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The Death of DreamsThe falling stars
--the foolish hopes of man;
like aching tears of sorrow
stream gently down the darkening sky
to bury deep within the quiet earth
insignificant and unobtrusive
the death of dreams
LeafThe single leaf trembles,
a deep green
If ever a life so filled with tears
could see its promises whispered.
A cup filled, brimming with emptiness,
poured out on unquenched dirt,
the love that it needs,
so violently denied.
spring is near.
An Ode to a BookS01V12B,
like endless echoes of tides
relentless in their seek
a battle never ceasing,
and upon our meeting,
A WhyWhy do you look at me
with those heavy eyes
that makes my heart weigh low?
I know it's not your intent
such things never are
and darling, we're both turned too far.
It's not love, nor friendship
and that makes me awonder
and yes, I want only one.
I have no interest in ever, ever the former
ever, ever, again.
The ComingI see its approach, a cloudy November dawning
set on a hazy morning bright.
The sweet green trees gleam
with pearl sunlight
that drifts through the dew and
dusty white light
that lightens, yet, hides
fears that surface at night.
Though beautiful to behold
the ache it fails to relieve,
you swore never to relive.
Now comes, after the saddest month,
the end draws near
and thus, winter, here.
Futile ExpressionsAnger and frustration
futility in expression
rages without form or meaning
hope or reason
vague and irreverent
to mask the truth
that bind me
It's a blind hatred to open
yet anguish to close
I prowl without rest
while my wounds fester
and I burnish them away
with scarce an eye
batted at the pain
The Best FriendThrough all the hopes and pain
endless nights of screams and shame
Unmoving, still you remained
my silent guardian
giving and unchanged
Though wasted poetry
does move you not
and angry fears will fail
to tame your burning glow
Your presence is a comfort
through hopeless untold years
Burn brightly with your
never will your smoulder falter
Give me now your cancerous sear
my cigeratte dear
your ashen lips I kiss
In the Hidden MoonlightSitting, shaken, memories abound
with nothing but single candle lit.
Although the silence engulfs
it comforts in its prevalence.
Fear, guilt, sadness, loss...
They empty my heart
in unending sorrow.
Pain clutches my physical being,
but its wretched hold redeems.
Stripped bare of my facade,
what is left to see?
An angry, bitter, twisted thing
with nothing there to show.
how to write poems, by a girl who doesn't know howi never know how to start a poem.
so, it's awkward for a little while,
as words continue to pour
from unfeeling fingers,
unflinchingly zapping prepositions
and unruly metaphors onto
a plain of forgiveness.
then there's this sharp
twist in intensity,
in which i tell my reader
of the fear in my chest
and the ends of my eyes,
quickening pulses in wrists
misspelingss of s(i)miles
there's sort of this
before i tell the readers all they need to know
about how i was never my parents' favorite
and my friends aren't there for me
and i still love a boy
who broke my metaphorical heart
into shards of integrity and cynicism
and then i show you-
no, not the reader anymore, you-
what i think about our
places in the universe
as if love letters and
notebook scribbles have any bearing
on our final destination in a frozen,
i add another stanza, which
let's be honest,
ruins the entire thing,
before i end it
and the ending is wholl
TPP ~ Erd 6 ~ Rory and the Porygon
In a big blue chair beneath a big red tree
A Chimchar was napping, as glad as could be
When a bird swooped by in a flutter of feathers
And from its black beak it dropped down two letters.
The first was just junk, but the second was teal
And stamped on the front was the Researchers’ seal.
“It’s a letter from Alex,” the Fletchling did tell.
“That Meowth’s from the Guild - He works there with Chelle.”
Said the Chimchar, “Just what does he want?
His writing is smudged - I can’t read the font.”
“Just get your quill, some papers and ink.
You’ll be surveying ‘mon - Or that’s what I think.
“He wants you to look for the ‘mon without bone
Nor flesh, nor blood, and perhaps not a home.
“We call them automaton, to be polite
Saying they’re robots, well. . .That isn’t right.
“Ask them these questions until you are done.
Then write down their answers and join in the fun.”
One DayI walk inside
I look around
I turn my face
To a clown
I fake a smile
I walk inside
Feels like a mile
I come inside
And all I see
Is people walking
I turn my head
And now I see
A small child
I turn to walk
But something inside
Makes me stay
Against my will
So it seems
I help the child
Until he beams
For his sake
I fake a smile
And for his sake
Walk another mile
As we walk
Just us two
I find my smile
Slowly coming true
He babbles on
Telling me how
He lost his parents
In the crowd
That I’ll help him
Find them peacefully
We walk around
Inside the fair
Get some candy
See the flair
As we walk
Him and me
I find myself
Helping this child
Seeing him smile
Now I know
It’s not a mile
We walk all day
We play around
And yet his parents
Have not been found
For this child
Who has made
My mood so mild
I want to find them
For his sake
A different direction
Two Perfectly Perfect Brown EyesI need to tell you a story.
It has nothing to do with a knight`s glory
Or how that girl named Alice fell.
This particular tale is very hard for me to tell.
It`s taken quite a lot for me to crack my shell.
This story starts when a baby girl was born.
At first, she was a baby of no forlorn,
A cute, adorable infant to adorn.
She was like every other,
A normal, healthy gift to their mother.
That all changed after the first year of birth.
It was a mild defect that often caused an expression of mirth.
The baby`s left eyelid would flutter and shut during a fever.
This was nothing to worry about; nobody dared act as a griever.
But, the next events hit them in the stomach with a meat cleaver.
The sicknesses would need more than a shot of Tylenol and a pain reliever.
The baby was always gravely ill,
Ear aches feeling like an electric drill
And restless nights of each parent downing sleeping pills.
When the baby finally got better,
The news was more sickening than a tax letter.
That baby`s left e
How Donkey killed ShrekI decided it was time to visit Shrek, I walked up to him and with my screechy annoying voice I said, "HhHhHhHhHeEEeEeEeEeEeeEeYyYyyy ssSsSsShHHhHhrrRrRrReEEeEeEeEeeEeEekkKk." He then died.
I Loved LucyI loved Lucy
Her smile quickly took me
And the dream fell in dem hands
So I screamed out army bands
To instruct the "v"’yey mans
Not to give to my demands
Cause I’m apart from other fans
With my own marital plans.
I tried to find Lucy
And the neighbors all said screw me
And go back to my living room
To accept my girl-less doom
But I won’t give up soon
It’s with her or with a boom
So to Jamestown under moon
I traveled as her future groom.
I picked up Lucy
It was so easy to me
And moving her caused no alert
Since she was nothing but some dirt
But she wasn’t much of a flirt
And couldn’t fit into a skirt
So I left her though it hurt
And gorged myself with dessert
Stained Glass HeartMy heart was broken, in who knows how many pieces.
And slowly they began to heal.
Carefully, I tried to put them back together.
The pieces were sharp, but I put them together into something that resembled my heart.
It worked...it was good enough.
It began to beat again one day.
When it heard my name and felt your warmth...
A spark started the beat,
And the flame grew.
Before long, my heart beat loudly,the fire burned hot.
But through the cracks seeped the flame into places that fire should not go.
The pressure of such strong beats threatened to shatter old breaks that had only somewhat healed.
So, I set to putting the pieces together a little better.
And the pieces were still sharp.
This time I cut myself many times,
And my fingers bled.
The blood covered everything,
And I began to weep.
But you leaned down,
Cleaned my wounds and kissed my tears away.
Together we struggled with an intricate puzzle,
Cutting ourselves on the glass,
Mixing the pieces from your heart and mine...
to make a
Day 1 - HiddenCome.
And I will tell you a tale to hide in your bosom.
You look wary young bard.
I am old.
But I remember.
The likes of which you’ve never heard before!
A boy-man that walks the knife’s edge.
A mother-child crying out for her own.
Will you listen?
No tale forever remains hidden.
Heart Bang SomethingMy brain feels like the jumbled photograph
pieces I ripped up with I was ten
sorry sorry sorry sorry
everyone tells me to stop apologizing so much
but all I can think about is
what if I didn’t say sorry?
I am nineteen and I remember all of the seventeen year old poems
it’s sad and it is funny
the year of silver and red—
this one has been grey,
ashes out windows and soft evening car rides
amber bottles full of amber liquids,
orange mixed with clear— foggy eyes foggy thoughts
sharp green in your vision and I miss you.
I’m sure that I sound like I am dreaming
these past few weeks, I haven’t been to certian
that I’ve been awake
what happens if we die
and wake up somewhere else?
These are the things that keep my heart pounding
it hasn’t jumped since school ended
no panic attacks since two nights ago
I don’t know, I don’t know
mostly less ripped.
Twenty seven twenty two
I feel like I’ll find something at those ages,
The GazelleYou twisted your knife inside of me
Carved out what was mine
Poured your agony into my soul
Left me retching, gasping for air
You let your words pervade me
used your madness to invade my very being
You killed my joy and glory
Brought only silent numbness
You smothered my spirit
You hijacked my mind
You broke my will
You withered my heart
Black as ink the poison spread
slowly through the veins
that clenched my barely beating heart.
With a cold hard sheet
of diamond dust
I layered the shattered pieces
and bleeding parts
So empty I was
I barely existed.
Never knowing, never thinking
Never questioning and never feeling.
"Don't try. Just do it."
Anger and bitterness
Hostility and prejudice
slowly wrapped their desolate coils round my body
like a serpent's around its prey
I was the gazelle,
Not understanding why,
my body broken, eyes glassy and uncomprehending,
as the venemous gaping mouth
devoured me whole.
I still don't understand.
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