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Green ChairA young man sat there,
in a chair that conformed to his body,
green and uncomfortable.
He was looking out the 2nd floor window
watching people coming in and going out.
His laptop warmed his thighs,
beads of sweat formed on his back and neck
A single tear stained his cheek.
He was writing a poem of pain.
He wanted nothing more
than for the poem to come true
He was writing a poem of pain.
He was writing...
It's YouIt's the light rain on my face.
It's the smell of morning dew.
It's the sun's warm embrace.
That reminds me of you.
It's all the memories of us.
It's how we never part.
It's our deep, limitless, trust,
That keeps you in my heart.
It's not about the mistakes we made
It's that in each other we see our best
It's about how our love will never fade,
That you make me forget the rest.
It's your little quirks.
It's how you made my heart anew.
It's how we forget our little irks.
It's how I knew... it's you.
What am I to write about?What am I to write about when everything I think of has been written about before
Every line and every rhyme in my head has been thought of already
Every situation that has affected me, others have already explored
Forcing rhymes, distorting the flow, my thoughts refuse to be steady
Yet I try and try to do my best but my best isn't better than the rest.
Love poems are chilling and killing my precious thoughts
Poems about nature have been beaten like the path that has been traveled by
I'm too happy to write about hatred for it makes me so distraught
Inspirational poems decimate my "what 'If'" scenarios, but I will continue to try
For if I try and try to do my best someday my best might compare to the rest.
I can't compare to famous poets like Poe and Shakespeare, Frost or Walt.
And what about Dickenson? Shel? Byron? Whitman? or Hughes?
So many great writers that my thought process might as well come to a halt.
No matter how I word it, my poems will never make the big news!
So why try an
Sonnet 2I saw your face today,
so I smiled and waved.
You looked down in dismay.
I can't believe how we both behaved.
My smile faded as I walked away,
you didn't give me a second glance.
I had nothing to say.
Should I have given you another chance?
I shouldn't be acting like this,
I am with someone new,
yet my thoughts still persist.
Do I still miss you?
As awful as we were to each other,
you will always be my first true lover.
Today has been a beautiful dayToday has been a beautiful day.
The skies thick with graying clouds
while fierce breezes blow dirt around
The dead grass shimmers a lovely shade of brown
not a single ray of light to be found.
The mood is brooding and everyone is sad
they're shut up inside but I couldn't be more glad.
For the grass, to me, looks to be greening
and the clouds don't look so bad.
The winds seem to be dying,
and I ain't even mad.
Some people hate these dark days,
I would have to say that I usually do too,
But it flew by in a blurry haze,
Cause time flies when I'm with you.
The Elementals: Rise of the Shinobi Chapter 1 pt 4Dawn sat down with her girlfriends while Gabriel found his friend, Terra, sitting all by himself, not moving and focusing on the whiteboard, which was completely blank.
“Woah, control your excitement, Terra! I know it’s the first day of school and all but that doesn’t mean you have to act like wild-child!”
Gabriel said with a smirk as he patted Terra on the back. Terra rolled his eyes, shook his head, and let out a short laugh. Terra and Gabriel had been best friends for as long as Gabriel could remember and, for as long as Gabriel could remember, Terra had always been a quiet type of person. His black hair was only a few shades darker than his skin; he almost never smiled or talked, and he towered over everybody in the entire school. Maybe it was because of his height that it looked like he had no muscle but Terra could pack a punch. Gabriel was thankful of this; one night during their freshman year Gabriel and Terra were walking home from a foot ball game and
Sonnet 3This smile has not been real for quite some time,
But this shroud of sadness has been lifted.
The breaking of one's heart should be a crime.
The reason behind my smile has shifted.
The pain a person can cause is shocking,
I used to think mine was unbearable.
Others' happiness seemed to be mocking
no previous pain was comparable
Time seemed to be my only remedy
Days, weeks, months, and years have all passed me by.
I met a friend, you, that all do envy.
That day I was healed, the day you said "hi"
I am feeling better, it must be true,
the happiness I have is thanks to you.
Sonnet 1In the morning light
when I see your beautiful face,
your eyes shine bright,
my heart starts to race.
In the afternoon hue
when your hair starts to gleam,
and it's just me and you,
you make my love teem.
In the evening glow
when you're in full splendor,
you're all that I know,
I will love you so tender.
My love for you will never fetter.
Than you? There are none better.
Let's Kill TonightThat blonde, she's a bomb, she's an atom bomb.
I knew I wouldn't forget you, and so I went and let you blow my mind.
This place about to blow.
Lace up your shoes, eyo, eyo, here's how we do,
We're the kids in America woah-oh,
Take my hand and come with me cause you look so fine and I really want to make you mine.
Tonight you're falling in love, this feeling's tearing me up.
If I had to choose her or the sun, I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun.
She's got all the right moves in all the right places,
And the moments when my good times start to fade, you make me smile.
The room's hush hush and now's our moment,
I wanna make you feel like you're the only girl in the world.
Four a.m. we ran a miracle mile, we're flat broke but hey we do it with style.
All the crazy shit we did tonight; those will be the best memories.
I still can't keep the day from ending,
Baby please don't go.
The the morning comes.
When can I see you again?
.some people are dead
long before they die -
there's just no burial
for the spirit
.just try not to
that memory, that one
wolf that calls
for the rest
of the pack;
you'll spend all
with them inside
gossamer loveyou will love a woman
who uses the word
too often. she will
diagnose dead artists' descents
into madness and laugh
too loudly at jokes
no one understands.
she will braid crowns of
flowers, she will write poems
in constellations, she will
try to walk like a dancer so
no one can hear her
leave. she will be
an ice sculpture, and when
she cries, you'll convince yourself
she's melting, she loves you, you've
changed her, you've
changed; she will wear you
like a comma, like
an incomplete thought,
in her story, and
she will leave you wondering
a little more
(or maybe we'd just go broke).
When they say something's wrong with youI’m going to be shamelessly honest
and say the more I see of life
the less I think it’s worth living,
because let’s face it,
it doesn’t truly get better
it just changes;
suffering and loss
are hurdles on a never-ending
that you’re expected to run
for the rest of your life.
And God help you
if you don’t want to run it
because that means something's wrong with you.
That means you’re crazy.
I’m going to be fearless
and say something that no one wants
to hear, or is likely to believe:
the “right to life” is a myth,
because to have a right
is to have a choice
and life is an obligation.
To want to end it
means you need “help”—
either in the form of a crucified savior
or an expert with a Ph.D. and an eagerness
to label you.
All it really means is that you
don’t want to run that damn obstacle course,
and you shouldn’t have to
because you were never given a choice
from the beginning,
FogI miss the early morning
and sourdough bread
at the old wooden table
by the bay
silent ghosts hover
above the water
until the sun
gently found a way
to haunt them
somewhere inside me
hide old visions
but long ago
they stopped coming out
to take shape
like a morning fog, is lost
to the rising sun
silent as the dawn
you turned out to be
not an image
something else, real
yet somehow formless.
I now wonder
if you remember our
early morning coffee
Do ghosts have memories?
Perhaps that is all
that memories are.
A mad light,
Dances in dull eyes,
Wrapped in glee,
Dead is he.
Let the insanity consume,
Let the madness free,
Hide no longer,
Let all see,
The madness inside.
A shadow cast long,
Darkness mutters gleefully,
Finally set free.
A mind already broken,
Bursts and spews,
Who dares face the blight?
Shudder and shake,
From madness’s true face,
Handsome is he,
One who lets death roam free.
martyr in the first degreei.
my weak frame
and dark surges
are not worth
and you should not
have been forced
to set foot
on this earth
who am i
to claim "father"
is not assured?
that this world
would spare me
of the evil
has been nursing
and leaves you
o, my son,
i will never
stories from wonderlandthis is all
real, realer than I'd
like; my friends are ghosts
passing through the skeleton of me.
I am afraid of their words,
trailing from their lips
like wisps of smoke;
I have secondhand self-esteem
issues. and you,
you are more handsome now
than you ever were before
I was blinded by the
light. you hurt
like I do and in a world
of painkillers and
existential numbness that
is the fucking world, you hurt
like I do and you try
to shake it from your skin
like a shiver. you look at me
like I'm a natural disaster
and I guess I'm shivering, too, but
not for the same reason.
I don't know how to live
without wanting to die; you were
supposed to be the adventure
through unfamiliar territory
but you left
like I should.
I understand what it is
now to need someone. every
irregular heartbeat is a mini.eclipse
and I need that spark
so badly; I need you
to light me from
the inside like a lantern
this fear of the dark
IronyI asked for it.
I wanted it so desperately.
Oh, how I thought I needed it.
I pathetically yearned for it,
making stupid reasons as to why it should be mine.
It would be everything I needed and more.
It would calm me in times of anxiety.
It would raise my spirits in times of sorrow.
It would accompany me in times of loneliness.
I had given everything for it.
Then I realized
it only brought upon me more stress
it only brought upon me more sorrow
it only brought upon me more loneliness.
I asked for it,
I received it.
I never wanted it.
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