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 Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 4:00 pm
I am surrounded by red roses
Sweet jokes going insane
I somehow became your pupet
And you tell me again
You have to leave
But I don't know why
And in the darkness of the night
No you can't leave
I hope for the best
But I know I am being selfish
So I see my reflection
And I remember tucking you into bed
And my heart pounding in my head
I love you inside and out
But we think differently
We are at war with each other
I want to be heard
But my song becomes lost
It remains unsung
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 12:55 pm
/Mirror Friend
Open and empty as they sit
I cannot trust my own hands
Everything escapes my grip
I cant handle the demands
the obsticles you put me through
weigh heavy in my soul
all i do is to please you
and my body takes the toll
You mock me from behind the glass
safe inside the mirror
But its really you whos trash
And i will thrive out here
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 8:34 pm
I'm thinking about posting some poems of mine here, but I am unsure if I should. They are about what I have felt and went through, so most of them are depressing somewhat. Tell me if you guys think I should, and if you would want to read them. If you want to know exactly what some of the topics are about I can tell you. Thanks......Oh and to get my attention faster quote me.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2011 9:09 am
Untitled
How quickly does it venture forth?
This corruption in the water.
What is this false hope worth?
What chance for all that sought her?
The game has changed since last I played.
A new piece upon the board.
The childhood brother is revealed,
And his actions sound the chord.
Draw thy blade though wicked one!
The time to repent at hand!
You will pay for what you've done.
Your blood be spilt upon the sand.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2011 9:23 am
↑ ⓐⓔⓡⓞⓓⓨⓝⓐⓜⓘⓒⓐⓛⓛⓨ →【━the bumble bee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn't know it━】fire & flesh
There is pain that she hides;
beneath the tearing of her lip
and eating of her flesh, she stores
away the feelings of mercy and
refuge.
Rotten stenches fill her nose
and dig deeply into her stomach cavity,
looking for a place to bury inside of.
She feels a festering
in the depths of her eyes and decides
that all needs are now overpowered
by the wanting of her unforgivable
sins.
She feels a festering
in the depths of some sort
of indescribable fire that she cannot
put her red tipped finger on.
There is a trigger, now,
and she is no longer in a world
of complete and utter
madness. 【━so it goes on flying anyway━】
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 1:02 pm
I wrote this just for fun pretty much, and it became something much more to me, it became, something slightly post worthy. I wrote it a couple weeks ago, and looking back, I think I could do much better, most of all though, I feel I need some real criticism. BEWARE, IF YOU DO NOT HAVE THE TIME OR PATIENCE, TURN BACK NOW, IT'S NOT TOO LATE.
Without further ado, my inspirational narrative poem:
gaia_angelleft Glorious Death Between the Wings of a Hummingbird gaia_angelright
A radiant hummingbird,
Wings bludgeoning the air, like pistons in an engine,
Sustaining a temporary burst of life in an automobile,
The wing-beats, aglow with telling syllables,
Meanings for the curious heart to decipher,
Their beat was constant, equilibrius,
Steady, equilibrius.
I could not make good sense of the archaic designs,
Imbedded between each beat,
My curious heart aglow with a wonder-all demeanor,
Making search for the lost meaning of the obscure mystery,
The rhythmic constant of the beat once again clouded my awareness.
Alas,
T’was the test that stumped them all,
That schooled the scholar,
Dumbfounded the demurer,
And perplexed the poet to a point of passive paramism,
For the symbols underneath the guise of the rhythmic bludgeoning
were unreachable by my stream of thought.
Yet I sought them like a legendary blade
That would cast out evil,
I continued to muse, endless drivel driving my fingers,
Which seemed to do the musing in place of my mind,
I strove with an athlete’s determination
To focus my eyes between each whimsical note,
Generated by the rhythmic hammering of the wings,
A melodic hum, unwavering,
I began to comprehend it in the form of a tune,
Reigning against all distraction,
Mist of bewilderment seeming to dissipate.
What I now recalled in my wake
No longer assumed the form of a hummingbird,
But the figure of a flawless woman,
As beautiful as any from a dominion of fantasy,
Her eyes aglow with perfect scrupulousness,
Her skin rendered with wrinkles resulted from years of wisdom,
Her honest eyes dimmed with rife aging,
Yet she sparkled brighter than the physically flawless,
yet immoral youth.
I allowed the hummingbird’s illusion to caress my mind,
I whiled away the hours,
Gaining wisdom from every silver lock of hair
Placed with great care on the sagely woman’s cap.
On a cloud, she whisked me away on a quest,
Through the first rainbow of my inner-being,
Where I discovered clarity, and obtained wisdom.
Then, standing before of me,
Was the form of a child, innocence aglow,
Thought dead to the world,
A scarless soul, no need for loneliness,
Not a reason to detach from himself,
Or a need to comprehend the rhythm
Of a hummingbird’s wing-beats,
For his perception of joy was not yet begruzzled,
And his vision not yet clouded by the
epishods of polluted sand from man’s pale,
He sent my mind on a journey,
Across the second rainbow of my inner-being,
Where I discovered clarity, and obtained faith.
The hummingbird then assumed a final form,
The form was familiar to me, beyond all recognition,
I stood agaze at myself, as if a mirror had suddenly appeared in my wake,
I felt pity on the reflection, who reflected my gaze timidly,
As if I was a foreign entity.
Little words did he speak, for he was aware of naught,
Awaiting answers, a curious and sojourning heart,
Yet his spirit claimed by anguish, naivety, doubt, and defeat.
The shadows of malevolence…
I contemplated the figure that resembled me as I once was,
Yet not as I now am,
My greatest adversary…
The sagely words of the old woman,
The shear innocence of the joyous child,
United, forming the Sword of Salvation,
Its pommel was laden with ornaments of wisdom,
My hand gripped its jewel-crested hilt,
Wielding the heroic blade with avant-garde,
Momentary…
Sixteen years of ignorance,
Which created in return an ignorant being,
All smote, within a glorious flash,
A solitary motion of Salvation’s fair sabre.
The stalwart heroes’ blade piercing the reflection’s heart,
Leaving no carnage, nor excess gore, it caused me no caustic pains.
The reflection of my former self cast down, and all that remained was I,
Standing anew, prepared to decipher what realms were yet to be discovered,
Each echo or strand of sounds now resonate in my soul with renewed sonorous vibrancy,
As if I absorbed life’s true essence.
The epiphany of peace that many will never uncover.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 1:14 pm
I wrote this poem during the summer and posted it in the arena, but nobody even looked at it, so, if people could comment and critique it here, I'd greatly appreciate it. Just don't straight out say it sucks, please. Peter Pan
I will never take another picture of him
Never see him do something new and ridiculous to crack me up
Never meet his girlfriend or attend his graduation
So many nevers
They seem to compound into eternity
But the one never that brightens and defeats them all:
He will never grow old
Never grow up
He will always stay young
My brother has become Peter Pan
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 2:08 am
 Ooh, I've been wanting to share some of my work, though I don't think it's as good as the others. Here goes, a song I wrote. Escape to Paradise Lying down here in the meadow. A cool breeze passes by. Looking up into space. Past the blue clouds in the sky. Into a very familiar place. It feels like home. The trees, the sands and waters of the sea. A pleasant beat playing through. A world only known to me. Where every dream comes true. This is the world we all want to be in. When reality is too much. For us to really belong. Avoiding things life throws in a rush. A place where we can be free. A place to eradicate lies. So close your eyes to see. The Escape to Paradise. Wander free in the meadow. Or watch the sunset with the beloved. Dancing in the winter snow Or lying with the special someone in bed. Tears of joy flow through the eyes Sadness is no more. Happiness shouldn't have a price For it should be for everyone forever more Loneliness is naught but a word And war meant playing with a toy sword This is the world we all want to be in. When reality is too much. For us to really belong. Avoiding things life throws in a rush. A place where we can be free. A place to eradicate lies. So close your eyes to see. The Escape to Paradise. Dealing with life's lemons everday And what can we say? We just make the best out of it with teary eyes. For right around the corner is paradise~ And walking on to find that peace Seeing our own world to be at ease. This is the world we all want to be in. When reality is too much. For us to really belong. Avoiding things life throws in a rush. A place where we can be free. A place to eradicate lies. So close your eyes to see. The Escape to Paradise.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 1:05 pm
I wrote this one a few days ago. I don't really remember the inspiration for it. Hope you guys enjoy. I appreciate the love comment my profile if you want and PM if you want the link to my Blog. biggrin Her Eyes
Like an Egyptian Goddess, she stared,
Those eyes that captivated my heart.
But in madness those beauties glared.
It doesn’t matter since they saved me from dark.
Lust is never good, but obsession isn’t bad.
My obsession is those beautiful eyes,
Eyes that can’t be sad.
I will never believe if they wither and die.
Maybe your disappointment makes you blind,
But I’ll try to make you see.
Those eyes were never mine,
But at times I wanted to believe.
Maybe you won’t see me again,
I’ll still be a specter.
But I made you happy and made you begin,
I was your most powerful vector.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 9:29 am
Justice For Nature, What Our Feelings Really Hide Every time I feel a day has passed I feel death moving closer.
Why is it here all of a sudden? Does he want any closure?
Why are we here all of a sudden? This earth crumbles beneath our feet.
Do we deserve to live in these circumstances? Are we really complete?
To Hell with everything! To hell with our pride!
I’ll take their lives and what’s rightfully mine!
Nature doesn’t belong to you! It’s ours!
You humans waste your minutes and destroy your hours!
I’ll synthesize a poison, create a weapon.
You will suffer and finally learn a lesson.
Come forth to me dear animals, kill them.
They destroyed their world and no one blames them.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 2:29 pm
// Chronic Lethargy
Pitied life, I watch the knife
It's been living here since grade school
I quit, I drop all of it
The doctors, they've done all that they can do for me
They've run all the blood tests, and they found nothing
It must be something in the brain where they can't see
I've given up breathing because it's just too demanding
I'm too indolent
Feels like I'm a chronic lethargic
Torpid
But there's absolutely nothing wrong
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 3:11 pm
My face is reflected in the water...
It's a shining grin full of hope... Before Sorrow
Here I am, depressed and broken, feeling sorrow and regret for every moment, every feeling I had and every word I spoke, I feel like dying.
The pain begins to flood my body, I wake up from a dream that was real. The pain reminds me that there is still life in me, and I begin to stand up.
Now remembering everything I ever worked for, and everything I ever wanted, I remember what it's like to feel again.
My emotions are overtaken by Hatred; a Hate I don't want to feel; a hate that I can't stand.
It is pain and hate that revive my downfall; it is pain and hate that now cover my soul. But at least with pain I can feel something again, and at least with hate I can feel strength again.
Fill me with pain and hate, before sorrow. ... Or it could be a look of somber silence struggling with fear...
What do you see reflected in your face???
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Puppet on a String Theory Crew
Philosophizing Bibliophile
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Puppet on a String Theory Crew
Philosophizing Bibliophile
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 3:22 pm
My face is reflected in the water...
It's a shining grin full of hope... Schizophrenia
I am wicked, I am mean.
I am sad, I am sin.
Let my hatred fuel my heart. Please don't leave, please, don't depart...
Please sing to me, like the angels sung...
I hate you all... You are my thorn!!! I’m so alone, for my heart's been torn...
Don't help me up... I’ll cut you down!!!
It’s so very quiet, I hear no sound...
I'll make my own path, now step aside!!! All this sorrow I think I'll hide...
I am an animal!!! I am a beast!!!
Help me up, or at least put me down...
Take your shot. It's your only chance!!! Please, just put me in a trance...
I'll get revenge, I swear, I swear it so!!!
My life I hate, I think should go...
I am horror, you, made me. I am depressed, can't you see???
I'll disappear; don't try to change...
I am sickness, and dead, I'll be.
When you come, I shall perish...
I will die!!! That, you can’t deny ... Or it could be a look of somber silence struggling with fear...
What do you see reflected in your face???
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 3:27 pm
My face is reflected in the water...
It's a shining grin full of hope... Masked
I wear a mask, to hide myself. Don't touch it, you may reveal my true self.
Don't touch my mask. You really, shouldn't see... What if- if, you hate what you see; what if they all... Make fun of me???
I've worn these masks for oh, so long. Without them, I don't look too strong. It hides who I am, day after day, but I'm scared that- the real me will start to... Decay.
What will become of me, if I continue to hide??? Will I forever feel this way- trapped, and tied???
My masks may protect my heart and I from others... But yet, we still suffer.
I want the world the see through my masks. So maybe, someday- someday in my happiness, I will bask.
I want the real me to be seen, and maybe for once, I will feel serene.
I- I don't know if I could do this alone. I need to be guided... I need to be shown.
Now there is one thing left to ask...
Will you, please, remove my mask??? ... Or it could be a look of somber silence struggling with fear...
What do you see reflected in your face???
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Puppet on a String Theory Crew
Philosophizing Bibliophile
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