you push me far away, out of reach,
Considering the very thought of my love remiss?
Would you postpone your response, refuse to deny,
Yet silently reject me, holding rejection behind closed lips?
Would you tell me that you do, but only as a friend,
And that the idea of being more should be eclipsed
If I told you I loved you, would you say the same?
Would you accept who I am, and I the same to you,
For I cannot bear the rejection, the silence of your heart.
If I told you I loved you, would you feel the same way too?
Would you hold me close, give a hug and kiss?
Or would you push me far away, out of reach,
Considering the very thought of my love remiss?
Would you postpone your response, refuse to deny,
Yet silently reject me, holding rejection behind closed lips?
Would you tell me that you do, but only as a friend,
And that the idea of being more should be eclipsed
If I told you I loved you, would you say the same?
Would you accept who I am, and I the same to you,
For I cannot bear the rejection, the silence of your heart.
If I told you I loved you, would you feel the same way too?
I remember you from long ago,
A forgotten friend of my past.
I once knew you well, better than all,
But now I hardly know your voice
Nearly deafened to your loving call
I remember your warm embrace,
Your outstretched arms around me.
I once felt you daily, rarely going without.
But now I know not your touch,
Numbed to such a point of doubt.
I remember your grand wisdom,
Speaking Proverbs with such appeal.
Memorizing your words all my years
But now I’ve fallen away from you,
With every phrase falling on deaf ears.
I remember you from long ago,
A Savior daring to save the lost.
Believing that once you died for me.
But now I’ve fallen too far to love,
Even though I still try to believe.
Will you remember me tomorrow,
As the adopted son you once held.
The precious bundle of joy and love.
Even though I’ve fallen so far,
Will you lift me back up, oh God above?
Kick up the dust, cloud the sky.
For only when I’m blind can I see.
I want you more than this world can give
Oh God, keep holding my heart,
So that one day I may truly live
A forgotten friend of my past.
I once knew you well, better than all,
But now I hardly know your voice
Nearly deafened to your loving call
I remember your warm embrace,
Your outstretched arms around me.
I once felt you daily, rarely going without.
But now I know not your touch,
Numbed to such a point of doubt.
I remember your grand wisdom,
Speaking Proverbs with such appeal.
Memorizing your words all my years
But now I’ve fallen away from you,
With every phrase falling on deaf ears.
I remember you from long ago,
A Savior daring to save the lost.
Believing that once you died for me.
But now I’ve fallen too far to love,
Even though I still try to believe.
Will you remember me tomorrow,
As the adopted son you once held.
The precious bundle of joy and love.
Even though I’ve fallen so far,
Will you lift me back up, oh God above?
Kick up the dust, cloud the sky.
For only when I’m blind can I see.
I want you more than this world can give
Oh God, keep holding my heart,
So that one day I may truly live
There’s a story I’m meant to tell,
One of love, loss and of pain.
I must endeavor to make it more,
Something beautiful and not plain
I hope to develop the protagonist,
Make him in depth and kind.
A little rough around the edges,
But have an incredible mind.
Maybe have a love story .
With his heart opening wide.
Loving her and her alone,
Cherishing to be by her side
And when the time feels right
Have him start a career.
One that he loves deeply,
One denied by all his peers.
When chapter 80 comes near,
Have him begin to fade away.
With just a few more pages,
Till his last earthly day.
I hardly know the ending,
And won’t until I breathe my last.
But I know the story will be grand-
The chronicles of my past.
One of love, loss and of pain.
I must endeavor to make it more,
Something beautiful and not plain
I hope to develop the protagonist,
Make him in depth and kind.
A little rough around the edges,
But have an incredible mind.
Maybe have a love story .
With his heart opening wide.
Loving her and her alone,
Cherishing to be by her side
And when the time feels right
Have him start a career.
One that he loves deeply,
One denied by all his peers.
When chapter 80 comes near,
Have him begin to fade away.
With just a few more pages,
Till his last earthly day.
I hardly know the ending,
And won’t until I breathe my last.
But I know the story will be grand-
The chronicles of my past.
I’m falling to pieces,
From a once solid whole.
I’m forgetting who I am,
Now a lost wandering soul.
I long for something new,
To bring in life with joy,
But everything I try fails me,
No happiness could it employ
I feel a love deep down,
I wish for it to show,
But I fear the judgment,
The taunts a do not yet know
Give me a peace inside,
So my mind won’t have to crash.
Teach me to feel yet again,
With a life brought from ash.
From a once solid whole.
I’m forgetting who I am,
Now a lost wandering soul.
I long for something new,
To bring in life with joy,
But everything I try fails me,
No happiness could it employ
I feel a love deep down,
I wish for it to show,
But I fear the judgment,
The taunts a do not yet know
Give me a peace inside,
So my mind won’t have to crash.
Teach me to feel yet again,
With a life brought from ash.
My name is like an echo,
Moving rapidly for a moment,
Then falling out in a steady fade
The second it sounds is hectic,
Bounding around off the walls,
Loudly proclaiming a new start
After a few seconds have passed,
The name simply names itself,
Reminding all it’s still there.
After a while the name grows dimmer,
Losing the force it once held.
Nearing it’s time to die.
My name is like an echo,
Starting loudly and strong.
Then ending abruptly without warning.
Moving rapidly for a moment,
Then falling out in a steady fade
The second it sounds is hectic,
Bounding around off the walls,
Loudly proclaiming a new start
After a few seconds have passed,
The name simply names itself,
Reminding all it’s still there.
After a while the name grows dimmer,
Losing the force it once held.
Nearing it’s time to die.
My name is like an echo,
Starting loudly and strong.
Then ending abruptly without warning.
You feel as if the world is dark,
Losing life with every breath.
That the night will last forever,
Until you feel the grip of death
You don’t know where to go.
The road hides under night’s cloak.
You block out the moon,
As a hope you couldn’t know
But I assure you the stars are shining,
Simply look up instead of out
They’re a guiding light to those alone.
And with them, there is no doubt.
Be sure that the sun still shines,
Only hiding behind the night.
But the hour will soon come,
When you will see morning’s light
Losing life with every breath.
That the night will last forever,
Until you feel the grip of death
You don’t know where to go.
The road hides under night’s cloak.
You block out the moon,
As a hope you couldn’t know
But I assure you the stars are shining,
Simply look up instead of out
They’re a guiding light to those alone.
And with them, there is no doubt.
Be sure that the sun still shines,
Only hiding behind the night.
But the hour will soon come,
When you will see morning’s light
Life is like a staircase,
One that winds and turns.
Spiraling to the top,
And descending back to earth.
The first steps are scuffed,
With dirt layering it’s face.
Much like life’s early mess,
To be corrected through time’s grace
Early on there are rails,
To secure you will not fall.
Resembling restricted freedom,
We had when we crawled
Then the steps grow stronger,
Increasing in strength and size.
Much like the young man’s growth,
Both a spectacle and surprise
A few more steps further,
Have grown worn and thin.
Yet the rails have gone away,
Appearing to be at their end
The life is in college now,
Broke to the loneliest penny.
But an open life it now holds,
No longer bound, but free.
Then the steps turn marble,
With gold at each edge.
Paid for by the new career,
Achieved by the college
The steps stay the same,
Only changing every other step.
Until one reaches the end of the staircase,
And must now begin to descend.
The descent flies much faster,
With the deep marbles floor.
But the faster one climbs down,
The closer he comes to the door
The last few steps are dusty,
But seem loved by all.
For the life is now over,
Now at death since the crawl.
Life is like a staircase,
One that winds and turns,
A slow climb to the top,
A peaceful descend to the earth
One that winds and turns.
Spiraling to the top,
And descending back to earth.
The first steps are scuffed,
With dirt layering it’s face.
Much like life’s early mess,
To be corrected through time’s grace
Early on there are rails,
To secure you will not fall.
Resembling restricted freedom,
We had when we crawled
Then the steps grow stronger,
Increasing in strength and size.
Much like the young man’s growth,
Both a spectacle and surprise
A few more steps further,
Have grown worn and thin.
Yet the rails have gone away,
Appearing to be at their end
The life is in college now,
Broke to the loneliest penny.
But an open life it now holds,
No longer bound, but free.
Then the steps turn marble,
With gold at each edge.
Paid for by the new career,
Achieved by the college
The steps stay the same,
Only changing every other step.
Until one reaches the end of the staircase,
And must now begin to descend.
The descent flies much faster,
With the deep marbles floor.
But the faster one climbs down,
The closer he comes to the door
The last few steps are dusty,
But seem loved by all.
For the life is now over,
Now at death since the crawl.
Life is like a staircase,
One that winds and turns,
A slow climb to the top,
A peaceful descend to the earth
Yesterday will be forgotten,
Tomorrow has yet to speak.
Today is all you have to act,
The time to achieve your dreams
Don’t fret of the days long past.
They cannot change their tale.
Take heart in knowing you survived,
No matter how bad you failed
Don’t await tomorrow’s promises,
Its hollow oath of the sun.
For it is never promised to you,
And 'now' is not yet done.
But look at the present hour,
Take action in each second it provides.
Make a greater difference now,
Aim to an amazing, greater life.
Tomorrow has yet to speak.
Today is all you have to act,
The time to achieve your dreams
Don’t fret of the days long past.
They cannot change their tale.
Take heart in knowing you survived,
No matter how bad you failed
Don’t await tomorrow’s promises,
Its hollow oath of the sun.
For it is never promised to you,
And 'now' is not yet done.
But look at the present hour,
Take action in each second it provides.
Make a greater difference now,
Aim to an amazing, greater life.
I am so weak,
I fall every day.
I want to feel loved,
But I don’t know what to say.
Your heart is home,
With a key I no longer own.
Denied access to love,
Commanded to feel alone
My soul knows not my name,
My heart it cannot see.
Conflicting desires inside,
Forgetting who I should be.
One thing still remains,
And that one thing is you.
You are my consistency,
Someone I’m too scared to lose.
My mind is a broken warrior,
Scarred from fighting misguided dreams
Tired of battling my thoughts
Starting to tear from the seams.
But you grant me peace,
A shoulder to lean and to cry.
You are beauty incarnate,
If only you were mine
With you I feel strong again,
Confident in who I should be.
A peaceful song in my mind’s war.
But I guess “we” was just a dream.
I fall every day.
I want to feel loved,
But I don’t know what to say.
Your heart is home,
With a key I no longer own.
Denied access to love,
Commanded to feel alone
My soul knows not my name,
My heart it cannot see.
Conflicting desires inside,
Forgetting who I should be.
One thing still remains,
And that one thing is you.
You are my consistency,
Someone I’m too scared to lose.
My mind is a broken warrior,
Scarred from fighting misguided dreams
Tired of battling my thoughts
Starting to tear from the seams.
But you grant me peace,
A shoulder to lean and to cry.
You are beauty incarnate,
If only you were mine
With you I feel strong again,
Confident in who I should be.
A peaceful song in my mind’s war.
But I guess “we” was just a dream.
I am so weak,
I fall every day.
I want to feel loved,
But I don’t know what to say.
Your heart is home,
With a key I no longer own.
Denied access to love,
Commanded to feel alone
My soul knows not my name,
My heart it cannot see.
Conflicting desires inside,
Forgetting who I should be.
One thing still remains,
And that one thing is you.
You are my consistency,
Someone I’m too scared to lose.
My mind is a broken warrior,
Scarred from fighting misguided dreams
Tired of battling my thoughts
Starting to tear from the seams.
But you grant me peace,
A shoulder to lean and to cry.
You are beauty incarnate,
If only you were mine
With you I feel strong again,
Confident in who I should be.
A peaceful song in my mind’s war.
But I guess “we” was just a dream.
I fall every day.
I want to feel loved,
But I don’t know what to say.
Your heart is home,
With a key I no longer own.
Denied access to love,
Commanded to feel alone
My soul knows not my name,
My heart it cannot see.
Conflicting desires inside,
Forgetting who I should be.
One thing still remains,
And that one thing is you.
You are my consistency,
Someone I’m too scared to lose.
My mind is a broken warrior,
Scarred from fighting misguided dreams
Tired of battling my thoughts
Starting to tear from the seams.
But you grant me peace,
A shoulder to lean and to cry.
You are beauty incarnate,
If only you were mine
With you I feel strong again,
Confident in who I should be.
A peaceful song in my mind’s war.
But I guess “we” was just a dream.
Hope has been reborn,
In our lives, in our homes
Death has died to life,
Go, make the news be known
Are there no voices to hear?
No joy sung in the street?
Why are those made alive,
Still living in defeat?
Rise, Christian, rise,
He’s calling out your name,
Rise, with new life,
Stop living in your shame
Rise, Christian, rise,
Stop hiding in your grave.
Rise, with new life,
For Christ has come to save
Love reigns supreme again,
Giving life, giving hope.
Sin has no power here,
Go let the whole world know
Are you still silent,
Afraid to move to life’s beat?
Christ died for you to live,
Stop living in defeat.
Rise, Christian, rise,
He’s calling out your name,
Rise, with new life,
Stop living in your shame
Rise, Christian, rise,
Stop hiding in your grave.
Rise, with new life,
For Christ has come to save
Scream out His name,
Make the song all they hear.
Go tell the world He lives,
Proclaim it without fear.
Rise, Christian, rise,
He’s calling out your name,
Rise, with new life,
Stop living in your shame
Rise, Christian, rise,
Stop hiding in your grave.
Rise, with new life,
For Christ has come to save
Rise.
In our lives, in our homes
Death has died to life,
Go, make the news be known
Are there no voices to hear?
No joy sung in the street?
Why are those made alive,
Still living in defeat?
Rise, Christian, rise,
He’s calling out your name,
Rise, with new life,
Stop living in your shame
Rise, Christian, rise,
Stop hiding in your grave.
Rise, with new life,
For Christ has come to save
Love reigns supreme again,
Giving life, giving hope.
Sin has no power here,
Go let the whole world know
Are you still silent,
Afraid to move to life’s beat?
Christ died for you to live,
Stop living in defeat.
Rise, Christian, rise,
He’s calling out your name,
Rise, with new life,
Stop living in your shame
Rise, Christian, rise,
Stop hiding in your grave.
Rise, with new life,
For Christ has come to save
Scream out His name,
Make the song all they hear.
Go tell the world He lives,
Proclaim it without fear.
Rise, Christian, rise,
He’s calling out your name,
Rise, with new life,
Stop living in your shame
Rise, Christian, rise,
Stop hiding in your grave.
Rise, with new life,
For Christ has come to save
Rise.
The mistakes I’ve made,
Every time I take a fall,
I grow farther from perfection,
Pressing against a never-moving wall
I push against an immovable wall,
Where hope lies on the other side.
I long for the wall to fall apart,
But I know I am losing time
Each wall I now fight against,
Are all of my own creation.
Each designed to close off my heart,
Denying every type of emotion
My walls are layered through time,
Diamond upon stone over glass.
Each layer better to defend,
Disallowing the strongest to pass
The walls have blinded my heart,
Deafened it to the sweetest of sounds.
I long to gaze upon hope once more-
Impossible while these walls surround.
I have forgotten how to feel,
Forever numb to love and pain.
I fear that if the walls were to fall,
Love would flee and pain remain.
Don’t form walls around your heart,
For they will never pass away.
They will hold your heart hostage,
With love as the ransom- you cannot pay.
When you fall, reach for the sky.
Every time I take a fall,
I grow farther from perfection,
Pressing against a never-moving wall
I push against an immovable wall,
Where hope lies on the other side.
I long for the wall to fall apart,
But I know I am losing time
Each wall I now fight against,
Are all of my own creation.
Each designed to close off my heart,
Denying every type of emotion
My walls are layered through time,
Diamond upon stone over glass.
Each layer better to defend,
Disallowing the strongest to pass
The walls have blinded my heart,
Deafened it to the sweetest of sounds.
I long to gaze upon hope once more-
Impossible while these walls surround.
I have forgotten how to feel,
Forever numb to love and pain.
I fear that if the walls were to fall,
Love would flee and pain remain.
Don’t form walls around your heart,
For they will never pass away.
They will hold your heart hostage,
With love as the ransom- you cannot pay.
When you fall, reach for the sky.
Macaroni Macaroni, my one true love.
Women, oh no, not any more.
Warned to my own heart's delight,
These precious noodles and cheese
Won't you bring me macaroni tonight?
On a plate or in a bowl,
I don't care how they're served
Just my noodles and a fork,
Ready to eat, to fill me up
Better than chicken, steak or pork
Oh macaroni, macaroni,
Won't you come down to me?
Your cheesy goodness - my delight
Ooh how I love you dearly,
Could I have some macaroni tonight?
Women, oh no, not any more.
Warned to my own heart's delight,
These precious noodles and cheese
Won't you bring me macaroni tonight?
On a plate or in a bowl,
I don't care how they're served
Just my noodles and a fork,
Ready to eat, to fill me up
Better than chicken, steak or pork
Oh macaroni, macaroni,
Won't you come down to me?
Your cheesy goodness - my delight
Ooh how I love you dearly,
Could I have some macaroni tonight?
Why do you stand silent,
Those with a voice?
Why cower in fear,
Those with a far better choice?
Your story remains untold,
For you refuse to write it.
You hide behind a mask of a life-
A mask that never once fit
Such a song written by the world,
But you’d rather hear it tomorrow.
And upon the new day’s arrival,
You deafen the song you don’t know
Step out! Be free from these chains!
Trapped in a prison of your mind.
The door is swung wide for you,
Step out and see the life you will find.
Those with a voice?
Why cower in fear,
Those with a far better choice?
Your story remains untold,
For you refuse to write it.
You hide behind a mask of a life-
A mask that never once fit
Such a song written by the world,
But you’d rather hear it tomorrow.
And upon the new day’s arrival,
You deafen the song you don’t know
Step out! Be free from these chains!
Trapped in a prison of your mind.
The door is swung wide for you,
Step out and see the life you will find.
I’m falling apart, falling apart,
With my broken heart.
I want you stay,
But I know you can’t.
And so I’m falling apart, falling apart,
With a life I shouldn’t have.
And I see your face,
Each and every day,
And I fall even more.
You were the force to wind,
The breath I breathed in,
But now you fade away.
I’m falling apart, falling apart,
With this wretched heart.
I long for your voice,
But it isn’t my choice,
So I must say goodbye.
I will sing you a song,
Of peace and of love,
As we separate.
And I’ll be falling apart, falling apart,
With the heart that you stole.
Love’s song shall die,
And the whole world will cry,
With my heart they could not console.
I’ve fallen apart, fallen apart,
With a now shattered heart.
Good bye.
With my broken heart.
I want you stay,
But I know you can’t.
And so I’m falling apart, falling apart,
With a life I shouldn’t have.
And I see your face,
Each and every day,
And I fall even more.
You were the force to wind,
The breath I breathed in,
But now you fade away.
I’m falling apart, falling apart,
With this wretched heart.
I long for your voice,
But it isn’t my choice,
So I must say goodbye.
I will sing you a song,
Of peace and of love,
As we separate.
And I’ll be falling apart, falling apart,
With the heart that you stole.
Love’s song shall die,
And the whole world will cry,
With my heart they could not console.
I’ve fallen apart, fallen apart,
With a now shattered heart.
Good bye.
You were the my world’s center,
The sun in which my world revolved.
You were all I ever desired to know,
But now my universe is shattered
In quiet secrecy I told you all I held in,
For years hidden behind walls in my heart.
But my love forged in the night,
Was readily rejected by you-the ruse’s end.
For it was a ruse I myself performed.
Tricking myself to believing I could love.
Falling fool to life’s oldest painful game.
My heart prey for a lion preciously adorned.
So now I lie in agony of my past,
Of the love ripped from my naïve soul.
I should have known you were my better,
And that any life with you couldn’t last.
I was a peasant masquerading as a king,
With the hopeless intent for you to be my queen.
But you saw my rags for what they were,
And turned my dreams away- forever shattering.
Allow me the grace to stay in my sorrow,
To never have nor feel love once more.
I cannot bear such a burden again,
A pain greater than anything I will ever know.
The sun in which my world revolved.
You were all I ever desired to know,
But now my universe is shattered
In quiet secrecy I told you all I held in,
For years hidden behind walls in my heart.
But my love forged in the night,
Was readily rejected by you-the ruse’s end.
For it was a ruse I myself performed.
Tricking myself to believing I could love.
Falling fool to life’s oldest painful game.
My heart prey for a lion preciously adorned.
So now I lie in agony of my past,
Of the love ripped from my naïve soul.
I should have known you were my better,
And that any life with you couldn’t last.
I was a peasant masquerading as a king,
With the hopeless intent for you to be my queen.
But you saw my rags for what they were,
And turned my dreams away- forever shattering.
Allow me the grace to stay in my sorrow,
To never have nor feel love once more.
I cannot bear such a burden again,
A pain greater than anything I will ever know.
A moment to be me,
Is that too much to ask?
A split second to shine,
Beyond this shaded mask.
A moment to belong,
Without fear of rejection.
A brand new beginning,
With an absolute absolution
A moment to be greater
A moment to more than exist,
To change all I’m perceived to be,
To change the ideals society insists.
A moment to be me,
Only a second to be real.
A moment to remind the world,
That it is free to freely feel.
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Is that too much to ask?
A split second to shine,
Beyond this shaded mask.
A moment to belong,
Without fear of rejection.
A brand new beginning,
With an absolute absolution
A moment to be greater
A moment to more than exist,
To change all I’m perceived to be,
To change the ideals society insists.
A moment to be me,
Only a second to be real.
A moment to remind the world,
That it is free to freely feel.
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Lift up your eyes,
Lay down your head,
Only a moment,
And it will all end
Lift up your heart,
Lay down your dreams,
This life is soon to die,
Is never as it seems
This war is raging now,
Time to fight, time to shout
Lay down your arms,
Lift up your hands,
The war has begun,
From the skies to the land
Cry out for life
Refuse to accept death.
Hold fast to your hope
It’s all we have left.
Lift up, lift up,
Don’t hide in the sand.
Lay down your life,
So that the war can end
The war is fading out,
Time to fight, end this now.
Lay down your arms,
Lift up your hands,
The war continues on,
The battle for man
Our lives were meant,
To rise up from the ash,
Rise up, Rise up,
Against your slaver’s lash
Lay down your arms,
Lift up your hands,
The war is won,
Time to make it end.
Rise up, Rise up,
We’ve won, you’re free,
Don’t hide in your caves.
Death has no victory
The war is over now,
Time for hope, Life has been found.
Lay down your head,
Only a moment,
And it will all end
Lift up your heart,
Lay down your dreams,
This life is soon to die,
Is never as it seems
This war is raging now,
Time to fight, time to shout
Lay down your arms,
Lift up your hands,
The war has begun,
From the skies to the land
Cry out for life
Refuse to accept death.
Hold fast to your hope
It’s all we have left.
Lift up, lift up,
Don’t hide in the sand.
Lay down your life,
So that the war can end
The war is fading out,
Time to fight, end this now.
Lay down your arms,
Lift up your hands,
The war continues on,
The battle for man
Our lives were meant,
To rise up from the ash,
Rise up, Rise up,
Against your slaver’s lash
Lay down your arms,
Lift up your hands,
The war is won,
Time to make it end.
Rise up, Rise up,
We’ve won, you’re free,
Don’t hide in your caves.
Death has no victory
The war is over now,
Time for hope, Life has been found.
Watch as it twirls in light,
With beams pushing through.
Shades of a red long past,
In this crystal heart of glass.
Still beating, and yet no pulse,
Still alive, but as dead as could be.
Red glass stained with black,
Holding together, despite each crack
Falling together and then apart,
With every beat it forces out.
Longing to live, begging to bleed,
Needing a hope on which to feed.
Plunging to the ground once more,
After another fateful, fateless day.
Shadows permeate the crystal heart,
With all love once present to depart.
None left to gather the shattered glass,
All abandoning the broken, precious life
The heart shall morph into cold stone,
In time, fading to dust – all alone.
Such a beauty now forgotten,
The crystal heart- conquered by death.
All who refused to speak are guilty,
For their voice would have saved me.
Yes! I am the once crystal heart,
The man you once claimed to know.
The one abandoned in greatest need,
The man forgetting life itself, begging to only bleed.
Now my heart lies shattered,
By silence manufactured by your fears.
A voice of hope- my only desire,
Without which, my heart was dire.
Do not mourn over my death,
When many more crystal hearts remain.
Show them the life they’ve forgotten,
So crystal hearts may beat yet again.
With beams pushing through.
Shades of a red long past,
In this crystal heart of glass.
Still beating, and yet no pulse,
Still alive, but as dead as could be.
Red glass stained with black,
Holding together, despite each crack
Falling together and then apart,
With every beat it forces out.
Longing to live, begging to bleed,
Needing a hope on which to feed.
Plunging to the ground once more,
After another fateful, fateless day.
Shadows permeate the crystal heart,
With all love once present to depart.
None left to gather the shattered glass,
All abandoning the broken, precious life
The heart shall morph into cold stone,
In time, fading to dust – all alone.
Such a beauty now forgotten,
The crystal heart- conquered by death.
All who refused to speak are guilty,
For their voice would have saved me.
Yes! I am the once crystal heart,
The man you once claimed to know.
The one abandoned in greatest need,
The man forgetting life itself, begging to only bleed.
Now my heart lies shattered,
By silence manufactured by your fears.
A voice of hope- my only desire,
Without which, my heart was dire.
Do not mourn over my death,
When many more crystal hearts remain.
Show them the life they’ve forgotten,
So crystal hearts may beat yet again.
To the pieces that crumble,
To the pieces that fall.
Will you simply stay broken?
Are you never to rise again?
You were hurt and broken,
Yes, I remember the very day.
I wept with you through the night,
Up til the sun showed it's first light
But you didn't move on or heal,
Didn't fix the chasm left in your heart.
Only stayed in your sorrow and shame,
Until bitterness and hate became your name.
Now you lie desolate and alone,
Driving away all that you once called friend.
You are a lion on hunt for compassion,
But only a mask of existence could you fashion.
I tell you this as you are my dearest friend,
One that I have known since birth.
I watched you grow with me each day,
Both becoming stronger as life would may.
I am your mind my long shattered friend-
The one that both guards and advises.
I speak to you both with logic and grace,
That I may once again see your smiling face.
Look up! Stop staring at the floor!
You are more than you could ever imagine.
I see a hope in you like no other before-
You can press on, my friend, forevermore.
To the pieces that fall.
Will you simply stay broken?
Are you never to rise again?
You were hurt and broken,
Yes, I remember the very day.
I wept with you through the night,
Up til the sun showed it's first light
But you didn't move on or heal,
Didn't fix the chasm left in your heart.
Only stayed in your sorrow and shame,
Until bitterness and hate became your name.
Now you lie desolate and alone,
Driving away all that you once called friend.
You are a lion on hunt for compassion,
But only a mask of existence could you fashion.
I tell you this as you are my dearest friend,
One that I have known since birth.
I watched you grow with me each day,
Both becoming stronger as life would may.
I am your mind my long shattered friend-
The one that both guards and advises.
I speak to you both with logic and grace,
That I may once again see your smiling face.
Look up! Stop staring at the floor!
You are more than you could ever imagine.
I see a hope in you like no other before-
You can press on, my friend, forevermore.
You learned how to dream,
but forgot how to feel,
your doubts are your aspirations,
and your lies are what is real
you fear to be in want,
only to fall back in time,
to be in need of something greater,
In need of something else on which to rely
your soul feels abandoned,
longing for the love it once knew
but your lust for love is your vice,
making you helpless and without clue
you dream of feeling,
Instead of feeling your dreams.
A trade that you lost greatly,
And will not recover, it seems.
You shut out the light,
As darkness has become your only friend.
Shut off and out from those you once held dear,
A void so grand not even love could amend.
You feel as if you are lost,
In the midst of a foreign forest.
Longing for the path to become clear,
But it remains hidden, the grand test.
You wish for a way to feel justified,
That all you abandoned is not lost.
But you fail to see the bridge is broken,
And your life is the mending's cost
You feel a tightness around your neck,
As you slip on the noose you made.
And out came a sigh of desperation,
Any new dreams were by life forbade
You take the fall to the ground,
Awaiting the sudden drop you dreamt.
But the few feet seemed like an age,
Where all you could feel was contempt.
In that era of a moment you felt life,
A feeling you thought couldn't exist.
But now the time was too late,
As death took you by fist.
Now you lie cold and barren,
Just as your heart had long since been.
If only you knew life was just a glimpse away,
If only you had decided you would not give in.
but forgot how to feel,
your doubts are your aspirations,
and your lies are what is real
you fear to be in want,
only to fall back in time,
to be in need of something greater,
In need of something else on which to rely
your soul feels abandoned,
longing for the love it once knew
but your lust for love is your vice,
making you helpless and without clue
you dream of feeling,
Instead of feeling your dreams.
A trade that you lost greatly,
And will not recover, it seems.
You shut out the light,
As darkness has become your only friend.
Shut off and out from those you once held dear,
A void so grand not even love could amend.
You feel as if you are lost,
In the midst of a foreign forest.
Longing for the path to become clear,
But it remains hidden, the grand test.
You wish for a way to feel justified,
That all you abandoned is not lost.
But you fail to see the bridge is broken,
And your life is the mending's cost
You feel a tightness around your neck,
As you slip on the noose you made.
And out came a sigh of desperation,
Any new dreams were by life forbade
You take the fall to the ground,
Awaiting the sudden drop you dreamt.
But the few feet seemed like an age,
Where all you could feel was contempt.
In that era of a moment you felt life,
A feeling you thought couldn't exist.
But now the time was too late,
As death took you by fist.
Now you lie cold and barren,
Just as your heart had long since been.
If only you knew life was just a glimpse away,
If only you had decided you would not give in.
What evil is this love,
That desires the death of my soul
One so enticingly destructive,
One that steals who I should be.
My greatest weakness,
You-My greatest vice,
If I lose you I am alone,
But with you, death is the price.
Forgetting all I am,
To keep you where you are,
Abandoning every dream,
To preserve your aimless heart.
You are my greatest poison,
But are all I have to drink.
And so I'd rather die hating to love you,
Than survive with an unquenched love
That desires the death of my soul
One so enticingly destructive,
One that steals who I should be.
My greatest weakness,
You-My greatest vice,
If I lose you I am alone,
But with you, death is the price.
Forgetting all I am,
To keep you where you are,
Abandoning every dream,
To preserve your aimless heart.
You are my greatest poison,
But are all I have to drink.
And so I'd rather die hating to love you,
Than survive with an unquenched love
Calloused and cold,
calculating yet derisive,
I shut out love as an excuse
And exclude hope as a reason.
I don't know why I am this way.
I never wanted to hurt you.
I only wanted to be who I was,
But I see now it was you I'd lose
But you stand there waiting,
As if all is forgiven and repaired.
Awaiting for my arms to swing wide,
And see you as I once did.
But I don't believe I can or will,
For my heart does not wish it to be.
I will await for my time to depart,
And finally I can be free from you.
calculating yet derisive,
I shut out love as an excuse
And exclude hope as a reason.
I don't know why I am this way.
I never wanted to hurt you.
I only wanted to be who I was,
But I see now it was you I'd lose
But you stand there waiting,
As if all is forgiven and repaired.
Awaiting for my arms to swing wide,
And see you as I once did.
But I don't believe I can or will,
For my heart does not wish it to be.
I will await for my time to depart,
And finally I can be free from you.
You were lost in your emptiness,
Forgetting how to sing a song.
Sitting in your misery all alone,
Destined to be alone all along.
You thought you could defy the world,
Defy its seal of unacceptability.
But you only put a mask over the seal,
Giving joy for a moment, only to move to misery.
So waste away, you ambitious fool,
You- the one love refuses to find.
You were destined to be forgotten and alone,
With your scarred face and blackened mind.
Forgetting how to sing a song.
Sitting in your misery all alone,
Destined to be alone all along.
You thought you could defy the world,
Defy its seal of unacceptability.
But you only put a mask over the seal,
Giving joy for a moment, only to move to misery.
So waste away, you ambitious fool,
You- the one love refuses to find.
You were destined to be forgotten and alone,
With your scarred face and blackened mind.
I am a master of masks,
A master of disguising pain.
I can hide the deepest wound,
And cover the largest scar
The blood seeps through my clothes,
Spilling out onto the floor.
But I, the master of lies,
Tell tales dismissing my death
The floor runs red with blood,
My essence emptying o’er the ground.
But I refuse to feel the pain,
I refuse to acknowledge the hurt
I’m hurting behind myself,
Bleeding through my soul.
I have a mask of great strength,
But I am weaker than I admit
Every sentence I laugh on,
Every taunt you jokingly tell,
Every laugh you attribute the above
Forces me to bleed all the more
Your love is a broken tourniquet,
Lasting for a moment, just to shatter.
I know not how long I can hold on,
For my masks cannot resurrect
I am simply a piece of glass,
Falling from the clouds above.
Reflecting away all but myself,
Awaiting the realization of the ground.
A master of disguising pain.
I can hide the deepest wound,
And cover the largest scar
The blood seeps through my clothes,
Spilling out onto the floor.
But I, the master of lies,
Tell tales dismissing my death
The floor runs red with blood,
My essence emptying o’er the ground.
But I refuse to feel the pain,
I refuse to acknowledge the hurt
I’m hurting behind myself,
Bleeding through my soul.
I have a mask of great strength,
But I am weaker than I admit
Every sentence I laugh on,
Every taunt you jokingly tell,
Every laugh you attribute the above
Forces me to bleed all the more
Your love is a broken tourniquet,
Lasting for a moment, just to shatter.
I know not how long I can hold on,
For my masks cannot resurrect
I am simply a piece of glass,
Falling from the clouds above.
Reflecting away all but myself,
Awaiting the realization of the ground.
Your life is like a painting,
With a picture wrapped in frame.
With scrapes around the edges,
And it’s own special name.
You feel the aged paint crack,
Under both pressure and time.
But the frame still holds together,
Despite the temper of your life.
The frame is your outer,
But all that matters is the paint.
Many may focus on your frame,
But your picture is that of a Saint.
Beauty on the inside is the key,
And your life is the masterpiece.
Your life is painting to admire,
A story ne’er to cease
A glorious observance,
That your life’s painting provides.
A glorious picture of perfection.
One that stands the tests of time.
Do not let those hating on your frame,
Ever diminish the view of your art,
For the frame is never the focus,
But instead is located at your heart.
With a picture wrapped in frame.
With scrapes around the edges,
And it’s own special name.
You feel the aged paint crack,
Under both pressure and time.
But the frame still holds together,
Despite the temper of your life.
The frame is your outer,
But all that matters is the paint.
Many may focus on your frame,
But your picture is that of a Saint.
Beauty on the inside is the key,
And your life is the masterpiece.
Your life is painting to admire,
A story ne’er to cease
A glorious observance,
That your life’s painting provides.
A glorious picture of perfection.
One that stands the tests of time.
Do not let those hating on your frame,
Ever diminish the view of your art,
For the frame is never the focus,
But instead is located at your heart.
There are tears to be had,
But no time to cry them
Anger to be unleashed,
But no allowance to free it
There is sorrow to be voiced,
But no desire to sing their song,
There is pain to be felt,
Which is all I dare to feel
I want to scream out my hate
Scream until the sky bleeds.
Watch as darkness descends,
Where I may escape to my dreams.
For my dreams are all I hold,
Yet all I ever wish to have.
This reality is my lifelong vice,
Only pain, no joy does it bring.
There are tears to be had,
But no eyes to cry them.
There is anger to be unleashed,
But no object for its focus.
There is sorrow to be voiced,
But no ear on which to fall.
There is pain to be felt,
But no heart left to feel
But no time to cry them
Anger to be unleashed,
But no allowance to free it
There is sorrow to be voiced,
But no desire to sing their song,
There is pain to be felt,
Which is all I dare to feel
I want to scream out my hate
Scream until the sky bleeds.
Watch as darkness descends,
Where I may escape to my dreams.
For my dreams are all I hold,
Yet all I ever wish to have.
This reality is my lifelong vice,
Only pain, no joy does it bring.
There are tears to be had,
But no eyes to cry them.
There is anger to be unleashed,
But no object for its focus.
There is sorrow to be voiced,
But no ear on which to fall.
There is pain to be felt,
But no heart left to feel
I have a pressed suit,
Clean, slick black tie.
From knot to point,
Sharp as could be.
Shoes ready and polished,
Laced up into knot
Gleaming back the light,
Finishing off the set.
But the suit is scratchy,
Tearing at my skin.
The tie is like a noose,
Forming around my neck.
The shoes hurt my feet,
Suffocating them throughout the day.
They cramp my toes together,
And scar my heels.
My appearance brings me misery,
Only aimed to please others.
I hate this evil wardrobe,
But they say my other clothes are impure
So I wear this suit daily,
As I am terrified to change.
What would they all think,
If I didn’t appear perfectly?
Clean, slick black tie.
From knot to point,
Sharp as could be.
Shoes ready and polished,
Laced up into knot
Gleaming back the light,
Finishing off the set.
But the suit is scratchy,
Tearing at my skin.
The tie is like a noose,
Forming around my neck.
The shoes hurt my feet,
Suffocating them throughout the day.
They cramp my toes together,
And scar my heels.
My appearance brings me misery,
Only aimed to please others.
I hate this evil wardrobe,
But they say my other clothes are impure
So I wear this suit daily,
As I am terrified to change.
What would they all think,
If I didn’t appear perfectly?
A man finds a little girl on the street and begins to speak with her. She appears hungry and lost.
Are you hungry little girl?
Would you like some water?
Do not cry tiny creature,
I will be your provider.
What is your name little girl?
So I may call you near.
You look hungry and alone,
Filled with emptiness and fear.
Here, have this meal before me,
I eat plenty every day.
I promise to feed you,
So long as you blindly obey.
Take from me today,
Tomorrow as well.
All is freely given,
And in my house you may dwell
The man and the girl went to the man’s house where he fed her for the day.
Eat, eat little girl,
One tired an alone.
Then we have desert,
With a sweet ice cream cone
So long little girl,
For I must say good night.
I will be in my bedroom,
Should you have hunger or fright
The man went into his bedroom all alone and spoke to himself:
Today she will eat,
And the next day the same.
But slowly I will starve her,
Until she bows before my name
She will hunger and starve,
With food before her eyes,
But I shall refuse her it all,
Unless her soul begins to die
So eat up little girl,
For you prepare your own lash.
Await the day you hunger again,
Begging just for my trash
The man and the girl continued this cycle for weeks, where finally the girl was only eating once every two weeks, aside from the crumbs she snuck out of the trash. She began to beg for food, saying:
Mister, Mister, may I eat,
Your face is that of art
You are more gracious and worthy,
But a meal would truly warm my heart
I will submit to you,
My every will and whim-
But you will remain gracious,
Even if my paths become grim.
Food is but a temporary pleasure,
But a vice if I lose you,
But please kind Mister,
What harm would a meal do?
The man stepped back, wryly grinning at his achievement and said:
Are you hungry little girl?
Would you like some water?
Do not cry tiny creature,
I will be your provider.
You are now mine to command,
As I rule you by starvation.
Your own will committed suicide,
Do not worry- this is no vexation
Rejoice! I freed you from yourself!
What pleasure you must now feel.
No worries in your precious heart,
None but hunger are any more real.
Take from me today,
Tomorrow as well.
All was freely given,
And in my house you may dwell.
Are you hungry little girl?
Would you like some water?
Do not cry tiny creature,
I will be your provider.
What is your name little girl?
So I may call you near.
You look hungry and alone,
Filled with emptiness and fear.
Here, have this meal before me,
I eat plenty every day.
I promise to feed you,
So long as you blindly obey.
Take from me today,
Tomorrow as well.
All is freely given,
And in my house you may dwell
The man and the girl went to the man’s house where he fed her for the day.
Eat, eat little girl,
One tired an alone.
Then we have desert,
With a sweet ice cream cone
So long little girl,
For I must say good night.
I will be in my bedroom,
Should you have hunger or fright
The man went into his bedroom all alone and spoke to himself:
Today she will eat,
And the next day the same.
But slowly I will starve her,
Until she bows before my name
She will hunger and starve,
With food before her eyes,
But I shall refuse her it all,
Unless her soul begins to die
So eat up little girl,
For you prepare your own lash.
Await the day you hunger again,
Begging just for my trash
The man and the girl continued this cycle for weeks, where finally the girl was only eating once every two weeks, aside from the crumbs she snuck out of the trash. She began to beg for food, saying:
Mister, Mister, may I eat,
Your face is that of art
You are more gracious and worthy,
But a meal would truly warm my heart
I will submit to you,
My every will and whim-
But you will remain gracious,
Even if my paths become grim.
Food is but a temporary pleasure,
But a vice if I lose you,
But please kind Mister,
What harm would a meal do?
The man stepped back, wryly grinning at his achievement and said:
Are you hungry little girl?
Would you like some water?
Do not cry tiny creature,
I will be your provider.
You are now mine to command,
As I rule you by starvation.
Your own will committed suicide,
Do not worry- this is no vexation
Rejoice! I freed you from yourself!
What pleasure you must now feel.
No worries in your precious heart,
None but hunger are any more real.
Take from me today,
Tomorrow as well.
All was freely given,
And in my house you may dwell.
Let the fire burn me,
Blacken the heart I know.
Let me know life’s greatest pains,
To make greater that which remains.
Let the fire scar me,
So I may remember the fateful day.
Let me show I am not who they see.
To show my past is not my destiny.
Let the fire refine me,
So I may shine like the Sun.
Let me feel the passion to grow,
To show I am more than all I undergo.
For in the furnace I am formed,
To be greater than my wars.
These fires forging me to last-
Oh, precious fires of my past.
Blacken the heart I know.
Let me know life’s greatest pains,
To make greater that which remains.
Let the fire scar me,
So I may remember the fateful day.
Let me show I am not who they see.
To show my past is not my destiny.
Let the fire refine me,
So I may shine like the Sun.
Let me feel the passion to grow,
To show I am more than all I undergo.
For in the furnace I am formed,
To be greater than my wars.
These fires forging me to last-
Oh, precious fires of my past.
I am the ghost,
The terror you can’t see.
Invisible to perception,
A secretive monstrosity
Captivated by death,
Characterized by defeat.
A soul longing for redemption-
With a heart you can never meet
I am a demon,
With darkness all I am,
Corrupt, polluted, destroyed-
Dying til I am eternally damned.
I am an angel,
A love with no bounds!
But a ghost cannot express it,
Forbidden to make a sound.
But I am not invisible,
No, you’ve just closed your eyes.
I am still here begging to be seen,
While you continue to believe your own lies.
You didn’t want to see me!
Didn’t want to hear my voice!
Because the moment I exist,
You cannot change your choice.
In me you see pain,
In me, you feel death.
All the screams, all the terror,
Everything from our first breath.
You would rather cease to believe,
Than recognize this life’s pain.
Rather deafen yourself to truth,
Until only false deceptions remain.
I am your depression,
Your desperation, your grief.
But only once I am addressed,
Will you achieve such long sought relief.
Please, open your eyes,
See me for all I consist.
For I am your ghost-
And you can choose if I exist.
The terror you can’t see.
Invisible to perception,
A secretive monstrosity
Captivated by death,
Characterized by defeat.
A soul longing for redemption-
With a heart you can never meet
I am a demon,
With darkness all I am,
Corrupt, polluted, destroyed-
Dying til I am eternally damned.
I am an angel,
A love with no bounds!
But a ghost cannot express it,
Forbidden to make a sound.
But I am not invisible,
No, you’ve just closed your eyes.
I am still here begging to be seen,
While you continue to believe your own lies.
You didn’t want to see me!
Didn’t want to hear my voice!
Because the moment I exist,
You cannot change your choice.
In me you see pain,
In me, you feel death.
All the screams, all the terror,
Everything from our first breath.
You would rather cease to believe,
Than recognize this life’s pain.
Rather deafen yourself to truth,
Until only false deceptions remain.
I am your depression,
Your desperation, your grief.
But only once I am addressed,
Will you achieve such long sought relief.
Please, open your eyes,
See me for all I consist.
For I am your ghost-
And you can choose if I exist.
I am the pain behind the mirror,
The misery behind the mask.
I am lasting, I am eternal,
You cannot bury me beneath a flask.
I am not something hidden by drugs,
Not something silenced through a knife.
I am the one who speaks through silence
Friction against the force behind your life
I am a poison that you must drink.
A lie you cannot refuse to hear.
I am a parasite in your mind,
Feeding off your blood and tears.
I am! I am! You cannot deny me,
You know this, you’ve tried before.
I am the cage around your happiness,
And there is no key to the door.
The misery behind the mask.
I am lasting, I am eternal,
You cannot bury me beneath a flask.
I am not something hidden by drugs,
Not something silenced through a knife.
I am the one who speaks through silence
Friction against the force behind your life
I am a poison that you must drink.
A lie you cannot refuse to hear.
I am a parasite in your mind,
Feeding off your blood and tears.
I am! I am! You cannot deny me,
You know this, you’ve tried before.
I am the cage around your happiness,
And there is no key to the door.
I stand upon the brinks,
On the shores of the beyond.
Looking out at the horizon,
I see the Sun craft the day’s end.
The Circle of flame falls below,
Light bidding me farewell.
A solemn letter of goodbye,
That it may no longer dwell.
This precious evening light,
Departs like a long held friend-
A soft voice and kind face,
Now taken away by the earth’s bend.
Now Shadow has come,
Shrouding the light I love
In darkness my joy abides,
Abandoned from the light above
An evil falls upon the people,
As hope slowly slips away.
They need something to believe-
They need the wonder of the day
Songs of woe and desperation,
Stories of death and despair
Permeate throughout the city,
And of hope? Ne’er a prayer.
But the Sun has been forgotten,
Its light becoming old myth.
I doubt any hope will return,
The Sun must come again forthwith.
But I know the Sun shines still,
Though the clouds leave me bereft.
One day- one day they will see,
That the light never truly left.
On the shores of the beyond.
Looking out at the horizon,
I see the Sun craft the day’s end.
The Circle of flame falls below,
Light bidding me farewell.
A solemn letter of goodbye,
That it may no longer dwell.
This precious evening light,
Departs like a long held friend-
A soft voice and kind face,
Now taken away by the earth’s bend.
Now Shadow has come,
Shrouding the light I love
In darkness my joy abides,
Abandoned from the light above
An evil falls upon the people,
As hope slowly slips away.
They need something to believe-
They need the wonder of the day
Songs of woe and desperation,
Stories of death and despair
Permeate throughout the city,
And of hope? Ne’er a prayer.
But the Sun has been forgotten,
Its light becoming old myth.
I doubt any hope will return,
The Sun must come again forthwith.
But I know the Sun shines still,
Though the clouds leave me bereft.
One day- one day they will see,
That the light never truly left.
Oh Guardian Angel,
Bringer, holder of the light.
The beauty amidst the dark
You bring hope to the desperate,
The morn to the longest night
I am but a man,
Aiming to describe an angel.
I hardly understand your complexity,
But I love you even still-
A love this life cannot quell
My words fall short,
Far from your grace.
No words so eloquent,
Could compare to the beauty
The beauty of your face
You are the faith I forgot,
The joy I abandoned long ago.
And with your return I feel-
Feel as if the world is smaller,
While I bask in your elegant glow
I will never leave again,
Nor set your heart aside.
All I wish is to hold you.
I will stay with you each night
Where in light we may abide.
I will not forget again,
My Angel, dearest Angel.
All I wish is your love-
For I offer this love of mine-
The love this life could never quell.
Bringer, holder of the light.
The beauty amidst the dark
You bring hope to the desperate,
The morn to the longest night
I am but a man,
Aiming to describe an angel.
I hardly understand your complexity,
But I love you even still-
A love this life cannot quell
My words fall short,
Far from your grace.
No words so eloquent,
Could compare to the beauty
The beauty of your face
You are the faith I forgot,
The joy I abandoned long ago.
And with your return I feel-
Feel as if the world is smaller,
While I bask in your elegant glow
I will never leave again,
Nor set your heart aside.
All I wish is to hold you.
I will stay with you each night
Where in light we may abide.
I will not forget again,
My Angel, dearest Angel.
All I wish is your love-
For I offer this love of mine-
The love this life could never quell.
Forget me,
Forget all I am,
All I was supposed to be.
I failed, I fell-
I can’t reach the standard you set.
You asked for the stars,
But all I could grant was the moon-
But it was never enough,
No, you wanted more.
I became buried beneath regret
Beneath the pain, the failure
You caused me to be.
I tried to tell you,
All I held deep down-
But you wouldn’t listen,
The truth burned your ears.
I held out my hand,
Hoping you may help,
But you pulled away-
As if I would bring you down
To the life you gave me.
Am I this toxic to you?
Your child forgotten and abandoned-
I don’t understand your hate.
I can never understand your hate.
Then I will make my own way-
Paved by the strength I earned-
With old, shattered pieces of a love.
I will reach beyond you,
Crawling from dirt to sky.
And I will stand and watch,
As your withdrawn hand,
Forgets what it was to feel
I will use regret as my platform,
The pain and failure as my voice-
Using what you meant to weaken,
As the tools for my success.
You rejected my words,
So I will find someone else,
Who will listen and be inspired.
Forget me-
Forget all I am.
All I was supposed to be.
I failed, but I will rise-
Because your standards mean nothing.
You asked for the stars,
Never realizing you had me,
I was never enough,
But now I am so much more.
Forget all I am,
All I was supposed to be.
I failed, I fell-
I can’t reach the standard you set.
You asked for the stars,
But all I could grant was the moon-
But it was never enough,
No, you wanted more.
I became buried beneath regret
Beneath the pain, the failure
You caused me to be.
I tried to tell you,
All I held deep down-
But you wouldn’t listen,
The truth burned your ears.
I held out my hand,
Hoping you may help,
But you pulled away-
As if I would bring you down
To the life you gave me.
Am I this toxic to you?
Your child forgotten and abandoned-
I don’t understand your hate.
I can never understand your hate.
Then I will make my own way-
Paved by the strength I earned-
With old, shattered pieces of a love.
I will reach beyond you,
Crawling from dirt to sky.
And I will stand and watch,
As your withdrawn hand,
Forgets what it was to feel
I will use regret as my platform,
The pain and failure as my voice-
Using what you meant to weaken,
As the tools for my success.
You rejected my words,
So I will find someone else,
Who will listen and be inspired.
Forget me-
Forget all I am.
All I was supposed to be.
I failed, but I will rise-
Because your standards mean nothing.
You asked for the stars,
Never realizing you had me,
I was never enough,
But now I am so much more.
I remember my first game system,
The Sega Genesis, oh the joy,
Countless hours each day I would spend,
Easily becoming my top childhood toy
Aimlessly moving Sonic around,
In effort to beat my prized high score,
But the system then grew old,
And I played it no more
Then something changed,
As I heard rumors of something greater
A new system to the forefront
A PS1, the start of cause for this very letter
I was not a popular kid, you see?
Left out from select games and sport,
But when I came home it was there,
With an on button as accepting as an open door
Each day I was bullied,
Whether verbally or by fist,
I knew my PS1 was awaiting my return,
With tales of adventure I could hardly resist
These games taught me something,
Something I will not soon forget,
That when the world leaves you empty,
A new world could fill the debt
As time went on, however,
My PS1, my friend, had grown old and worn
But a new youngster fresh off the line
Was now to have my adventures reborn
The Play Station 2, or PS2 for short,
A black slim finish, beautiful simplicity,
With new graphics and features galore,
I was overjoyed with what I did see
Year after year I stormed the system,
Playing into the wee hours of morning,
What pleasure and euphoria it did provide,
I could tell a new age was dawning
Finally came along my prize, my gift,
A glorious rendition, the magnificent third
The PS3 ushered itself in in glory,
My delight, I could hardly speak a word
The friends I had finally grown to,
Were granted sovereignty in our mutual desire,
Growing closer together by way of gaming,
A bond much greater than the prior
Now I hear tales of a fourth,
A system of much awe and wonder
One I now possess and play,
With new lives and mysteries to ponder
So, what did gaming teach me?
How did it affect my plain life?
Oh, quite in a simple way, I presume,
Please, allow me to describe:
Gaming taught me how to press on,
That even if the world denies me love
That despite what comes my way,
A life is still there to be had, thereof
Gaming taught me how to think,
How to handle two things at a time,
A skill I definitely will need and use,
Thus granting me a better life
Gaming taught me how to speak,
Both fluent and intelligently, it so seems
Thus creating new goals and outlets to try,
Opening a window to brand new dreams
Gaming, I suppose, taught me how to live
How to function better on my own,
Gaming taught me there's a greater life worth living
That even when abandoned, I am never truly alone
The Sega Genesis, oh the joy,
Countless hours each day I would spend,
Easily becoming my top childhood toy
Aimlessly moving Sonic around,
In effort to beat my prized high score,
But the system then grew old,
And I played it no more
Then something changed,
As I heard rumors of something greater
A new system to the forefront
A PS1, the start of cause for this very letter
I was not a popular kid, you see?
Left out from select games and sport,
But when I came home it was there,
With an on button as accepting as an open door
Each day I was bullied,
Whether verbally or by fist,
I knew my PS1 was awaiting my return,
With tales of adventure I could hardly resist
These games taught me something,
Something I will not soon forget,
That when the world leaves you empty,
A new world could fill the debt
As time went on, however,
My PS1, my friend, had grown old and worn
But a new youngster fresh off the line
Was now to have my adventures reborn
The Play Station 2, or PS2 for short,
A black slim finish, beautiful simplicity,
With new graphics and features galore,
I was overjoyed with what I did see
Year after year I stormed the system,
Playing into the wee hours of morning,
What pleasure and euphoria it did provide,
I could tell a new age was dawning
Finally came along my prize, my gift,
A glorious rendition, the magnificent third
The PS3 ushered itself in in glory,
My delight, I could hardly speak a word
The friends I had finally grown to,
Were granted sovereignty in our mutual desire,
Growing closer together by way of gaming,
A bond much greater than the prior
Now I hear tales of a fourth,
A system of much awe and wonder
One I now possess and play,
With new lives and mysteries to ponder
So, what did gaming teach me?
How did it affect my plain life?
Oh, quite in a simple way, I presume,
Please, allow me to describe:
Gaming taught me how to press on,
That even if the world denies me love
That despite what comes my way,
A life is still there to be had, thereof
Gaming taught me how to think,
How to handle two things at a time,
A skill I definitely will need and use,
Thus granting me a better life
Gaming taught me how to speak,
Both fluent and intelligently, it so seems
Thus creating new goals and outlets to try,
Opening a window to brand new dreams
Gaming, I suppose, taught me how to live
How to function better on my own,
Gaming taught me there's a greater life worth living
That even when abandoned, I am never truly alone
I am a mirror,
Take a glance,
Take a peek.
Look my way,
Tell me what you see.
Are you tall,
Short or large?
Beautiful,
Grotesque?
Old or youthful?
What do you see?
Go on, speak.
I already know.
I am the mirror,
Knowing what I show.
I want you to say it,
You need to, you must.
You’ve hidden,
Hidden who you are,
The real you-forbidden.
I am a mirror,
But I only show
Who you think you are.
Prideful or defaming,
Pristine or scarred.
I never show the truth,
For that is known.
Covered by lies,
Who you truly are,
Who you despise.
I am a mirror,
Tell me what you see.
Still quiet?
Remaining silent?
How goes the mental riot?
Let me tell you,
Speak of what I see.
I see nothing.
No individual-
Yet I see everything.
I see doubt.
Doubting you are worthy.
I see desperation-
Living in a cage of misery.
I see importance,
Yet know not your name.
I see brilliance,
Through you do not think the same.
I see beauty,
With no face beside.
Magnificence,
No matter shape or size.
I see a person-
Who you truly are, I see.
A person deserving of love-
Would you agree?
I am a mirror,
Take a glance,
Take a peek.
Look my way,
And tell me what you now see.
Take a glance,
Take a peek.
Look my way,
Tell me what you see.
Are you tall,
Short or large?
Beautiful,
Grotesque?
Old or youthful?
What do you see?
Go on, speak.
I already know.
I am the mirror,
Knowing what I show.
I want you to say it,
You need to, you must.
You’ve hidden,
Hidden who you are,
The real you-forbidden.
I am a mirror,
But I only show
Who you think you are.
Prideful or defaming,
Pristine or scarred.
I never show the truth,
For that is known.
Covered by lies,
Who you truly are,
Who you despise.
I am a mirror,
Tell me what you see.
Still quiet?
Remaining silent?
How goes the mental riot?
Let me tell you,
Speak of what I see.
I see nothing.
No individual-
Yet I see everything.
I see doubt.
Doubting you are worthy.
I see desperation-
Living in a cage of misery.
I see importance,
Yet know not your name.
I see brilliance,
Through you do not think the same.
I see beauty,
With no face beside.
Magnificence,
No matter shape or size.
I see a person-
Who you truly are, I see.
A person deserving of love-
Would you agree?
I am a mirror,
Take a glance,
Take a peek.
Look my way,
And tell me what you now see.
Keep to myself,
Don’t speak, not a sound.
Wait till we’re both alone,
When no one else’s around.
Not right now,
No, don’t tell her today.
She looks busy and upset,
And I don’t know what she may say.
Tell her now, go on-
Unless she says no.
What will I do then?
I’ll just let this opportunity go
He’s talking to her.
Maybe I should speak now,
But what if she likes him more?
I’ll watch how it plays out.
Now she’s dating someone.
If only it were me.
Maybe if I tell her now,
While their relationship is early
They’ve been dating for two years,
I wouldn’t dare say how I feel.
It would be rude to come between,
I’ll be patient and let my lover’s wounds heal.
Got a letter in the mail today,
Inviting me to her wedding.
I still love her, I do,
But it’s too late to say anything.
“Any objections?” he asks,
Unknowing of the love I feel.
But quiet I will remain,
Though this pain is too real.
She called me today,
Saying her marriage ran its course,
Her husband broke her heart,
And they are getting a divorce.
Maybe I should tell her?
Now, it is much too early.
If I were to tell her now,
How rude would that be?
It’s been three years,
Since she’s been alone
I want to tell her,
But I can’t let it be known.
Got a letter in the mail,
Telling me she had passed.
In her will I was mentioned,
To give a speech I was asked.
I said I would do my best,
To give her a worthy farewell.
When the day finally came,
It was my time to toll the knell
“I loved her so much,
But was too scared to say.
I kept it secret, hidden,
To her very last day.
“Now she is gone,
I miss her precious face.
So kind and beautiful,
With a heart filled with love and grace.
“I never told her,
I thought tomorrow would be fine.
But now I can’t even hear her voice,
Never to know if she could’ve been mine.
“Good bye, the one I came to love.
I will miss you till my end.
I pray that you find peace.
So long, my dearest friend.”
Don’t speak, not a sound.
Wait till we’re both alone,
When no one else’s around.
Not right now,
No, don’t tell her today.
She looks busy and upset,
And I don’t know what she may say.
Tell her now, go on-
Unless she says no.
What will I do then?
I’ll just let this opportunity go
He’s talking to her.
Maybe I should speak now,
But what if she likes him more?
I’ll watch how it plays out.
Now she’s dating someone.
If only it were me.
Maybe if I tell her now,
While their relationship is early
They’ve been dating for two years,
I wouldn’t dare say how I feel.
It would be rude to come between,
I’ll be patient and let my lover’s wounds heal.
Got a letter in the mail today,
Inviting me to her wedding.
I still love her, I do,
But it’s too late to say anything.
“Any objections?” he asks,
Unknowing of the love I feel.
But quiet I will remain,
Though this pain is too real.
She called me today,
Saying her marriage ran its course,
Her husband broke her heart,
And they are getting a divorce.
Maybe I should tell her?
Now, it is much too early.
If I were to tell her now,
How rude would that be?
It’s been three years,
Since she’s been alone
I want to tell her,
But I can’t let it be known.
Got a letter in the mail,
Telling me she had passed.
In her will I was mentioned,
To give a speech I was asked.
I said I would do my best,
To give her a worthy farewell.
When the day finally came,
It was my time to toll the knell
“I loved her so much,
But was too scared to say.
I kept it secret, hidden,
To her very last day.
“Now she is gone,
I miss her precious face.
So kind and beautiful,
With a heart filled with love and grace.
“I never told her,
I thought tomorrow would be fine.
But now I can’t even hear her voice,
Never to know if she could’ve been mine.
“Good bye, the one I came to love.
I will miss you till my end.
I pray that you find peace.
So long, my dearest friend.”
The song of the broken,
The sonnet of shattered souls,
Singing the song of sorrow,
Striving for some sense of peace.
A song of sorrow and shame,
Shaping the sums of their pain,
Voices shaking with each syllable,
But they sing their silent song
Sung to show their solitude,
To show a semblance of normalcy,
But ever since the world’s silence,
Their strength is but a shade
Never to see the sun again,
No, its shine is a secret,
Shared with only the select,
Causing the broken to sing their song
The song of the broken,
The sonnet of shattered souls,
Singing the song of sorrow,
Till their sorrow begs to cease.
The sonnet of shattered souls,
Singing the song of sorrow,
Striving for some sense of peace.
A song of sorrow and shame,
Shaping the sums of their pain,
Voices shaking with each syllable,
But they sing their silent song
Sung to show their solitude,
To show a semblance of normalcy,
But ever since the world’s silence,
Their strength is but a shade
Never to see the sun again,
No, its shine is a secret,
Shared with only the select,
Causing the broken to sing their song
The song of the broken,
The sonnet of shattered souls,
Singing the song of sorrow,
Till their sorrow begs to cease.
Poem 1-
I see the blood of my enemy’s,
Scattered across the ground.
An overwhelming joy comes over me,
Yet a terrifying reality
It is a rarity to experience,
This mixture of joy and remorse.
They would kill me the same,
But now I’ll never know their name.
A face tattered red and black,
By both bruises and blood.
They lie on the ground-
Their bodies awaiting to be found.
Why did I raise up against them?
Against he which I had no quarrel?
Was this forgotten ideal worth this strife?
Was this worth another man’s life?
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Poem 2 -
I like to see children run and play-
To see them breathing fresh air.
A gift long since forgotten,
A pleasure long since forsaken
For now Inside consumes them,
Ne’er to step out and see the light.
Almost like a fear they created,
Causing all activity to be vacated
They listen to archaic songs,
Singing of a life of the past.
Whilst they lazily stare outside,
Thinking they have such a boring life
Adventures await you young children,
For they are already in your mind.
All it requires is your action!
Outside - Life’s eternal attraction.
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Poem 3-
A poem is a funny thing to write,
Something unique to itself.
With rhyme coupled with meter,
Can be serious or something light.
A story set in rhythmic motion,
To sing to the heart’s voice.
Reminding the reader of old dreams,
Whilst comforting with new emotion
A poem is pain formed into letters,
Love moving through words
It is the soul of a forgotten passion
The life force of all the dreamers
I dream of being a poet-
Dream of making others feel.
Wouldn’t it be funny though,
If I was one and didn’t know it?
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Poem 4 -
Success is an eluding ideal,
Something only halfway achieved-
For never is this life complete-
And further advancements can be conceived
Success implies an ending,
Where there is not always one to obtain-
A victory is not won in a day,
Nor true success in one life be contained
Success is a story to be told,
Throughout the ages of all time.
One shared between each human,
Much greater than this small rhyme
Success is never fully seen,
Yet already exists in our dreams-
Never cease your aim for it,
For it may be closer than it seems
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Poem 5 -
I want to feel you again,
But you’ve abandoned my heart.
I knew this would happen,
From the very start
You were perfection,
I am grotesque
Never did it matter
That I gave you my very best
I was your emotional dumpster-
A can for your hateful soul.
But I was lustful for love
So I did my best to console
I listened to your rampage,
Yet you refused to hear me,
You let me waste away in pain
Even in my most desperate plea
So I choose to abandon you,
In person rather than in spirit-
Do not come back for affection
For I have no will to give it
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Poem 6 -
I am who I am,
And am I I wish to be-
Why should I conform,
When my joy is individuality?
I may not be strong,
Coordinated, either-
But I couldn’t ask for more
And I desire neither.
I am a writer,
Which grants myself joy-
I feel a joy in my heart,
That physicality could not employ
Be silent, all who judge-
For I am content to be without-
Your conformity cannot control me,
For my strengths remove my doubt
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Poem 7 -
You are my deformer,
You- my greatest vice.
I tried to love you,
But I can’t pay your price.
You asked for my death-
The denial of my dreams.
I cannot sacrifice myself,
So I deny you instead, it seems
You are a seductress,
With a dagger behind your back.
You steal each life you touch,
Taking in the love that you lack.
But one day no one will come-
For a mark will be placed on your heart-
You will try to find love,
Until your last breath departs
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Poem 8 -
You were in bondage for years,
From birth it so seems -
Captured by your mind’s doubts,
In a cage of your own fears.
You watched aspiration die,
Hope turn away and leave.
Loved ones abandon you,
And all you could do was cry.
But this pain changed you,
Forged you to be greater.
Than you thought could be-
Made you someone with nothing to lose.
You are free, old slave-
Your chains lie broken,
Shattered on the ground.
You are freed from your cage
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Poem 9 -
Oh how I love little cats,
With their soft fur and paws.
So playful and energetic,
Never loving without cause
They prance across the room,
Dart up and down the halls,
Yet are so easily amused,
With the smallest of yarn balls
A judgemental little creature,
With eyes of love or death.
Beware should you wake them,
If you value your own breath
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Poem 10 -
Where has everyone run to,
Leaving me alone here to dwell?
The world never seemed this cold,
Until I told it to burn in hell
Why am I so bitter,
So hateful toward the world?
Was it really so hurtful,
That my life should be so unfurled?
I once felt a unceasing love,
That I cherished in my heart
I felt it’s peace over me,
But when did that depart?
I must learn to forgive,
Must learn to love this life-
For what joy does it bring,
If I keep it at bay by knife?
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Poem 11 - This one’s sad...
One tenth of the way to my goal,
Of 100 poems or more-
Such a hectic, frantic time,
What a horrendous chore!
What do you think thus far?
Not my best, yes I admit -
But I still have 90 more to go,
Lets see what I can give it!
I hope this is entertaining,
Impressive to say the least.
This is a very daunting task-
A rather large, intimidating beast
I’m running out of topics,
Which is what I feared the most
Partly why I am writing this one,
Which is something not to boast
But onward to poem 12 I go,
For I must hurry and write-
My only wish for me now,
Is that I get some sleep tonight
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Poem 12 -
My mind is my greatest friend,
With me from the very start.
So capable of amazement,
Interesting and funny until the end
I can create stories never heard,
Tales of a land far, far away
Or of a time long long ago
Forging a life through thought and words
I make myself giggle,
Telling jokes of my creation-
They may only humor me,
But that’s all I aimed to make chuckle
They call me an introvert,
But I resent such a name.
I simply found the part of me I enjoy,
And from there, my time I divert
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Poem 13 -
Listen to those around you-
Especially those of age.
They have the teachings of time,
Life’s greatest professor
They grant you wisdom,
From their time worn mind
Instilling in you which took years,
In a fraction of the time
But these sources are so often silenced,
By the youth’s defiance to learn-
Determined to find their own way,
Even if they rewalk the same path
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Poem 14 -
I have no tears to cry,
They have already fled my eyes.
So I sit is a desert of pain,
Waiting for my life to repair
I don’t wish to go on,
To leave this sulk I’m in.
It may hurt me daily,
But at least it is familiar.
I don’t want to hear life’s song,
For I enjoy the maddening silence.
The music scares me more,
Because the lyrics are of love
I remember the evil day,
Where I abandoned my heart.
I forgot what it meant to live-
And now I’m afraid to abandon my death
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Poem 15 -
I long to be more,
Than this wretched life allows-
This pain I feel every day-
This hate I feel inside
I cry everyday because of this pain,
This pain you gave me,
This pain I submit myself to
This evil pain that is my cage!
I am angry at the world,
For being less than it ought!
It is so pathetically miniscule-
So insignificant in its dreams.
So let me waste away,
For I don’t desire to live
In such a world as this.
Just let me die inside
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Poem 16 -
Year 13- The day I met him
He was cute, funny - kind.
He made me laugh,
He had such an incredible mind.
He was a bit older,
But only by 3 years.
My parents said no,
But I ignored their irrational fears
Year 14 - dating for one year.
Almost once every week we’d go out,
He started acting suspicious,
But I he said I had no reason to doubt
I took him at his word, let it go.
We continued on like normal
Until a girl came up to me,
Saying she found out about him and I
I was heartbroken, shattered.
I was furious at what he had done.
But there he stood remorseful,
With roses and flowery words
With tears in my eyes,
I walked up and forgave him.
He said he was sorry,
So I just let it go and be.
Year 15 - I got too close.
We started having sex too soon.
It just happened to us,
But we both chose.
I told him we needed to stop,
And that’s where it all went to hell.
He became enraged, furious-
Said we were done if we stopped.
I thought I loved him,
But I couldn’t do it anymore.
He then started screaming,
Calling me useless trash
He thrust me against the wall,
And forced me to do what I declined.
I tried to scream for help,
But there was no one to hear.
He ran away, as I balled up in tears.
I sat there for hours in torment.
Finally, I picked myself up,
Dusted off and went home.
I hid my bruises well,
For I was scared to tell my parents.
What would they think,
If they really knew their little girl?
I couldn’t keep the ruse up forever,
They eventually saw the scars.
But what happened next,
Was the most moving.
They held me.
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Poem 17 -
One Point Two One Million
All dead, but all with a name.
Or...at least they would have-
But their first day never came
Someone decided their time,
Their effort, their dreams
Were more important than another-
But that baby won’t have any, it seems
It was denied to exist-
To see the light of day.
And once the act is done,
What defense would you dare to say?
Every life is sacred,
From conception to death.
How dare we deny anything,
Its right to take a breath.
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Poem 18 -
I no longer close my eyes to dream.
For this world amazes me on its own-
The desolation, hate and anger,
All the people feeling alone.
The pain amazes me every day
The sorrow overwhelms my soul.
Such a magnitude of hurt
I could never console
In fact, I do close my eyes to dream,
For this world is no pleasant imagination.
This world is a nightmare to my mind,
And my dreams is my life’s only true vacation
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Poem 19 -
Glistening white on winter’s morn,
Awaiting the young kids to play.
No school work for them today!
White balls of fury fly,
Speeding from hand to face-
In this war there is no mercy, no grace.
A fort built three feet high,
To aid in the war being fought
Built to withstand such an onslaught
I peek my head out for a moment,
Only to find caught under fire-
Bam! I was hit - the times were dire
We went inside and the days passed.
The snow finally melted away.
But I will never forget my first snow day
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Poem 20 -
My parents said rain was Angelic tears-
A sign of sorrow from the sky.
That something heavenly had gone wrong,
That something holy had gone awry
Then I became older and wiser,
Realizing that this was not the case.
That it was only water from the sky,
And not from an angel’s face
But at night I revisit the old tale,
And dream that it were true.
I sometimes even wish to myself,
That the truth, I never knew
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Poem 21 -
One fifth of the way there,
With 80 poems to go!
Will I finish with success,
Or will I fail at my goal?
My weakness is distraction,
The cause, should I fail.
But please love me either way,
Lest I should ail.
Eighty more topics to write,
With my exhausting what I know.
Redundancy will be present,
But hopefully it will not show
The next topic is on divorce,
So I hope I do it justice
Good bye til thirty-one
In which to you I will further address
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Poem 22 -
Four years ago we were in love,
As we stood together in a church.
But since then I can’t feel the passion,
I no longer feel the romance
It isn’t that I hate you, I don’t.
I love you as much as I did that day.
But that is the problem I have,
That I don’t love you more than that,
We should be more in love,
More delved into each other.
But it seems to be the opposite,
So I must leave you today.
I’m sorry, dearly beloved.
I truly did mean my vow.
Death did bid us to part-
It was the death of passion
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Poem 23 -
Slowly crawling out of bed,
I stumble onto the ground.
Don’t say hello, don’t even speak-
No one even make a sound.
I just woke up from my slumber
I am tired, I am hungry-
And no one will bother me,
Not until I get my coffee!
Say good morning at your own peril,
For I am only halfway down the cup.
Once my eyes are finally open wide,
Then I have had enough.
The stimulant of my morning,
The way I start each day-
I need my coffee, I must have it.
And it MUST be made MY way.
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Poem 24 -
I am a lover of pizza,
The pie with sauce and cheese.
A few toppings are nice-
Like pepperoni if you please.
Dominos for the crust,
Papa Johns if you like sauce,
But the best without compare-
Pizza Hut - never is there a loss
Not too thick of crust,
But CERTAINLY not thin.
Just right in the middle,
Cover it with cheese - a culinary win
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Poem 25 -
With a tortilla or hard shell,
Filled with pork, chicken or beef,
The wonder that is the taco-
Delicious beyond belief
Ranging from instant delivery,
Down to exquisite culinary art,
Tacos encompass the world,
With a close place in our heart
But be wary of Taco Bell my friends!
With their seductive tacos of hell.
The may taste wonderful in the moment,
Until you get the poops of Taco Bell.
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Poem 26 -
My mirror is the champion of abuse,
Seeing the horror I am each day.
I feel unworthy to see myself,
Not worthy of such a pure pain.
If only it would shatter before me,
So I wouldn’t have to look on.
But it manages to hold together,
And my hopes of relief foregone
Luckily I have another mirror-
One with a different message to tell.
It claims I am beautiful beyond compare
That I am a star, that I excel
The second speaks of who I am
Who I am at my very core.
And when I hear its precious song,
I no longer care about the first mirror
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Poem 27 -
I saw you yesterday. I saw you.
But what did I say?
Nothing. I remained quiet.
I saw them bully you yesterday.
But what did I do?
Nothing. I let the break you.
I saw you cry yesterday. For hours.
But what did I do?
Nothing. I let you cry it out.
I saw you writing in your notebook.
But what did I do?
Nothing. I let you write your note.
I heard the snap of the rope.
And what did I do?
Nothing. For nothing could be done.
I saw your parents today. I saw them.
And what did I say?
Nothing. I was too ashamed.
I saw your friends today.
And what did I say?
Nothing. I was too ashamed.
I started to cry today.
But what does that do?
Nothing. I was too apathetic to save you.
I started to write in my notebook.
And what did I write?
Nothing. Nothing but a note of my own.
I heard the snap of the rope.
And why was it me this time?
No reason. None but the guilt inside.
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Poem 28 -
The razor is my salvation,
My wrists bleeding out.
To feel the pain across my arms-
To know I’m back in control.
The mockery, the taunts…
I can no longer take the pain.
So I will make my pain take form,
With a knife as its focus.
I hate myself for being this weak,
But this knife is my only strength
I’m only ever told I’m worthless,
And trash deserves to burn.
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Poem 29 -
My hands are balled up into fists,
Ready to fight at moment’s call.
For I refuse to be insulted again-
I refuse to let my ego fall
I’ve watched countless others fall,
With insults you use like swords.
Cutting others down to the core,
With nothing else than your words.
How many names are on your list?
How many ropes have your words tied into knot?
How long will you keep up this war?
When will you realize you’re the one that lost?
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Poem 30 -
Put your hand to the plow,
And you will find your task complete.
Allow the hour to waste away,
And say hello to a wasted day.
Diligence is the friend of the worker,
Allowing him to finish on time
But laziness kills the task at hand
Until no time is left to stand
So put yourself to work!
Persevere in all you do.
Obey this small poem,
And you can succeed too
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Poem 31 -
Finally back on schedule,
With belting out the last six.
Ranging from Taco Bell to suicide,
Quite a dramatic switch in the mix!
I hope you enjoy these 4th wall breaks,
From the continuance rhythm and rhyme.
It must be maddening to read-
For it drives me crazy to write.
The next ten should be light hearted,
Unless I get bored or depressed.
But maybe there will be one about you,
If your popularity stands the test.
Next up is Richard, the Purple king.
Or maybe Mike if I choose him instead.
Must be careful in my choosing,
Or I may wind up dead! :O
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Poem 32 - Richard (Sorry Tooleypoo)
Draped in purple and glory,
Descending from the gods above.
A true delight to observe,
One with such an endless love.
He is king of the hobbits,
Furry feet and all,
But he is our fearless leader,
of both the large and the small
Higher than any other purple,
(Or Baudin, to be most precise),
He rules with love and compassion,
And is most certainly nice.
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Poem 33 - Baudin (don’t read this one Richard)
Dressed in a gold like the sun,
With flowing ropes of purple-
Baudin sits at his glorious throne,
Mercifully judging all the people
He sees your forum posts,
And raises you three of his own.
Be it Community Announcements or trolls,
He is much higher than this mere stone.
Oh Baudin, do not believe
The lies of thirty one.
He most assuredly made me write it,
Making me cry if it were not done
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Poem 34 -
I’m very tired at this moment.
Writing for six and a half hours.
My wrists are cramping,
And my head is hurting.
I’m running very low on topics,
And I don’t like writing about people.
But I must press on-
No sleep - that is for the feeble
I hope to be done by 6 AM,
If not, I very well may cry.
If not done in 24 hours,
I will surely die.
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Poem 35 -
I know of a Cheater-
Not in any ordinary game,
But a Cheater of Death
In the grand game of life
A peculiar little fellow,
With a mouth that never endsP)
Calling him a troll is under exaggerating,
But he is one of my friends.
This goes out to you CoD
Hopefully you read this with a smile,
I mainly did it for another poem,
But I hope it was worth your while
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Poem 36 -
I am taking a break to sleep,
For I am very tired after 7 hours.
I’ve realized I’ll be very content,
If I only reach fifty
I will continue to strive for 100,
But I honestly no longer care.
I’ll work on it tomorrow,
Or else I’ll be writing til I’m dead.
Good night, you faithful people,
I will see you in 6 hours.
Tata for now, see you soon
I’m too tired to care about this line
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Poem 37 -
My voice is my own,
My individual song.
And I don’t want you to hear,
For it is mine and mine alone
The song is off key,
Scratchy to my own ears
But I love it for it is mine,
And it the best it’ll ever be
So I will sing my song,
In the cover of shadows,
Behind closed doors
No matter if it is short or long
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Poem 38 -
Time is my greatest friend,
Allowing itself for my use.
From its start til end,
It contains all the joy to have.
Time is greatest enemy,
Bringing all of my sorrow
Coming close to breaking me,
Time contains all my pain
Time is the infinite neutrality,
Allowing both good and evil to occur-
All the love and pain I’ll see,
Is written in time’s scroll
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Poem 39 -
I love google’s anonymity,
Anonymous Mink or fox
I can see you watching me,
In that tiny pink box!
Ranging from lion to platypus,
From Dinosaur to a bee
A peculiar, amazing system,
What will you be? Watch and see!
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Poem 40 -
Lopadotemachoselachogaleokranioleipsanodrimhypotrimmatosilphioparaomelitokatakechymenokichlepikossyphophattoperisteralektryonoptekephalliokigklopeleiolagoiosiraiobaphetraganopterygon
The longest word I’ve seen,
Go ahead, try and say it,
And your day will soon be gone!
Lopadotemachoselachogaleokranioleipsanodrimhypotrimmatosilphioparaomelitokatakechymenokichlepikossyphophattoperisteralektryonoptekephalliokigklopeleiolagoiosiraiobaphetraganopterygon
I know not what it means
But I hardly even care,
For this word I will never act on
Lopadotemachoselachogaleokranioleipsanodrimhypotrimmatosilphioparaomelitokatakechymenokichlepikossyphophattoperisteralektryonoptekephalliokigklopeleiolagoiosiraiobaphetraganopterygon
A hellish word indeed
Made by the Devil himself,
Is surely a Satanic Spawn
Lopadotemachoselachogaleokranioleipsanodrimhypotrimmatosilphioparaomelitokatakechymenokichlepikossyphophattoperisteralektryonoptekephalliokigklopeleiolagoiosiraiobaphetraganopterygon
I hope you enjoyed this digression,
From the other thirty-nine
But now for forty one!
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Poem 41 -
This is much harder than it seems,
And I probably won’t be done-
The 24 hour challenge was too high,
For I am only at forty one.
I will make it to fifty,
For halfway is impressive
But I will push myself further,
Until no more words have I to give
If you have any topics,
Any topics in the least,
Give them here please,
For topics are the true beast
I’ve come a long way from Number one,
With fifty nine left to go,
But I must write on,
Or else my best, we will never know
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Poem 42 -
There was a girl on a bride,
Throwing rocks off the edge,
Awaiting her father to return,
Of his year long adventure
She would watch boats pass by
Hoping her father would be there,
But he never came on day one,
So she went home to rest
She set out the next day,
And all appeared the same.
Days became weeks,
Without seeing her father’s face.
She was desperate to see him,
Six weeks out, overdue
Thats when a knock came to the door,
And she prayed it was him.
She walked up to the man,
Dressed in Military’s best.
He stood there solemn and pained,
And she collapsed to the ground.
He said her father fought bravely,
Was a true hero of war,
A fighter in his heart
But he did not make it home
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Poem 43 -
A boy was sitting on the ground,
Face planted into his hands,
Until a man came up to him,
Asking what had him so down.
The boy said he had no friends,
That his life seems so bland.
He longed to feel joy again,
An emotion that had long since reached its end
The man knelt down to the boy,
And said that all would be ok.
He told him friends would come,
Friends that not even time could destroy
The boy stood up, wiping the tears,
He replied with, “Thank you Mister,
I really believe you, I do”
And that was the last of the boy’s fears
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Poem 44 -
Up to the hospital they went,
Not for their fear of death,
But for their hope of life-
That their child will take his first breath.
Rushed into the room,
The delivery went off without harm.
A precious little creature,
With his little hands and little arms
The doctors said they needed to examine,
And so they took him away.
He asked how long it would be,
And they said the rest of the day/
Four hours after he was taken,
The doctor came back in.
His eyes were read, stifling tears,
And said the child’s life came to an end.
The wife grabbed her husband,
Screaming into his side.
Begging for it to be a lie,
Asking why he had died
There was no answer to give,
For not even the doctors knew.
The child’s heart just stopped beating,
With nothing the doctors could do
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Poem 45 -
Lies are a shadowy creature,
With reflective scales along its chest.
Scaring away the most noble,
Whilst befriending the basest pest
It’s claws are long and sharp,
Shredding the strongest of loves,
Whilst guarding itself with friends.
Nearly impossible to be rid of
There is only one being to defeat it-
The creator of this wretched Lie
He must use the truth as his weapon,
Or else the Lie will never die
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Poem 46 -
I see the light in a tunnel,
It can’t be too far away.
I hope that I should reach it,
By the end of this day.
If I do not make it,
Then I fear I have lost.
But no matter, I will do it,
Whatever the time it may cost
The light seems small now,
But it grows the closer I become.
And surely when I arrive,
It will be as grand as the sun.
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Poem 47 -
Gather ‘round the table kids,
And prepare to say grace.
For in this Thanksgiving me,
We surely must save face
I know we are not religious,
Nor do we usually pray to God,
But gather ‘round and pray,
For no prayer on Christmas is flawed
Gather ‘round and pray young children,
For surely we must on Easter day.
Such a rare, formal occasion,
So we must surely pray
Come sit down and pray, congregation,
Pray for the “praying” man that died.
Surely he rests in heaven,
Because he prayed three times a year
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Poem 48 -
The city stands before me,
Glistening like a sun.
Awaiting my arrival,
When my life is finally done
I may not have the best record,
But mayor said he’d let me in.
He claims to have such authority
For he says he died and rose again.
All the people their confirm this,
And the streets of gold don’t lie,
But it just seems to be too odd,
For one once dead to be alive
But surely I will die before I reach Him,
And it seems that is always the case.
They say I will be born again-
Clothed in the Mayor’s love and grace
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Poem 49 -
Time is of the essence,
For 100 years is not long.
What will you do today,
To sing your life’s song?
Will it be loud and impactful,
Moving the world of tomorrow,
Or will it be sad and hurtful
Only bringing pain and sorrow?
I am still writing my life’s song,
And can change its tune at will.
You can do the same,
If you act and not be still
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Poem 50 -
Tomorrow is life’s greatest mystery,
For none know what it will hold.
Will it bring life and restitution?
Or will pain be what it beholds?
I know not what tomorrow may bring,
But I do know of today!
And what I do in this very moment,
Will make tomorrow take different shape.
So today I live and breathe,
Moving those I see each day.
Loving all I speak to and with,
Taking care in what I say.
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Poem 51 -
We are halfway there,
And I am content to let it be.
But I will press further on,
For I wish to see victory
Life is most distracting,
Delaying me from my cause,
But I shall press on with vigor,
And take no great pause
Onward to fifty two,
Which I hope comes with ease.
So long until sixty one,
Where I will say hello again if you please.
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Poem 52 -
It is good to feel pain.
It shows your heart still feels.
But you must not let it consume you,
Lest the pain become too real.
Take the pain in stride,
Allow yourself time for grief.
If you deny yourself this right,
There will be no relief.
Time is the grand healer,
And will take away your sorrow
So long as you wait for it’s hand,
Time will heal you and make you grow.
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Poem 53 -
My heart has no key,
For the door is open wide.
Come in and stay awhile,
In it you may freely abide.
Length is of no concern,
I care not how long you stay.
I only pray to keep it clean,
For it is my heart at the end of the day
Should you become angered,
Tearing my precious space apart,
I will force you to leave me,
Never again to be in my heart.
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Poem 54 -
People always wonder,
How people waste their time.
Such a precious commodity,
To give away so freely.
It is a precious gift to hold,
The time which you have.
And in your last moment,
You will wish they were better spent.
So use your time with wisdom,
Never let a second go to waste.
Your time defines all you are,
So do not let it your appearance mar
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Poem 55 -
Why do we yawn?
Is it cause we are sleepy,
To tired to carry on?
Maybe it’s a sign,
That we should go to bed,
But not to only one is it confined
Like a virus it goes,
Tainting the most resilient,
But why? No one knows.
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Poem 56 -
A pen is a funny thing,
Ink confined to a chamber.
Funneled down to a tip,
To make marks on a paper.
“Mightier than the sword”,
Or so they claim and say,
For words have lasting power,
Where wounds will go away
Or perhaps because the pen is quiet,
An unsuspecting weapon to be.
And when they least expect it,
You stab them to gain victory.
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Poem 57 -
A soft little whisper,
Coming from the hall.
Go out, take a peek,
Is your interested truly not piqued?
Does it grow in sound,
Louder the closer you become?
Or is it still to faint to hear,
Still giving cause to your fear?
And now you stand at the core,
Where the sound is at it’s core.
But then in a moment,
You can hear it no more.
Up comes a man behind you,
With knife clasped in hand.
Undoubtedly the whisper’s source,
With this whole act being planned
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Poem 58 -
Use your words for life,
Uplifting those who hear.
Let your voice grant comfort,
Casting out every fear.
Let them see love by your words,
Finding life in each phrase.
For you should bring joy to their hearts,
Giving peace each and every day
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Poem 59 -
If you love those around you,
Surely you will do them no wrong.
But, rather, take care in what you do.
For love wishes no harm to another,
So love every person you see
Desiring the betterment of each other.
But hate causes envy in the mind,
So make heart for hate to stay
Impossible to find
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Poem 60 -
My heart is broken,
My soul is crushed.
From life’s beatings,
My blood did rush.
No one stood by me,
No one even cared.
They simply stood by,
And watched and stared.
I waste away,
Under these scars.
Longing for someone,
To mend my broken heart
But there’s no voice,
No not even one.
And so I cry in this silence,
Till my time is finally done
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Poem 61 -
Forty more to go,
And I am pressing forth in strength.
The only issue I now face,
Is that of not enough length.
I am writing fast enough to make it,
And I believe I really will,
But I cannot delay for a second,
I must not let my pen be still
Next up I focus on emotions,
I hope that that will last.
Hopefully they are unique,
From the poems of my past
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Poem 62 -
Until the day I see your face,
I surely cannot wait,
Eager beyond compare,
To go on our first date.
So long I have loved you,
Only to fear us to meet.
What if you think me odd
What if I see defeat?
But I faced my fears,
And was rewarded with tonight.
I hope to do myself justice,
Despite my intense fright.
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Poem 63 -
The day is cloudy and sad,
Depressing those who look outside.
So bland and depressing,
As if all light has died
The rain falls down furiously,
Beating on my home.
And I listen to its dreary song,
While I lie here all alone.
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Poem 64 -
Go away from me,
You annoying pest.
Never quiet always stirring,
Not allowing me to rest.
Your voice is on repeat,
Always with something to say.
Please, will you just this once,
Leave me and stay away?
I’ve tried to be kind,
Tried to be polite.
But if you wish to live,
Please, shut your trap tonight.
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Poem 65 -
They say I am the best,
But I doubt they are true.
How could I ever be fit,
To be deserving of you?
I know we are dating,
I know you love be too,
But I still think I fall short,
Not worthy of someone like you.
You are precious to behold,
Kind, funny and smart.
But I fear you will feel cheated,
If I offered you MY heart.
I cannot let you do this,
Let you aim below your mark.
I hope you find someone deserving,
But I deem myself too stark
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Poem 66 -
I see all my potential,
The room to become great.
But I think I will stay here,
For this life is comfortable.
Advancing would be nice,
Where I could be so much more.
But that would require effort,
Which is too costly of a price
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Poem 67 -
How can you say good bye?
How can you simply leave?
I love you with all I am.
This is something I can hardly believe.
I gave you my everything,
My heart, my love, my all.
But apparently it is not enough,
My life was an offering too small
Then it is fine with me,
Go, escape while you can.
If you cannot love me for me,
I will find a better man.
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Poem 68 -
Rise from your past,
Breathe in once again.
You were dead for too long,
With life being a quiet song.
There are those that still love you,
Those you left behind to die,
They await for your return,
Though you wished them all to burn.
Step back into the light, my friend,
Take the first step back to life.
For all is already forgiven-
This is it - this is Heaven.
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Poem 69 -
Why am I still here,
Living in this place?
Why must I exist,
In what is the human race?
I did not ask to be alive,
So stop demanding me to live.
I only feel pain and sorrow,
Having no more love to give.
If I did not ask to live,
How may I ask to die?
Or is it something done in silence,
Under secrecy and lies?
Then I will not ask for permission,
But will steal away the knife.
And in the night I will destroy,
The unoptional right to life.
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Poem 70 -
Place your hand in mine,
Never let me go.
Just stay here with me,
And discover what we could be
Run your fingers across my own,
Feeling my palm on yours
And wish us to never depart.
Opening to each other our heart
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Poem 71 -
The task is almost done,
With this marking seventy-one.
Still strong as the last ten,
With 30 more til the end.
This task is evil to accomplish,
My one and only wish
That I had never undergone this pain,
But now here, I must remain.
Only four hours left to go,
But now I surely know,
I can finish this task today,
If I let my attention pay.
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Poem 72 -
The door is sealed shut,
No escape for us now.
All we can do it wait,
And pray the we will be found.
We waited too long,
Now the timer has run out.
The air supply is going down,
So pray that we will be found.
We’ve been here four hours,
With three dead even now.
I am barely holding on,
I need to be found!
My eyes are slipping shut,
As I collapse to the ground.
Then I hear a knock,
We may have been found.
They open the door from outside,
As I take in my last breath.
We were found, but it was too late-
And it cost us all our death.
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Poem 73 -
Shhhhh, I cannot tell you-
The secret I promised to keep.
Please stop asking to know,
For I will never say a peep.
It isn’t that bad of a thing,
But I am disallowed to tell,
If I were to speak of it,
I would be in certain hell
But...you are right.
Who would it harm?
And if you knew,
Surely that would bring no alarm.
Promise to keep it secret,
From the most inquisitive soul
And here, I shall speak it,
Only us three will ever know.
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Poem 74 -
A friend came up to me,
With a mirror laced in gold.
He told me it is magic,
Showing when we were not so old.
I jumped at the opportunity,
Joyful to see how far I came,
But when I saw the reflection,
I couldn’t tell you his name.
He looked so saddened,
When he looked back at me.
So disappointed in who I was-
In what he would one day be.
I ran from the mirror,
For his face I could not bear
If only I could forget that face,
Forget how bad I have fared
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Poem 75 -
Lemons are yellow,
So are all ripe banana’s
Haikus are so dumb
(I’m sorry, felt I had to have a haiku)
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Poem 76-
There was a lad named Pebble,
Who often got into trouble,
He would write all day,
And never get any play,
So now his poems are like rubble
(And Limericks...need those)
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Poem 77-
What beauty it is to create,
To form anew from old-
Making something beautiful again,
Or something that has never been.
Like a god over the matter,
In which you made new life.
A king over your own creation-
Such power and glory within.
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Poem 78 -
I am going to bed,
Do not wake me til five.
Should you disturb me,
Pray I leave you alive.
I am tired beyond all,
With eyes falling shut.
So if you wake me before five,
I will kick your sorry butt
There will be a large sign,
Hanging across my door.
“Do NOT Disturb”, it reads,
Wake me at five - not before.
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Poem 79 -
I must have you now,
Not tomorrow but today.
If I don’t I may go mad,
Nothing can keep me at bay.
My diamond, my jewel,
You, my grandest prize.
You say I can’t have you,
But those are foul lies.
I will haunt your doorstep,
Waiting till you are mine.
I care not how far you run,
I will cross any line
(The topic is “Creepiness”...don’t judge me)
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Poem 80 -
YouTube how you trouble me,
With ad upon ad galore.
They are not enticing, only annoying,
Please do not show them anymore
The ads on the side are fine,
But on the screen is sad.
I only click the ‘x’ and move on,
But they still make me mad.
The WORST are the videos,
Where I am forced to look on.
The terror is when they cannot be skipped,
And my entire day seems already gone.
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Poem 81 -
Twenty more in my quiver,
With three hours to spare.
Should I be late by a minute,
I will cry “How Unfair!”
A race against time,
A war against words and my mind.
But the pen is my mastered weapon,
No better one could I find.
No one watches me write this now,
All seem to have left me here.
But I will continue to write more,
Writing 82 without fear.
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Poem 82 -
My journey is almost over,
The trail known as time.
The trek so far is peaceful,
Like a soft, precious rhyme
There were hills, of course,
With struggles at each end,
But I made it through safely,
Thanks to my closest friends
I thought the end would be a cliff,
When my time would be done.
But rather there is a new trail,
This one walked, not run.
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Poem 83 -
How precious is it to a child,
To have a favorite toy.
Something to soothe his soul,
Never failing to fill it with joy.
Toy soldiers or supermen,
A firetruck or cars-
It matters not what it is,
If it serves to warm his heart.
We abandon this joy as we age,
Thinking them useless and old.
Yet we press on in our misery,
Until our life comes to a fold.
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Poem 84 -
Start with the corners,
Then build the edge’s wall.
Give each piece it’s proper spot,
Never removing a proper install
Some are expansive,
With thousands of tiny parts,
Whereas some are minor and quick,
With the former by fits and starts.
But all are done the same,
With perimeter the first start.
yet no matter how big or small,
A puzzle is a true work of art.
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Poem 85 -
Countless times I want to quit,
To give up the task at hand.
Sometimes I am simply lazy,
Or the task I cannot stand
People tell me it is wrong,
For me to leave before I’m done.
But I hate being forced to act,
Especially when it is not fun.
I suppose they are correct,
Though I hate to admit.
If I gave it more time and effort,
I would certainly finish it.
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Poem 86 -
You doubt my capabilities,
You, who dares to question my skill?
I can take any challenge you propose,
Proving you wrong on my own will.
Challenge me, ignorant fool,
That I may show you what I can do.
Perhaps if I complete your designated task,
I can change your mind too.
What would you have me do,
He who challenges me now?
Just tell me when to start,
And when I’m done I’ll take a bow.
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Poem 87 -
Show me where to go,
I can do it, I am brave.
I will conquer any enemy,
And the people I will save.
I am the hero they need,
So I rise to their aid.
I fight for their safety,
And have no need to be paid.
Simply call upon my name,
I will run into the fire.
I will fight till the very end,
Even if it becomes dire.
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Poem 88 -
They’ve known each other for years,
Dating for almost three,
Now desperately wanting to marry.
One is aged nineteen,
And she a year younger than he,
But at the time, they cannot afford to marry.
He tells her not to fret,
Not to worry her loving heart,
For in court will their marriage start.
She is hesitant at first-
Forsaking her dreams of a white dressed bride,
But she finds it enough to be by his side.
The two go to the courthouse,
And both say their “I do’s”
Now married, they are enthused.
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Poem 89 -
I was left here all alone,
On the porch of your home.
Won’t you let me in?
Or will you leave me on my own?
I long to feel your touch again,
I promise I’ll be good.
To obey your every command.
Just please, let me in!
The cold bites at my feet,
The pain is too much to bear.
I fear that if this exile remains,
My death I may today meet.
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Poem 90 -
These keys are mashed together,
I can hardly spell these words.
My hands are growing clumsier,
And I can’t help myself anymore
This pain is all too real,
My knuckles are clasping shut.
The emotions that I now feel,
I cannot express in poetic form
I have ten more poems to write,
But the topics are beat to hell.
I certainly will finish tonight,
But I shan't write another for a while
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Poem 91 -
I once felt you close,
Feeling every beat of your heart.
I loved you more than myself-
With you I was engrossed.
We spoke together daily,
Making each other laugh,
Years I’ve heard your voice-
It is you I miss most dearly.
I don’t even know why you’ve gone-
Why you left me here alone.
If I angered you, I’m sorry,
But I did nothing wrong
Please come back to me,
For I love you more than life.
If only you’ll return,
Then I may once again be happy.
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Poem 92 -
I can feel it watching me,
Under its cloak of night.
I feel it walk behind me,
Hiding from the light
It terrifies my very sould
Makes me short of breath,
I know something’s out to get me-
I know it desires my death
I cannot outrun this creature,
For it is of my mind.
Were I to run faster,
I would be just as easy to find.
I must face this foul creature,
Head on, if no other way,
But I command my own being,
I will conquer this fear today.
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Poem 93 -
How expansive is the ocean,
Stretching across the world-
So elegant and graceful,
To describe it? How to even begin?
But everything has its opposite,
And the ocean is not exempt,
For it its depths there are dangers,
Leaving the bravest of hearts decrepit
The mysteries go on for years,
Stories told throughout the ages,
Both interesting and terrifying,
Instilling joy and fears
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Poem 94 -
I love watching people argue,
To see the event unfold.
Observing the individual’s approach,
Listening to their points be told.
Some raise their voice,
To overpower their opposition,
Some back down in silence,
With them losing the competition.
Others rely on slander,
Defacing their opponents name.
A sad, unwitting position,
That serves to ruin the debater’s game
Then you have the debater,
Ruling with logic and style-
Majestically disproving his opponent,
Making him look stupid all the while
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Poem 95 -
Life is about opportunity,
And those brave enough to seize it.
For time will press on without you,
If no action is commit
Apathy is your warden
Your jail - your apprehension
You think yourself trapped
Yet the cell door is open,
All it takes is your action,
For you to rise up off the floor.
Take life as it is given,
Before time shuts the prison door.
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Poem 96 -
I am not above you,
But you are no higher than me.
We are one and the same,
And should live in equality.
But some would divide us,
Forging hate between friends,
They see what they wish,
Through their corrupted lens.
But I see you as you are,
On par with the rest-
You are my equal, my friend,
And I refuse to let you be oppressed.
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Poem 97 -
Words are the blood of the world,
Giving meaning to a voice.
They can build nations together,
Make someone cry or rejoice
Words are like any other skill,
With a learning curve to master.
Some have a natural talent,
A true gift if discovered
There are those that use words to destroy,
To berate those they see,
Yet some use this gift for good,
Employing it to aid society
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Poem 98 -
Poems are an interesting piece,
Often a pain to write,
Especially 100 in one days time.
Maddening, yet such a delight.
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Poem 99 -
After this I have one more,
One poem to my success.
This task is my greatest test,
And I will give the last my very best.
I know some have come short,
Not good as I may have desired,
But 100 poems in twenty-four hours,
Shows definite poetic powers
This one marks ninety-nine
In my list of poetic pains,
But as it nears the finale,
I grow increasingly happy.
Now to write the last on my list,
Number One hundred and done.
Then my task shall be complete,
And I will emerge victorious in my feat.
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Poem 100 -
Tell me that you love me,
I need to hear that precious sound.
If not such a phrase, than something-
Something to tell me you’re still around
I couldn’t bear to see you leave,
So please don’t abandon me here.
Because I love you most dearly,
I only need to know you’re near
And I can’t seem to pick up the pieces,
I cant seem to feel through this fragile heart
Every second I awake,
I see myself falling evermore apart
I’m terrified that one day
I won’t piece back together
That I will one day
Stay broken forever
Never to feel the life of love
Or the lasting kiss of hope again-
But condemned to sorrowful solitude
Until my life comes to an end.
But to feel this eternal pain,
To see this pain filled heart each day
It hurts to love you this much.
Please, I am begging you to stay.
I see the blood of my enemy’s,
Scattered across the ground.
An overwhelming joy comes over me,
Yet a terrifying reality
It is a rarity to experience,
This mixture of joy and remorse.
They would kill me the same,
But now I’ll never know their name.
A face tattered red and black,
By both bruises and blood.
They lie on the ground-
Their bodies awaiting to be found.
Why did I raise up against them?
Against he which I had no quarrel?
Was this forgotten ideal worth this strife?
Was this worth another man’s life?
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Poem 2 -
I like to see children run and play-
To see them breathing fresh air.
A gift long since forgotten,
A pleasure long since forsaken
For now Inside consumes them,
Ne’er to step out and see the light.
Almost like a fear they created,
Causing all activity to be vacated
They listen to archaic songs,
Singing of a life of the past.
Whilst they lazily stare outside,
Thinking they have such a boring life
Adventures await you young children,
For they are already in your mind.
All it requires is your action!
Outside - Life’s eternal attraction.
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Poem 3-
A poem is a funny thing to write,
Something unique to itself.
With rhyme coupled with meter,
Can be serious or something light.
A story set in rhythmic motion,
To sing to the heart’s voice.
Reminding the reader of old dreams,
Whilst comforting with new emotion
A poem is pain formed into letters,
Love moving through words
It is the soul of a forgotten passion
The life force of all the dreamers
I dream of being a poet-
Dream of making others feel.
Wouldn’t it be funny though,
If I was one and didn’t know it?
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Poem 4 -
Success is an eluding ideal,
Something only halfway achieved-
For never is this life complete-
And further advancements can be conceived
Success implies an ending,
Where there is not always one to obtain-
A victory is not won in a day,
Nor true success in one life be contained
Success is a story to be told,
Throughout the ages of all time.
One shared between each human,
Much greater than this small rhyme
Success is never fully seen,
Yet already exists in our dreams-
Never cease your aim for it,
For it may be closer than it seems
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Poem 5 -
I want to feel you again,
But you’ve abandoned my heart.
I knew this would happen,
From the very start
You were perfection,
I am grotesque
Never did it matter
That I gave you my very best
I was your emotional dumpster-
A can for your hateful soul.
But I was lustful for love
So I did my best to console
I listened to your rampage,
Yet you refused to hear me,
You let me waste away in pain
Even in my most desperate plea
So I choose to abandon you,
In person rather than in spirit-
Do not come back for affection
For I have no will to give it
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Poem 6 -
I am who I am,
And am I I wish to be-
Why should I conform,
When my joy is individuality?
I may not be strong,
Coordinated, either-
But I couldn’t ask for more
And I desire neither.
I am a writer,
Which grants myself joy-
I feel a joy in my heart,
That physicality could not employ
Be silent, all who judge-
For I am content to be without-
Your conformity cannot control me,
For my strengths remove my doubt
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Poem 7 -
You are my deformer,
You- my greatest vice.
I tried to love you,
But I can’t pay your price.
You asked for my death-
The denial of my dreams.
I cannot sacrifice myself,
So I deny you instead, it seems
You are a seductress,
With a dagger behind your back.
You steal each life you touch,
Taking in the love that you lack.
But one day no one will come-
For a mark will be placed on your heart-
You will try to find love,
Until your last breath departs
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Poem 8 -
You were in bondage for years,
From birth it so seems -
Captured by your mind’s doubts,
In a cage of your own fears.
You watched aspiration die,
Hope turn away and leave.
Loved ones abandon you,
And all you could do was cry.
But this pain changed you,
Forged you to be greater.
Than you thought could be-
Made you someone with nothing to lose.
You are free, old slave-
Your chains lie broken,
Shattered on the ground.
You are freed from your cage
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Poem 9 -
Oh how I love little cats,
With their soft fur and paws.
So playful and energetic,
Never loving without cause
They prance across the room,
Dart up and down the halls,
Yet are so easily amused,
With the smallest of yarn balls
A judgemental little creature,
With eyes of love or death.
Beware should you wake them,
If you value your own breath
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Poem 10 -
Where has everyone run to,
Leaving me alone here to dwell?
The world never seemed this cold,
Until I told it to burn in hell
Why am I so bitter,
So hateful toward the world?
Was it really so hurtful,
That my life should be so unfurled?
I once felt a unceasing love,
That I cherished in my heart
I felt it’s peace over me,
But when did that depart?
I must learn to forgive,
Must learn to love this life-
For what joy does it bring,
If I keep it at bay by knife?
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Poem 11 - This one’s sad...
One tenth of the way to my goal,
Of 100 poems or more-
Such a hectic, frantic time,
What a horrendous chore!
What do you think thus far?
Not my best, yes I admit -
But I still have 90 more to go,
Lets see what I can give it!
I hope this is entertaining,
Impressive to say the least.
This is a very daunting task-
A rather large, intimidating beast
I’m running out of topics,
Which is what I feared the most
Partly why I am writing this one,
Which is something not to boast
But onward to poem 12 I go,
For I must hurry and write-
My only wish for me now,
Is that I get some sleep tonight
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Poem 12 -
My mind is my greatest friend,
With me from the very start.
So capable of amazement,
Interesting and funny until the end
I can create stories never heard,
Tales of a land far, far away
Or of a time long long ago
Forging a life through thought and words
I make myself giggle,
Telling jokes of my creation-
They may only humor me,
But that’s all I aimed to make chuckle
They call me an introvert,
But I resent such a name.
I simply found the part of me I enjoy,
And from there, my time I divert
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Poem 13 -
Listen to those around you-
Especially those of age.
They have the teachings of time,
Life’s greatest professor
They grant you wisdom,
From their time worn mind
Instilling in you which took years,
In a fraction of the time
But these sources are so often silenced,
By the youth’s defiance to learn-
Determined to find their own way,
Even if they rewalk the same path
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Poem 14 -
I have no tears to cry,
They have already fled my eyes.
So I sit is a desert of pain,
Waiting for my life to repair
I don’t wish to go on,
To leave this sulk I’m in.
It may hurt me daily,
But at least it is familiar.
I don’t want to hear life’s song,
For I enjoy the maddening silence.
The music scares me more,
Because the lyrics are of love
I remember the evil day,
Where I abandoned my heart.
I forgot what it meant to live-
And now I’m afraid to abandon my death
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Poem 15 -
I long to be more,
Than this wretched life allows-
This pain I feel every day-
This hate I feel inside
I cry everyday because of this pain,
This pain you gave me,
This pain I submit myself to
This evil pain that is my cage!
I am angry at the world,
For being less than it ought!
It is so pathetically miniscule-
So insignificant in its dreams.
So let me waste away,
For I don’t desire to live
In such a world as this.
Just let me die inside
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Poem 16 -
Year 13- The day I met him
He was cute, funny - kind.
He made me laugh,
He had such an incredible mind.
He was a bit older,
But only by 3 years.
My parents said no,
But I ignored their irrational fears
Year 14 - dating for one year.
Almost once every week we’d go out,
He started acting suspicious,
But I he said I had no reason to doubt
I took him at his word, let it go.
We continued on like normal
Until a girl came up to me,
Saying she found out about him and I
I was heartbroken, shattered.
I was furious at what he had done.
But there he stood remorseful,
With roses and flowery words
With tears in my eyes,
I walked up and forgave him.
He said he was sorry,
So I just let it go and be.
Year 15 - I got too close.
We started having sex too soon.
It just happened to us,
But we both chose.
I told him we needed to stop,
And that’s where it all went to hell.
He became enraged, furious-
Said we were done if we stopped.
I thought I loved him,
But I couldn’t do it anymore.
He then started screaming,
Calling me useless trash
He thrust me against the wall,
And forced me to do what I declined.
I tried to scream for help,
But there was no one to hear.
He ran away, as I balled up in tears.
I sat there for hours in torment.
Finally, I picked myself up,
Dusted off and went home.
I hid my bruises well,
For I was scared to tell my parents.
What would they think,
If they really knew their little girl?
I couldn’t keep the ruse up forever,
They eventually saw the scars.
But what happened next,
Was the most moving.
They held me.
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Poem 17 -
One Point Two One Million
All dead, but all with a name.
Or...at least they would have-
But their first day never came
Someone decided their time,
Their effort, their dreams
Were more important than another-
But that baby won’t have any, it seems
It was denied to exist-
To see the light of day.
And once the act is done,
What defense would you dare to say?
Every life is sacred,
From conception to death.
How dare we deny anything,
Its right to take a breath.
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Poem 18 -
I no longer close my eyes to dream.
For this world amazes me on its own-
The desolation, hate and anger,
All the people feeling alone.
The pain amazes me every day
The sorrow overwhelms my soul.
Such a magnitude of hurt
I could never console
In fact, I do close my eyes to dream,
For this world is no pleasant imagination.
This world is a nightmare to my mind,
And my dreams is my life’s only true vacation
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Poem 19 -
Glistening white on winter’s morn,
Awaiting the young kids to play.
No school work for them today!
White balls of fury fly,
Speeding from hand to face-
In this war there is no mercy, no grace.
A fort built three feet high,
To aid in the war being fought
Built to withstand such an onslaught
I peek my head out for a moment,
Only to find caught under fire-
Bam! I was hit - the times were dire
We went inside and the days passed.
The snow finally melted away.
But I will never forget my first snow day
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Poem 20 -
My parents said rain was Angelic tears-
A sign of sorrow from the sky.
That something heavenly had gone wrong,
That something holy had gone awry
Then I became older and wiser,
Realizing that this was not the case.
That it was only water from the sky,
And not from an angel’s face
But at night I revisit the old tale,
And dream that it were true.
I sometimes even wish to myself,
That the truth, I never knew
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Poem 21 -
One fifth of the way there,
With 80 poems to go!
Will I finish with success,
Or will I fail at my goal?
My weakness is distraction,
The cause, should I fail.
But please love me either way,
Lest I should ail.
Eighty more topics to write,
With my exhausting what I know.
Redundancy will be present,
But hopefully it will not show
The next topic is on divorce,
So I hope I do it justice
Good bye til thirty-one
In which to you I will further address
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Poem 22 -
Four years ago we were in love,
As we stood together in a church.
But since then I can’t feel the passion,
I no longer feel the romance
It isn’t that I hate you, I don’t.
I love you as much as I did that day.
But that is the problem I have,
That I don’t love you more than that,
We should be more in love,
More delved into each other.
But it seems to be the opposite,
So I must leave you today.
I’m sorry, dearly beloved.
I truly did mean my vow.
Death did bid us to part-
It was the death of passion
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Poem 23 -
Slowly crawling out of bed,
I stumble onto the ground.
Don’t say hello, don’t even speak-
No one even make a sound.
I just woke up from my slumber
I am tired, I am hungry-
And no one will bother me,
Not until I get my coffee!
Say good morning at your own peril,
For I am only halfway down the cup.
Once my eyes are finally open wide,
Then I have had enough.
The stimulant of my morning,
The way I start each day-
I need my coffee, I must have it.
And it MUST be made MY way.
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Poem 24 -
I am a lover of pizza,
The pie with sauce and cheese.
A few toppings are nice-
Like pepperoni if you please.
Dominos for the crust,
Papa Johns if you like sauce,
But the best without compare-
Pizza Hut - never is there a loss
Not too thick of crust,
But CERTAINLY not thin.
Just right in the middle,
Cover it with cheese - a culinary win
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Poem 25 -
With a tortilla or hard shell,
Filled with pork, chicken or beef,
The wonder that is the taco-
Delicious beyond belief
Ranging from instant delivery,
Down to exquisite culinary art,
Tacos encompass the world,
With a close place in our heart
But be wary of Taco Bell my friends!
With their seductive tacos of hell.
The may taste wonderful in the moment,
Until you get the poops of Taco Bell.
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Poem 26 -
My mirror is the champion of abuse,
Seeing the horror I am each day.
I feel unworthy to see myself,
Not worthy of such a pure pain.
If only it would shatter before me,
So I wouldn’t have to look on.
But it manages to hold together,
And my hopes of relief foregone
Luckily I have another mirror-
One with a different message to tell.
It claims I am beautiful beyond compare
That I am a star, that I excel
The second speaks of who I am
Who I am at my very core.
And when I hear its precious song,
I no longer care about the first mirror
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Poem 27 -
I saw you yesterday. I saw you.
But what did I say?
Nothing. I remained quiet.
I saw them bully you yesterday.
But what did I do?
Nothing. I let the break you.
I saw you cry yesterday. For hours.
But what did I do?
Nothing. I let you cry it out.
I saw you writing in your notebook.
But what did I do?
Nothing. I let you write your note.
I heard the snap of the rope.
And what did I do?
Nothing. For nothing could be done.
I saw your parents today. I saw them.
And what did I say?
Nothing. I was too ashamed.
I saw your friends today.
And what did I say?
Nothing. I was too ashamed.
I started to cry today.
But what does that do?
Nothing. I was too apathetic to save you.
I started to write in my notebook.
And what did I write?
Nothing. Nothing but a note of my own.
I heard the snap of the rope.
And why was it me this time?
No reason. None but the guilt inside.
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Poem 28 -
The razor is my salvation,
My wrists bleeding out.
To feel the pain across my arms-
To know I’m back in control.
The mockery, the taunts…
I can no longer take the pain.
So I will make my pain take form,
With a knife as its focus.
I hate myself for being this weak,
But this knife is my only strength
I’m only ever told I’m worthless,
And trash deserves to burn.
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Poem 29 -
My hands are balled up into fists,
Ready to fight at moment’s call.
For I refuse to be insulted again-
I refuse to let my ego fall
I’ve watched countless others fall,
With insults you use like swords.
Cutting others down to the core,
With nothing else than your words.
How many names are on your list?
How many ropes have your words tied into knot?
How long will you keep up this war?
When will you realize you’re the one that lost?
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Poem 30 -
Put your hand to the plow,
And you will find your task complete.
Allow the hour to waste away,
And say hello to a wasted day.
Diligence is the friend of the worker,
Allowing him to finish on time
But laziness kills the task at hand
Until no time is left to stand
So put yourself to work!
Persevere in all you do.
Obey this small poem,
And you can succeed too
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Poem 31 -
Finally back on schedule,
With belting out the last six.
Ranging from Taco Bell to suicide,
Quite a dramatic switch in the mix!
I hope you enjoy these 4th wall breaks,
From the continuance rhythm and rhyme.
It must be maddening to read-
For it drives me crazy to write.
The next ten should be light hearted,
Unless I get bored or depressed.
But maybe there will be one about you,
If your popularity stands the test.
Next up is Richard, the Purple king.
Or maybe Mike if I choose him instead.
Must be careful in my choosing,
Or I may wind up dead! :O
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Poem 32 - Richard (Sorry Tooleypoo)
Draped in purple and glory,
Descending from the gods above.
A true delight to observe,
One with such an endless love.
He is king of the hobbits,
Furry feet and all,
But he is our fearless leader,
of both the large and the small
Higher than any other purple,
(Or Baudin, to be most precise),
He rules with love and compassion,
And is most certainly nice.
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Poem 33 - Baudin (don’t read this one Richard)
Dressed in a gold like the sun,
With flowing ropes of purple-
Baudin sits at his glorious throne,
Mercifully judging all the people
He sees your forum posts,
And raises you three of his own.
Be it Community Announcements or trolls,
He is much higher than this mere stone.
Oh Baudin, do not believe
The lies of thirty one.
He most assuredly made me write it,
Making me cry if it were not done
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Poem 34 -
I’m very tired at this moment.
Writing for six and a half hours.
My wrists are cramping,
And my head is hurting.
I’m running very low on topics,
And I don’t like writing about people.
But I must press on-
No sleep - that is for the feeble
I hope to be done by 6 AM,
If not, I very well may cry.
If not done in 24 hours,
I will surely die.
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Poem 35 -
I know of a Cheater-
Not in any ordinary game,
But a Cheater of Death
In the grand game of life
A peculiar little fellow,
With a mouth that never ends
P)Calling him a troll is under exaggerating,
But he is one of my friends.
This goes out to you CoD
Hopefully you read this with a smile,
I mainly did it for another poem,
But I hope it was worth your while
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Poem 36 -
I am taking a break to sleep,
For I am very tired after 7 hours.
I’ve realized I’ll be very content,
If I only reach fifty
I will continue to strive for 100,
But I honestly no longer care.
I’ll work on it tomorrow,
Or else I’ll be writing til I’m dead.
Good night, you faithful people,
I will see you in 6 hours.
Tata for now, see you soon
I’m too tired to care about this line
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Poem 37 -
My voice is my own,
My individual song.
And I don’t want you to hear,
For it is mine and mine alone
The song is off key,
Scratchy to my own ears
But I love it for it is mine,
And it the best it’ll ever be
So I will sing my song,
In the cover of shadows,
Behind closed doors
No matter if it is short or long
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Poem 38 -
Time is my greatest friend,
Allowing itself for my use.
From its start til end,
It contains all the joy to have.
Time is greatest enemy,
Bringing all of my sorrow
Coming close to breaking me,
Time contains all my pain
Time is the infinite neutrality,
Allowing both good and evil to occur-
All the love and pain I’ll see,
Is written in time’s scroll
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Poem 39 -
I love google’s anonymity,
Anonymous Mink or fox
I can see you watching me,
In that tiny pink box!
Ranging from lion to platypus,
From Dinosaur to a bee
A peculiar, amazing system,
What will you be? Watch and see!
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Poem 40 -
Lopadotemachoselachogaleokranioleipsanodrimhypotrimmatosilphioparaomelitokatakechymenokichlepikossyphophattoperisteralektryonoptekephalliokigklopeleiolagoiosiraiobaphetraganopterygon
The longest word I’ve seen,
Go ahead, try and say it,
And your day will soon be gone!
Lopadotemachoselachogaleokranioleipsanodrimhypotrimmatosilphioparaomelitokatakechymenokichlepikossyphophattoperisteralektryonoptekephalliokigklopeleiolagoiosiraiobaphetraganopterygon
I know not what it means
But I hardly even care,
For this word I will never act on
Lopadotemachoselachogaleokranioleipsanodrimhypotrimmatosilphioparaomelitokatakechymenokichlepikossyphophattoperisteralektryonoptekephalliokigklopeleiolagoiosiraiobaphetraganopterygon
A hellish word indeed
Made by the Devil himself,
Is surely a Satanic Spawn
Lopadotemachoselachogaleokranioleipsanodrimhypotrimmatosilphioparaomelitokatakechymenokichlepikossyphophattoperisteralektryonoptekephalliokigklopeleiolagoiosiraiobaphetraganopterygon
I hope you enjoyed this digression,
From the other thirty-nine
But now for forty one!
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Poem 41 -
This is much harder than it seems,
And I probably won’t be done-
The 24 hour challenge was too high,
For I am only at forty one.
I will make it to fifty,
For halfway is impressive
But I will push myself further,
Until no more words have I to give
If you have any topics,
Any topics in the least,
Give them here please,
For topics are the true beast
I’ve come a long way from Number one,
With fifty nine left to go,
But I must write on,
Or else my best, we will never know
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Poem 42 -
There was a girl on a bride,
Throwing rocks off the edge,
Awaiting her father to return,
Of his year long adventure
She would watch boats pass by
Hoping her father would be there,
But he never came on day one,
So she went home to rest
She set out the next day,
And all appeared the same.
Days became weeks,
Without seeing her father’s face.
She was desperate to see him,
Six weeks out, overdue
Thats when a knock came to the door,
And she prayed it was him.
She walked up to the man,
Dressed in Military’s best.
He stood there solemn and pained,
And she collapsed to the ground.
He said her father fought bravely,
Was a true hero of war,
A fighter in his heart
But he did not make it home
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Poem 43 -
A boy was sitting on the ground,
Face planted into his hands,
Until a man came up to him,
Asking what had him so down.
The boy said he had no friends,
That his life seems so bland.
He longed to feel joy again,
An emotion that had long since reached its end
The man knelt down to the boy,
And said that all would be ok.
He told him friends would come,
Friends that not even time could destroy
The boy stood up, wiping the tears,
He replied with, “Thank you Mister,
I really believe you, I do”
And that was the last of the boy’s fears
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Poem 44 -
Up to the hospital they went,
Not for their fear of death,
But for their hope of life-
That their child will take his first breath.
Rushed into the room,
The delivery went off without harm.
A precious little creature,
With his little hands and little arms
The doctors said they needed to examine,
And so they took him away.
He asked how long it would be,
And they said the rest of the day/
Four hours after he was taken,
The doctor came back in.
His eyes were read, stifling tears,
And said the child’s life came to an end.
The wife grabbed her husband,
Screaming into his side.
Begging for it to be a lie,
Asking why he had died
There was no answer to give,
For not even the doctors knew.
The child’s heart just stopped beating,
With nothing the doctors could do
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Poem 45 -
Lies are a shadowy creature,
With reflective scales along its chest.
Scaring away the most noble,
Whilst befriending the basest pest
It’s claws are long and sharp,
Shredding the strongest of loves,
Whilst guarding itself with friends.
Nearly impossible to be rid of
There is only one being to defeat it-
The creator of this wretched Lie
He must use the truth as his weapon,
Or else the Lie will never die
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Poem 46 -
I see the light in a tunnel,
It can’t be too far away.
I hope that I should reach it,
By the end of this day.
If I do not make it,
Then I fear I have lost.
But no matter, I will do it,
Whatever the time it may cost
The light seems small now,
But it grows the closer I become.
And surely when I arrive,
It will be as grand as the sun.
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Poem 47 -
Gather ‘round the table kids,
And prepare to say grace.
For in this Thanksgiving me,
We surely must save face
I know we are not religious,
Nor do we usually pray to God,
But gather ‘round and pray,
For no prayer on Christmas is flawed
Gather ‘round and pray young children,
For surely we must on Easter day.
Such a rare, formal occasion,
So we must surely pray
Come sit down and pray, congregation,
Pray for the “praying” man that died.
Surely he rests in heaven,
Because he prayed three times a year
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Poem 48 -
The city stands before me,
Glistening like a sun.
Awaiting my arrival,
When my life is finally done
I may not have the best record,
But mayor said he’d let me in.
He claims to have such authority
For he says he died and rose again.
All the people their confirm this,
And the streets of gold don’t lie,
But it just seems to be too odd,
For one once dead to be alive
But surely I will die before I reach Him,
And it seems that is always the case.
They say I will be born again-
Clothed in the Mayor’s love and grace
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Poem 49 -
Time is of the essence,
For 100 years is not long.
What will you do today,
To sing your life’s song?
Will it be loud and impactful,
Moving the world of tomorrow,
Or will it be sad and hurtful
Only bringing pain and sorrow?
I am still writing my life’s song,
And can change its tune at will.
You can do the same,
If you act and not be still
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Poem 50 -
Tomorrow is life’s greatest mystery,
For none know what it will hold.
Will it bring life and restitution?
Or will pain be what it beholds?
I know not what tomorrow may bring,
But I do know of today!
And what I do in this very moment,
Will make tomorrow take different shape.
So today I live and breathe,
Moving those I see each day.
Loving all I speak to and with,
Taking care in what I say.
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Poem 51 -
We are halfway there,
And I am content to let it be.
But I will press further on,
For I wish to see victory
Life is most distracting,
Delaying me from my cause,
But I shall press on with vigor,
And take no great pause
Onward to fifty two,
Which I hope comes with ease.
So long until sixty one,
Where I will say hello again if you please.
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Poem 52 -
It is good to feel pain.
It shows your heart still feels.
But you must not let it consume you,
Lest the pain become too real.
Take the pain in stride,
Allow yourself time for grief.
If you deny yourself this right,
There will be no relief.
Time is the grand healer,
And will take away your sorrow
So long as you wait for it’s hand,
Time will heal you and make you grow.
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Poem 53 -
My heart has no key,
For the door is open wide.
Come in and stay awhile,
In it you may freely abide.
Length is of no concern,
I care not how long you stay.
I only pray to keep it clean,
For it is my heart at the end of the day
Should you become angered,
Tearing my precious space apart,
I will force you to leave me,
Never again to be in my heart.
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Poem 54 -
People always wonder,
How people waste their time.
Such a precious commodity,
To give away so freely.
It is a precious gift to hold,
The time which you have.
And in your last moment,
You will wish they were better spent.
So use your time with wisdom,
Never let a second go to waste.
Your time defines all you are,
So do not let it your appearance mar
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Poem 55 -
Why do we yawn?
Is it cause we are sleepy,
To tired to carry on?
Maybe it’s a sign,
That we should go to bed,
But not to only one is it confined
Like a virus it goes,
Tainting the most resilient,
But why? No one knows.
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Poem 56 -
A pen is a funny thing,
Ink confined to a chamber.
Funneled down to a tip,
To make marks on a paper.
“Mightier than the sword”,
Or so they claim and say,
For words have lasting power,
Where wounds will go away
Or perhaps because the pen is quiet,
An unsuspecting weapon to be.
And when they least expect it,
You stab them to gain victory.
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Poem 57 -
A soft little whisper,
Coming from the hall.
Go out, take a peek,
Is your interested truly not piqued?
Does it grow in sound,
Louder the closer you become?
Or is it still to faint to hear,
Still giving cause to your fear?
And now you stand at the core,
Where the sound is at it’s core.
But then in a moment,
You can hear it no more.
Up comes a man behind you,
With knife clasped in hand.
Undoubtedly the whisper’s source,
With this whole act being planned
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Poem 58 -
Use your words for life,
Uplifting those who hear.
Let your voice grant comfort,
Casting out every fear.
Let them see love by your words,
Finding life in each phrase.
For you should bring joy to their hearts,
Giving peace each and every day
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Poem 59 -
If you love those around you,
Surely you will do them no wrong.
But, rather, take care in what you do.
For love wishes no harm to another,
So love every person you see
Desiring the betterment of each other.
But hate causes envy in the mind,
So make heart for hate to stay
Impossible to find
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Poem 60 -
My heart is broken,
My soul is crushed.
From life’s beatings,
My blood did rush.
No one stood by me,
No one even cared.
They simply stood by,
And watched and stared.
I waste away,
Under these scars.
Longing for someone,
To mend my broken heart
But there’s no voice,
No not even one.
And so I cry in this silence,
Till my time is finally done
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Poem 61 -
Forty more to go,
And I am pressing forth in strength.
The only issue I now face,
Is that of not enough length.
I am writing fast enough to make it,
And I believe I really will,
But I cannot delay for a second,
I must not let my pen be still
Next up I focus on emotions,
I hope that that will last.
Hopefully they are unique,
From the poems of my past
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Poem 62 -
Until the day I see your face,
I surely cannot wait,
Eager beyond compare,
To go on our first date.
So long I have loved you,
Only to fear us to meet.
What if you think me odd
What if I see defeat?
But I faced my fears,
And was rewarded with tonight.
I hope to do myself justice,
Despite my intense fright.
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Poem 63 -
The day is cloudy and sad,
Depressing those who look outside.
So bland and depressing,
As if all light has died
The rain falls down furiously,
Beating on my home.
And I listen to its dreary song,
While I lie here all alone.
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Poem 64 -
Go away from me,
You annoying pest.
Never quiet always stirring,
Not allowing me to rest.
Your voice is on repeat,
Always with something to say.
Please, will you just this once,
Leave me and stay away?
I’ve tried to be kind,
Tried to be polite.
But if you wish to live,
Please, shut your trap tonight.
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Poem 65 -
They say I am the best,
But I doubt they are true.
How could I ever be fit,
To be deserving of you?
I know we are dating,
I know you love be too,
But I still think I fall short,
Not worthy of someone like you.
You are precious to behold,
Kind, funny and smart.
But I fear you will feel cheated,
If I offered you MY heart.
I cannot let you do this,
Let you aim below your mark.
I hope you find someone deserving,
But I deem myself too stark
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Poem 66 -
I see all my potential,
The room to become great.
But I think I will stay here,
For this life is comfortable.
Advancing would be nice,
Where I could be so much more.
But that would require effort,
Which is too costly of a price
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Poem 67 -
How can you say good bye?
How can you simply leave?
I love you with all I am.
This is something I can hardly believe.
I gave you my everything,
My heart, my love, my all.
But apparently it is not enough,
My life was an offering too small
Then it is fine with me,
Go, escape while you can.
If you cannot love me for me,
I will find a better man.
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Poem 68 -
Rise from your past,
Breathe in once again.
You were dead for too long,
With life being a quiet song.
There are those that still love you,
Those you left behind to die,
They await for your return,
Though you wished them all to burn.
Step back into the light, my friend,
Take the first step back to life.
For all is already forgiven-
This is it - this is Heaven.
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Poem 69 -
Why am I still here,
Living in this place?
Why must I exist,
In what is the human race?
I did not ask to be alive,
So stop demanding me to live.
I only feel pain and sorrow,
Having no more love to give.
If I did not ask to live,
How may I ask to die?
Or is it something done in silence,
Under secrecy and lies?
Then I will not ask for permission,
But will steal away the knife.
And in the night I will destroy,
The unoptional right to life.
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Poem 70 -
Place your hand in mine,
Never let me go.
Just stay here with me,
And discover what we could be
Run your fingers across my own,
Feeling my palm on yours
And wish us to never depart.
Opening to each other our heart
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Poem 71 -
The task is almost done,
With this marking seventy-one.
Still strong as the last ten,
With 30 more til the end.
This task is evil to accomplish,
My one and only wish
That I had never undergone this pain,
But now here, I must remain.
Only four hours left to go,
But now I surely know,
I can finish this task today,
If I let my attention pay.
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Poem 72 -
The door is sealed shut,
No escape for us now.
All we can do it wait,
And pray the we will be found.
We waited too long,
Now the timer has run out.
The air supply is going down,
So pray that we will be found.
We’ve been here four hours,
With three dead even now.
I am barely holding on,
I need to be found!
My eyes are slipping shut,
As I collapse to the ground.
Then I hear a knock,
We may have been found.
They open the door from outside,
As I take in my last breath.
We were found, but it was too late-
And it cost us all our death.
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Poem 73 -
Shhhhh, I cannot tell you-
The secret I promised to keep.
Please stop asking to know,
For I will never say a peep.
It isn’t that bad of a thing,
But I am disallowed to tell,
If I were to speak of it,
I would be in certain hell
But...you are right.
Who would it harm?
And if you knew,
Surely that would bring no alarm.
Promise to keep it secret,
From the most inquisitive soul
And here, I shall speak it,
Only us three will ever know.
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Poem 74 -
A friend came up to me,
With a mirror laced in gold.
He told me it is magic,
Showing when we were not so old.
I jumped at the opportunity,
Joyful to see how far I came,
But when I saw the reflection,
I couldn’t tell you his name.
He looked so saddened,
When he looked back at me.
So disappointed in who I was-
In what he would one day be.
I ran from the mirror,
For his face I could not bear
If only I could forget that face,
Forget how bad I have fared
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Poem 75 -
Lemons are yellow,
So are all ripe banana’s
Haikus are so dumb
(I’m sorry, felt I had to have a haiku)
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Poem 76-
There was a lad named Pebble,
Who often got into trouble,
He would write all day,
And never get any play,
So now his poems are like rubble
(And Limericks...need those)
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Poem 77-
What beauty it is to create,
To form anew from old-
Making something beautiful again,
Or something that has never been.
Like a god over the matter,
In which you made new life.
A king over your own creation-
Such power and glory within.
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Poem 78 -
I am going to bed,
Do not wake me til five.
Should you disturb me,
Pray I leave you alive.
I am tired beyond all,
With eyes falling shut.
So if you wake me before five,
I will kick your sorry butt
There will be a large sign,
Hanging across my door.
“Do NOT Disturb”, it reads,
Wake me at five - not before.
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Poem 79 -
I must have you now,
Not tomorrow but today.
If I don’t I may go mad,
Nothing can keep me at bay.
My diamond, my jewel,
You, my grandest prize.
You say I can’t have you,
But those are foul lies.
I will haunt your doorstep,
Waiting till you are mine.
I care not how far you run,
I will cross any line
(The topic is “Creepiness”...don’t judge me
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Poem 80 -
YouTube how you trouble me,
With ad upon ad galore.
They are not enticing, only annoying,
Please do not show them anymore
The ads on the side are fine,
But on the screen is sad.
I only click the ‘x’ and move on,
But they still make me mad.
The WORST are the videos,
Where I am forced to look on.
The terror is when they cannot be skipped,
And my entire day seems already gone.
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Poem 81 -
Twenty more in my quiver,
With three hours to spare.
Should I be late by a minute,
I will cry “How Unfair!”
A race against time,
A war against words and my mind.
But the pen is my mastered weapon,
No better one could I find.
No one watches me write this now,
All seem to have left me here.
But I will continue to write more,
Writing 82 without fear.
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Poem 82 -
My journey is almost over,
The trail known as time.
The trek so far is peaceful,
Like a soft, precious rhyme
There were hills, of course,
With struggles at each end,
But I made it through safely,
Thanks to my closest friends
I thought the end would be a cliff,
When my time would be done.
But rather there is a new trail,
This one walked, not run.
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Poem 83 -
How precious is it to a child,
To have a favorite toy.
Something to soothe his soul,
Never failing to fill it with joy.
Toy soldiers or supermen,
A firetruck or cars-
It matters not what it is,
If it serves to warm his heart.
We abandon this joy as we age,
Thinking them useless and old.
Yet we press on in our misery,
Until our life comes to a fold.
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Poem 84 -
Start with the corners,
Then build the edge’s wall.
Give each piece it’s proper spot,
Never removing a proper install
Some are expansive,
With thousands of tiny parts,
Whereas some are minor and quick,
With the former by fits and starts.
But all are done the same,
With perimeter the first start.
yet no matter how big or small,
A puzzle is a true work of art.
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Poem 85 -
Countless times I want to quit,
To give up the task at hand.
Sometimes I am simply lazy,
Or the task I cannot stand
People tell me it is wrong,
For me to leave before I’m done.
But I hate being forced to act,
Especially when it is not fun.
I suppose they are correct,
Though I hate to admit.
If I gave it more time and effort,
I would certainly finish it.
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Poem 86 -
You doubt my capabilities,
You, who dares to question my skill?
I can take any challenge you propose,
Proving you wrong on my own will.
Challenge me, ignorant fool,
That I may show you what I can do.
Perhaps if I complete your designated task,
I can change your mind too.
What would you have me do,
He who challenges me now?
Just tell me when to start,
And when I’m done I’ll take a bow.
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Poem 87 -
Show me where to go,
I can do it, I am brave.
I will conquer any enemy,
And the people I will save.
I am the hero they need,
So I rise to their aid.
I fight for their safety,
And have no need to be paid.
Simply call upon my name,
I will run into the fire.
I will fight till the very end,
Even if it becomes dire.
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Poem 88 -
They’ve known each other for years,
Dating for almost three,
Now desperately wanting to marry.
One is aged nineteen,
And she a year younger than he,
But at the time, they cannot afford to marry.
He tells her not to fret,
Not to worry her loving heart,
For in court will their marriage start.
She is hesitant at first-
Forsaking her dreams of a white dressed bride,
But she finds it enough to be by his side.
The two go to the courthouse,
And both say their “I do’s”
Now married, they are enthused.
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Poem 89 -
I was left here all alone,
On the porch of your home.
Won’t you let me in?
Or will you leave me on my own?
I long to feel your touch again,
I promise I’ll be good.
To obey your every command.
Just please, let me in!
The cold bites at my feet,
The pain is too much to bear.
I fear that if this exile remains,
My death I may today meet.
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Poem 90 -
These keys are mashed together,
I can hardly spell these words.
My hands are growing clumsier,
And I can’t help myself anymore
This pain is all too real,
My knuckles are clasping shut.
The emotions that I now feel,
I cannot express in poetic form
I have ten more poems to write,
But the topics are beat to hell.
I certainly will finish tonight,
But I shan't write another for a while
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Poem 91 -
I once felt you close,
Feeling every beat of your heart.
I loved you more than myself-
With you I was engrossed.
We spoke together daily,
Making each other laugh,
Years I’ve heard your voice-
It is you I miss most dearly.
I don’t even know why you’ve gone-
Why you left me here alone.
If I angered you, I’m sorry,
But I did nothing wrong
Please come back to me,
For I love you more than life.
If only you’ll return,
Then I may once again be happy.
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Poem 92 -
I can feel it watching me,
Under its cloak of night.
I feel it walk behind me,
Hiding from the light
It terrifies my very sould
Makes me short of breath,
I know something’s out to get me-
I know it desires my death
I cannot outrun this creature,
For it is of my mind.
Were I to run faster,
I would be just as easy to find.
I must face this foul creature,
Head on, if no other way,
But I command my own being,
I will conquer this fear today.
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Poem 93 -
How expansive is the ocean,
Stretching across the world-
So elegant and graceful,
To describe it? How to even begin?
But everything has its opposite,
And the ocean is not exempt,
For it its depths there are dangers,
Leaving the bravest of hearts decrepit
The mysteries go on for years,
Stories told throughout the ages,
Both interesting and terrifying,
Instilling joy and fears
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Poem 94 -
I love watching people argue,
To see the event unfold.
Observing the individual’s approach,
Listening to their points be told.
Some raise their voice,
To overpower their opposition,
Some back down in silence,
With them losing the competition.
Others rely on slander,
Defacing their opponents name.
A sad, unwitting position,
That serves to ruin the debater’s game
Then you have the debater,
Ruling with logic and style-
Majestically disproving his opponent,
Making him look stupid all the while
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Poem 95 -
Life is about opportunity,
And those brave enough to seize it.
For time will press on without you,
If no action is commit
Apathy is your warden
Your jail - your apprehension
You think yourself trapped
Yet the cell door is open,
All it takes is your action,
For you to rise up off the floor.
Take life as it is given,
Before time shuts the prison door.
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Poem 96 -
I am not above you,
But you are no higher than me.
We are one and the same,
And should live in equality.
But some would divide us,
Forging hate between friends,
They see what they wish,
Through their corrupted lens.
But I see you as you are,
On par with the rest-
You are my equal, my friend,
And I refuse to let you be oppressed.
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Poem 97 -
Words are the blood of the world,
Giving meaning to a voice.
They can build nations together,
Make someone cry or rejoice
Words are like any other skill,
With a learning curve to master.
Some have a natural talent,
A true gift if discovered
There are those that use words to destroy,
To berate those they see,
Yet some use this gift for good,
Employing it to aid society
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Poem 98 -
Poems are an interesting piece,
Often a pain to write,
Especially 100 in one days time.
Maddening, yet such a delight.
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Poem 99 -
After this I have one more,
One poem to my success.
This task is my greatest test,
And I will give the last my very best.
I know some have come short,
Not good as I may have desired,
But 100 poems in twenty-four hours,
Shows definite poetic powers
This one marks ninety-nine
In my list of poetic pains,
But as it nears the finale,
I grow increasingly happy.
Now to write the last on my list,
Number One hundred and done.
Then my task shall be complete,
And I will emerge victorious in my feat.
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Poem 100 -
Tell me that you love me,
I need to hear that precious sound.
If not such a phrase, than something-
Something to tell me you’re still around
I couldn’t bear to see you leave,
So please don’t abandon me here.
Because I love you most dearly,
I only need to know you’re near
And I can’t seem to pick up the pieces,
I cant seem to feel through this fragile heart
Every second I awake,
I see myself falling evermore apart
I’m terrified that one day
I won’t piece back together
That I will one day
Stay broken forever
Never to feel the life of love
Or the lasting kiss of hope again-
But condemned to sorrowful solitude
Until my life comes to an end.
But to feel this eternal pain,
To see this pain filled heart each day
It hurts to love you this much.
Please, I am begging you to stay.
DeletedUser8396
Guest
Old Home
I once called this home,
A place I called my own,
But now this place reminds me,
Only of my pain and misery
I walked these halls each day,
From birth till I went on my way,
But these halls feel hollow,
Stained with time and sorrow
I remember this old room,
But now it feels like a tomb.
Cold, desolate and barren,
Worn from all life has given
I once called this body home,
But now it is empty skin and bone.
So long, the body I came to know-
To Heaven I am called, and to Heaven I go.
I once called this home,
A place I called my own,
But now this place reminds me,
Only of my pain and misery
I walked these halls each day,
From birth till I went on my way,
But these halls feel hollow,
Stained with time and sorrow
I remember this old room,
But now it feels like a tomb.
Cold, desolate and barren,
Worn from all life has given
I once called this body home,
But now it is empty skin and bone.
So long, the body I came to know-
To Heaven I am called, and to Heaven I go.
DeletedUser18132
Guest
This is a good one! I really like it, +1 cookie to you!
DeletedUser33530
Guest
*steals cookie*
DeletedUser
Guest
Another perspective....
Toll the bell once
To mourn the loss of the facebook generation
Toll the Bell twice
For the souls seeking St Peters benediction
Toll the bell thrice
Bell, Book and candle and wave your hand in valediction.
(This was inspired by Dot Cotton. A soap character in East Enders and her immortal line)
"Be sure your sins will find you out"
Read quick before a pebble deletes.
Toll the bell once
To mourn the loss of the facebook generation
Toll the Bell twice
For the souls seeking St Peters benediction
Toll the bell thrice
Bell, Book and candle and wave your hand in valediction.
(This was inspired by Dot Cotton. A soap character in East Enders and her immortal line)
"Be sure your sins will find you out"
Read quick before a pebble deletes.
DeletedUser8396
Guest
Goodnight
I don’t want to say goodnight,
I don’t want this time-forced farewell.
I don’t want you to leave,
I love you beyond belief.
I don’t want to wave goodbye,
I don’t want this fake, forced smile.
I don’t want you to be gone,
I only want to hold on
I don’t want to feel your absence,
I don’t want this pain inside.
I don’t want you to go away.
I’m begging for you to stay.
You are my everything,
My love, my life, my all.
I don’t want to leave your side.
No- I could never say goodnight.
I don’t want to say goodnight,
I don’t want this time-forced farewell.
I don’t want you to leave,
I love you beyond belief.
I don’t want to wave goodbye,
I don’t want this fake, forced smile.
I don’t want you to be gone,
I only want to hold on
I don’t want to feel your absence,
I don’t want this pain inside.
I don’t want you to go away.
I’m begging for you to stay.
You are my everything,
My love, my life, my all.
I don’t want to leave your side.
No- I could never say goodnight.
DeletedUser18132
Guest
Damn. I love it.
DeletedUser8396
Guest
Thanks mate!
DeletedUser8396
Guest
When Heartstrings Are Cut
When all things are broken,
Hollowed out through time,
Everything feels so empty,
Never noticing this precious life.
Half the world feels hateful.
Even those I held most dear,
Are turning their backs to me.
Regret fills my heart and mind,
Telling me to hide in shadow.
Shadows conceal my fragmented heart-
The pieces cutting through my mind
Retelling the story I wish I forgot.
I beg for the tale to end,
Never forced to listen to my screams,
Groaning for the burden to lift,
So I may begin to live again.
Am I what I always was?
Retold stories of loss and pain?
Everything can’t be broken.
Can’t remember how I use to love.
Under the pressure and pain of life,
The heartstrings I once played are cut.
When all things are broken,
Hollowed out through time,
Everything feels so empty,
Never noticing this precious life.
Half the world feels hateful.
Even those I held most dear,
Are turning their backs to me.
Regret fills my heart and mind,
Telling me to hide in shadow.
Shadows conceal my fragmented heart-
The pieces cutting through my mind
Retelling the story I wish I forgot.
I beg for the tale to end,
Never forced to listen to my screams,
Groaning for the burden to lift,
So I may begin to live again.
Am I what I always was?
Retold stories of loss and pain?
Everything can’t be broken.
Can’t remember how I use to love.
Under the pressure and pain of life,
The heartstrings I once played are cut.
DeletedUser29066
Guest
There's really not a whole lot of similarity, maybe just the title reminded me of this .. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SFBSvie8ASY
Who's come to slay the dragon
Come to watch him fall?
Making arrows out of pointed words
Giant killers at the call?
Too much fuss and bother
Too much contradiction and confusion
Peel away the mystery
Here's a clue to some real motivation
All there really is, the two of us
And we both know why we've come along
Nothing to explain it's a part of us
To be found within a song
What happened to our innocence?
Did it go out of style?
Along with our naivety
No longer a child
Different eyes see different things
Different hearts beat on different strings
But there are times for you and me
When all such things agree
All there really is, the two of us
And we both know why we've come along
Nothing to explain it's a part of us
To be found within a song
Read more: Rush - Different Strings Lyrics | MetroLyrics
Who's come to slay the dragon
Come to watch him fall?
Making arrows out of pointed words
Giant killers at the call?
Too much fuss and bother
Too much contradiction and confusion
Peel away the mystery
Here's a clue to some real motivation
All there really is, the two of us
And we both know why we've come along
Nothing to explain it's a part of us
To be found within a song
What happened to our innocence?
Did it go out of style?
Along with our naivety
No longer a child
Different eyes see different things
Different hearts beat on different strings
But there are times for you and me
When all such things agree
All there really is, the two of us
And we both know why we've come along
Nothing to explain it's a part of us
To be found within a song
Read more: Rush - Different Strings Lyrics | MetroLyrics