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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?
Universe Inside Herthere is a universe inside her
systems upon systems
sometimes they collide,
or overlap and pass
some bright and expansive
as newly forming stars
some dark and vacuous
as old ones collapsing
there is a universe beside me
in this bed, she is my earth
hills and valleys
through shared rock shelves
our collection of mismatched
objects and moments
fractured and whole
to the balance
and gravity between us
our lives combine here
we heal and break
in the shared ache
of empty and full
there is a universe inside us
around us, with
and without us
our moons mature
spin off and center
their own galaxies
and we'll be here
in the shared ache
for our new
from the starline
Our destiny is determined
Reliving the past
Enduring the suffering
Visions of the future
Endeavours to come
Representing life as a whole
the gardenersMy father is a good man.
His hands, dry and
callused, carry a case
of Corona Lite
to the gardeners in
Big-brimmed hats cast
shadows down their faces,
and a pile of thick,
gray gloves lies
on the glass table.
The beer looks like liquid
gold in those clear bottles,
and condensation clings
to the glass like the sweat
beading at their brows.
My father and the gardeners
drink, laughing like they’ve
known one another for years.
There is nothing
that brings men together
better than beer
on a hot day.
grow upyou say
i am weak
i have never
worked for anything
i am not sorry
i should take
the pills the doctor
i will never
know what it is to
hurt the way that you hurt,
plant me in the ground
listen to the way my nature sounds
when i turn from something black
to something luminous, proud
you turned me into a shadow, you prick
remember that? remember this?
yeah, the condom broke, you
piece of shit, at least i tried
to be careful, at least when
you cried, i kissed your
say what you want
about my judgment.
my immaturity, my general
lack of readiness for
anything. but i was good
to you, and i tried,
and i am sorry that
you hurt so much
that you can't
do it as elegantly
as i can.
you have never
learned to love
the grit: the place
where my spirit sags,
where my love
as if biology could have been any clearer,
cleaning your spit from my bedroom mirror-
i can smell your genes and
they smell fucking good to me,
but i keep telling myself,
9 Countenances for the Curious1.
My limbs have become instruments,
but, unlike the piano of your memories,
I am still not anyone's to play.
I think I am finite,
that the limits of me are dictated
by flesh and numbers
on an inverted scale
but the dog on my lap
doesn't care what I weigh;
she wants only
to love me and be loved.
the pain that anchors you
strains your back,
the ship of your life
is hamstrung upon a reef
and you think you are watching
a dolphin at play
but siren songs deceive you.
my ship sank beneath the waters
years ago, this bubble of life
sustains me even as i drown:
there are storms in the depths
of me, and you see only
the ocean's calm.
At 7, I swallowed stories
like candy; didn't understand
that too much leaves you bloated.
At 17, I breakfasted on books
like pancakes; too caught up
to tell (some things should be special).
At 27, I feasted on fiction
like home-cooked meals; didn't know
some of it could poison you.
At 37, I hope I will be picking
at poetry; letting the flavours
of the words
The Washed MindI have let the difficulties flood my body
From head, the worries slip to my heart
like children falling through the cracks
of some broken floor
under which is nothing besides me
My mind is melting from the inside
Swarmed by maggots and the meaningless questions:
Would my mind work better
without all these walls
stopping it from evolving?
Where did these obscene problems come from?
Surely my mind was born free
Surely my opinions exist somewhere...
Or is freedom nothing but a joke
to the true me?
So, I ate nails and needles to clear my mind
The bleeding and the pain
were both evil and refreshing
I have learned the lesson
fairy tales are the shadows on my eyes
Now my mind is clear as melting glass
running down my cold spine
washing away the sins,
violent thoughts and sorrowful memories
from the edge of my past
novago out there
in the early hours.
disturb the stars
in that waiting room sky.
I hope something
other than humanity
can remember these moments
once we are gone;
our white dwarf
and our tiny writhings
that we bother to count
coefficientsi cut the line at church today.
went into that dim room,
the one where you can't see who's there,
knew enough from the movies to
sit down and ask the curtain to
forgive me for i have sinned
and the faint light quivered
as he and she and the air
all laughed and god came
down and looked me in the eye
and in that darkness asked me
why i'd wasted his time repeating
what every goddamn person and animal
and plant had already told him-
said you think you're all unique
and i'm damn near at the end of my patience
with telling you that you're not-
i cut the line at church today
and saw some of god's skeletons
hanging in his closet.
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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