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Curiously BaitedThomas lived on my street
For many years I saw that flop of hair
His poise and gestures returning when he saw me
And I sketched out the possibilities of him tripping
That boy, Thomas
Eyes; like that of winter
A face that only a mother could love
With his gapped teeth
Gestures to me in such a manner I did not understand
His pile was out back
And he the captain of what he called “ship”
In more so missing the letter T in replacement of P
Once invited me to join him
And my reply was ignoring
And that language was blunt
Body clutched like an angry animal
Never understanding what I meant
He’d ask and shrug his tiny shoulders
Taking strings and bits of board out back
Colouring them as if he owned the place
It was just garbage to me
But to him
And I could never understand Thomas Turnpipe
And his cardboard tugboat he called ship
And I could never understand why he tried
To make me join him
Curiosity struck me
A Child's HairThey're changing me, They're changing me!
To this I did not agree!
Today they cut my hair
scissors here and there
A fit I will give you
For a change is something new
I'm Not sitting in this chair
Not even with your glare
Not sitting to be changed
I don't need to be rearranged
A nervous chatter in my jaw
A gentle grab from your claw
and you there "You're embarrassing us"
But I NEED to put up a fuss!
Do you know how horrible that was?
Of course not, no adult does
Today they have changed me
An aspect I do not want to see
and looking through a clouded eye
Do you know what I realize?
Well, it's still there
No need for me to become mad
"It doesn't look half-bad."
A MadDear chemical imbalance
Dear sudden acts of Violence
To a Sunday morning cartoon
That lasts 'till noon
Dear fits of Impurity
To all the do's and don't's I've ever had
To every single moment mad
Dear rage like thundered nights
Dear warmth of sudden brights
To days where nothing lasts
To moments I could not grasp
An hour of sleep inside my cave
an hour of peace for I am brave
No monster am I for things I've done
Not shamed by battles I had not won
Dear ember night shade
Dear place where I laid
To that smell of calm
To the ache in my palm
I did not mean to yell
Control came fast, but fell
I chose to think instead of speak
I chose to yell and instead be weak
Dear my own embrace
I don't even like this place
Dear what you thought I'd need
You who thinks to feed
To my friends who sit and wait
To everyone who tempted fate
Dear you who was always there
Dear ones who think without care
You we're always there inside my soul
and without you I would not be whole.
The Addict, RottenHis breath like a smoking pipe
like a fresh graze of something ripe
She, a little tall
together since the fall
His nose, so cold as he kissed
His habit it won't be missed
His tone a harsh and rotten one
although she trusts what he's never done
A sleaze, an addict
With more than one to depict
She left now and won't be taken
by the habit he's forsaken
The smell of smoke too strong
She picked herself up "So long."
He is now inhabited by a fate
far worse than ones of late
She left him alone to crawl
but that didn't help or worsen him at all
I am the master of my wordI am the master of my own world
I am what I decide and do
because there is a difference in action
and sitting by
When I say something
When I write it down
There is a difference in reading it out loud
and reading it inside
There is a whole new meaning when I recite the words I have created
and when you THINK you understand them
Don't abide by the rules of structure
Don't shun me because I can't spell
What's the difference in the words
Your, You're, threw and through
They sound the same out loud
except one is Your and one is through
but the message is simple
you don't need a dictionary to speak your mind
you're what your mind speaks
and even though you sit through it all
You never threw anything away
and that is the difference in the words
because if you say it like you mean it
it must mean what you say
I am not a poet
I am no writer or speaker
I am what I want to be in the words I speak
and if you have an issue with how I present those words
Clearly you're not listening
to what Im throw
FreedomSometimes it's nice to just take a walk somewhere.
Sometimes in late day and night when the moon is out and the sun is gone or going, when the feeling of being together is gone for a moment and all you can hear is the pounding of your own heart beat.
Often times it's fine to experience something emotional, just like it's perfectly normal to never. Even as the days go by and all the people you knew grow older together with you, you haven't changed at all. The smiles, the laughs remain the same and you just accept that.
Sometimes you just take a metaphorical walk and in a single moment you're flying off into a dream world with everything you ever loved gone in a single stroke. Sometimes it's okay to be angry, smash a pumpkin in with a bat and nail something to a fence. Have you have grabbed a hammer and just smashed it so hard on the wall you felt the ground shake? Have you ever just waited for a moment in the embrace of anger and just feel great?
You are power and no one can take that f
I am a Writer because...I am a Writer because my creative juice runs dry
Because sometimes, my pages cry
A writer because I don't need to be
Never really expecting what I see
to come out on paper
So clean and so dapper
I am a writer because my characters act alone
I do not run their lives like I do my own
A writer because I don't care sometimes
Keeping up with all the correct lines
and my grammar is not the best
and I digress
I am a writer because it's better to speak
sometimes, more often I'm weak
because it's nice to be heard in letters
A writer like all the others
My stories may not be well done
but in my mind description may never come
I am a writer because I get surprised
by all the things my characters do in their lives
and I do not expect to be right
A writer because I may not want to tonight
and often when the story is done
I am a writer, because it's fun.
Okay now, queue the stageOkay now, queue the stage
Opening scene, to savor a page
I've seen your face, I know your eyes
Who are you? He'd answer Demise
A word I would assume was bad
But listen now my young lad
A Monster is not someone to fear
He lives everywhere, even here
He may be scary
but listen closely
Remember the company that you keep
You'll be safe once you sleep
I ask if you got scared?
Perhaps from the things I shared
You say 'NO!, not one bit"
I ask you why? "Because monsters, they dont exist"
Good-ByeTime has gone, time has past.
Lovers made, lovers lost.
Beauty gone, through all I've seen
Moments made, in soft seam.
Journey travailed, though and through
No more time, for me and you.
Seasons where, I wish I could
Hold your hand, like we would.
Friends I've lost, ones I've gained
Nights where, my eyes rained.
Holding hands, where lovers slept
Remember now, just how we met.
Want more time, the clock is on
Turn it off, no more gong.
Seconds zoomed, minutes faded
All this time, never wasted.
So many things, can happen now
I think it's time, just take a bow.
All in all, it's been fun
You and I, the show is done.
Glad we've played, it's all won
Time for us, to just move on.
Today is a regular day for other people
4/13 is just a regular Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday
However, for us
For us Homestuckers
It's not just only a day,
But it's a day that we are all know.
A day when our fandom started
When it ran for a person's mind,
And jump on the Internet and stayed in our hearts
A day a certain boy and a certain girl was born
Which they became iconic
And kick start our random filled adventure
A day where we, Homestuckers,
Remember 4 kids, 4 guardians,
12 trolls and their similar counterparts
A day when we have parties,
Meet up, cosplay as our favorite characters
And join together as this special day goes by
And just because this fandom happen,
And another fandom blossom;
Which is only about fandoms
Is not just a regular day
This day is special
It was our first day as a fandom
And it maybe our last
However, we will show our respect
We will survive as long as the ever-lasting sun
We will go on and on
Today is not a regular day...
Personality AwarenessI can't
"just feel better",
"just stop worrying",
"just get over it",
"just be happy",
"just control yourself",
I carry the illness,
and you don't know what's it's like
to be haunted by real life nightmares,
whispers from nowhere
and imaginary hurt,
it's hard for me
to control myself
so I won't be able to hurt people,
so I won't be able to hurt their feelings,
I'm really trying to,
why can't you?
A Priceless FutureA Priceless Future.
Pretty soon we'll need to make payments
Just to be able to walk the pavement.
This added to the taxes on our bank statements.
Proves that any sort of personal attainment,
Will be shared with the government agents.
It’s blatant, we‘re a part of a money laundering arrangement.
Of which there is an infinite number of replacements.
Who are praying and waiting for your disengagement.
Longing for the day that you will become complacent.
Because a filled position in this day in age will always be vacant.
I call this, the reincarnation of enslavement.
A Racial StereotypeHe is a bumbling idiot.
He never gets anything right
Even the simplest of endeavors
Becomes a full out catastrophe.
And he speaks
As if there is not a single language
In The Galaxy
He has properly learned.
They look at him,
And see a stereotype.
A poor reflection of something black.
I look at him,
And I see a seven foot tall lizard.
If I could speak plainly:
Jar Jar Binks
Is not a racial stereotype.
There is no universe
Where that makes
Any amount of sense.
And you look at me,
I could see it.”
If you do not see
The irony here
Then allow me to explain you something.
If you see idiot,
And think black
Are the racist one here.
And blaming someone else
Now don’t pretend
You are blind to race
Do not try to play like
The soldier in this war
You don’t even know what side you’re fighting for.
A racial stereotype
Is a misleading representation
Of an ethn
Radio Yesterday (Young Poetry - Contest Entry)
Conflict cursed by who we are
deserts drowning doubt who we were
I do not understand
the meaning of warfare or warmth
so I stand here in the steepest sands
I have a multicultural
feeling murdering my mindless mind
from all the magical memories
I batter behind
Conflict cluttering all of my crowns
rusting a reprise re-approaching the grains
giving glittering german nazis gangster games
Lifeboats linger along the land leaving families
left to drown deeper down dirty dolphin homes
hung higher than hackney men mumbling mysteriously
back to their homes heaving backwards
beating blackberries burning brains
bleach breaking blazing blinds
guns grave great gents
idols inspirations icebergs intentions
Follow the doll dusted downstairs
follow the blizzard beating bears
fall down dirty ditches where you will stay
disturbing daylight, disturbing days
John Lennon on the floor
Laws leaving because of souls
Martin Luther King Jr is gone
Farewell Freddie, forever loved
In My Bath Tub Last NightDon't tell me that what I deal with everyday is not worth my broken bones and slit up wrists.
Don't tell me that in time I can be fixed.
Your perfect god cannot heal all wounds.
Maybe your god is not as perfect as you think
But then again maybe I am the one that's wrong.
It doesn't matter.
I no longer care.
Because you see when I was crying you weren't there.
You didn't';t see my tears or feel my pain.
And maybe my words are just escaped fragments of dust that can creep out of my cracking walls.
built up so high as if to protect me from unknown dangers.
Maybe this prophesied prodigal son is not so perfect...
This poem is for every teenager leaning over the edge of a three story building tonight...
This poem is for every one with a gun raised to his temple at this moment..
This poem Is not about suicide,
But it is about survival.
You know that I know that you think that you are ready to die.
But don't pull the trigger.
Listen. To my softly spoken plea...
I've been where you are tonight.
'poetry'one latin name for a human bone
a long lost love affair from afar
random line breaks
one pint of blood
SimpleSoy yo objeto de furia y naturaleza inacabada
que tiene el simple fin de ser para ser solo,
y descontento con la condición de alma en cuerpo prisionera,
reacciona mi fisis rompiendo poco a poco mi sangre y venas.
Mas tres fueron los que me crearon,
cada cual con una idea de ser humano idealizado,
y aunque el viento pudo darme amparo,
lo hicieron la luz y el fuego, dejando mi ser desfigurado.
Y penetrar la raza de los que árboles nacieron
me obliga a destilar veneno de sangre turbia y oscuro fuego,
brebaje de carne que ellos temerían,
que quemará mis venas y huesos de carbono y acero.
Pues yo soy para ser solo,
condición perenne que en todo me dará caza,
lo afirmo viendo los nueve mundos:
soledad eterna de un aesir sin culto, sin nada.
Te extraño, mi Gaia,
te extraño con toda mi alma.
De Cipris renuncio en vida
porque solo sentido tendría
si tú estuvieses conmigo, unidos,
destino de mi familia
no muerto en un chiste p
A Lesson in Rhymecan I accept the establishment?
Even through a punishment
and it isn't the people who see through the glass
it's if you stay in and keep in the class
Knowledge, it isn't much to say
I have too much do in my words to pay
off my dues
cause I get to choose
How can you be butch
acting like nothing happened before
when in reality it's sharper then the chore
and I came from a family who had it rough
Through moments and singles, you understand enough?
Cause in relativity
You can't get
in my met
in my shoes
in my dues
Through the door
walk into a world you never knew before
cause' that's me
waiting on three
we need a little time for bustle
get with the ruffle
through the cuffle
I got zipped and muffled
through the house
in little time I came to you
and what did you tell me to do?
lay down and sleep
don't you peep
didn't believe the rye
this is not a book
and it's a novel, just take a look
Page through page
I got a path to go, rage
is the emotion
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