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Pen to paper.Pen to paper, I write a thought
Single list of what has been taught
Lessons handed down by life
Leaving marks in me like a knife
Through blood, sweat, and tears
I have lost hope to my own fears
Yet on my knees I still build
Building what is left unfulfilled
Close to finish, but never done
I slave under the moon and sun
The cold is my sign that I live
Cold driven by fear, I survive
I keep moving, trying to move past
But I as start the unknown comes fast
Suffocating me till I yield to it
Taking from me, leaving my wrists slit
Blood pours forth as my ink
With each written word, makes link
A link tying me to this paper
As I write my last word, I am gone in a vapor
False DreamsAs we meet within the false sense of dreams
I hold past knowledge, about to bust at the seams
Emotions not felt for years come like new
I can say that you are truly rare and few
I stand cold and numb to this
I know the feeling of hatred and bliss
But I feel only nothing but remorse
Is this hell or heaven, a repeat or recourse
I fall to my knees as blood covers my hands
Heavy soul and body, as if covered in iron bands
As I stare at you, I stand up
You come to me silently and hand me a cup
Filled with blood and tears
From only what of love's taught fears
I drink hoping this will destroy the past
Everything grows dark suddenly and fast
Only to see your angelic face drift away
Encased by the night, left by the immortal day
I fall into the darkness of my own self hell
Nothing fills my core, as I hear only a single bell
I beg to know what is a dream and what is real
I want no more lies, just what is true, i want to feel
For so long I have numb myself to protect
Only to hold off the pain unti
As we dance in black upon starsAs we dance in black upon stars
Music and lights, ease the scars
staring not into the nothingness
but into your eyes full of happiness
above the earthly heaven
we beyond our ether seven
as space and time swirls around
we behold nothing but loves sound
hearts beat as one
to be bathed light of moon and sun
life stands still as we drift to the unknown
the last of light fading leaves your face
leaving only the darkness in its place
Yet like a flame your blue eyes shine
like emeralds, I know your mine
we drift, whispering love, to me you call
as like a shooting star together we free fall
The Green tree....The Green tree...
As a young woman sat beside a green tree
She said goodbye to a young man off to war
To meet near the tree, they swore
She always said my love will come back to me
She sat there unwavering for many of years
She would sing of her love to fight the fears
The locals were cruel and mocked her song
But she still she sang for him who her heart belong
As the years went on the woman sat there
From gold to a silver color changed her hair
She never wept nor gave up, as she sat under the tree
The locals told stories of how once was her beauty
The tree grew old and died, the woman still sat and wait
Still waiting for her most beloved, one and only mate
After years of waiting a song bird came with note
It told of her love and how he went down with the boat
She smiled as she closed her eyes as her life came to an end
She stood up and went to where the tree once stood for years then
Her chest grew and burst forth with limbs, branches, and a trunk of a green tree
Her time of waiting h
As we float in the love of ourAs we float in the love of ours
Time is lost in the hours
So close in our lovers hold
But to others, this is too bold
Close minds keep us in dark
Dirty looks as we sit in the park
Muttering hateful speech as we kiss
Making it anger instead of bliss
So let us sail to the moon
And return not too soon
Not until the world can love as one
Until then we will watch the moon and sun
Rise and fall over and over
So let us wish on this four leaf clover
And hope it grants our needed wish
To the black space with a silent swish.
VD poemTaunted by the past, I now live in fear
I am left dried and to weep not a tear
I hang my head ever so low
I carried on for one I didn't know
I stumbled like a drunk across her
At first with the pain I couldn't be sure
But slowly in secret I gained the strength
As my knowledge her grew in length
The past still I bear and carry with me
But with her I know I am free as I can be
With each passing trail of my soul
She was the glue to keep me whole
So calmed the storm within my head
She gave life to what I thought was dead
My heart beats with the sound of her voice
When i see her. I can do nothing be rejoice
I gained the courage to confront the past
As for the war isn't over, I still hold fast
With her at my side I shall never waver
For I can never repay the favor
The favor she did in saving my life
I can do only so much, so I made her my wife
Until death do us part and beyond
She shall be my love ever so fond
"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply giv
the truth about growing up
1. It's easier when you don't think.
1. It starts early,
on a cloudy day when you recall
the 'childhood memories' of
two summers ago,
that's when you start your backslide into
2. On the bright side
you won't notice this until you're
good and ripe in age,
so maybe it doesn't matter
3. That tightness in your chest?
The feeling that you're not ready
to take on the rest of your life; it
4. It stews in the pit of your stomach
makes you doubt,
but there will be days when you look back
on the mountains you climbed -
the raging rivers you crossed -
and you'll have a sneaking suspicion you were
more prepared than you thought.
5. There's nothing like your own bed.
6. Laundry will never smell right
without mom's sweat and tears.
But you still have to separate lights from darks,
keep the zippers pulled tight
and the buttons unhooked.
7. There is comfort in your parents' presence.
8. Things change
the future gnaws and rips
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
LullabyHush, my baby,
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
Darkest MoonI celebrate my right to live;
To the dismay of some, perhaps
It should be noted
These words I write, however true
Are only portions of the moon
I’ve decide to shine light upon.
But who am I to preach respect?
Who Am I to preach equality?
An advocate for re-personification
Of the female gender
But exhibits cannibalistic characteristics
Within dark spaces.
I am a shadow
Hidden within an Eggshell, painted pink,
Waiting to hatch.
Is the darkness
The night brought upon us.
CarolineYou loved the fire
of rogues -
imperfect men who shot up
the endings of the day
and drank down
too much beauty.
And like one of them,
you bellied with rebellion,
felt his tense seed
toil where women
and craved his notoriety.
Poor girl -
his verses won the day
and the call of words
was too fickle a lover
for any constant star.
Don't blame yourself -
are more attractive
and all poets are
Stranger's funeralUnder the clouds
Under the rain
Staring at the coffin
At a stranger's funeral
We're all alone
Feeling the storm
But not the pain
For he's but a stranger
And the graves around us
Are just there
Keeping us company
During this empty moment
things to tell you before i leave for collegeto mrs hatcher:
i promise that one day i will write that poem you asked me for
(the only thing you ever asked me for)
and i will finally tell you that you deserve
so much more.
to mr. walker:
i promise that i will not pity you.
i promise that i will not envy you.
i promise that you will always be one of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.
i promise to always be grateful.
i promise to be careful.
i promise to be crazy.
i promise that i will remember what it feels like to be needed
and what it feels like to let someone who needs you down.
i promise that i will never resent you for asking for help
and that i will always be there when you do.
i promise that even sixty years from now,
i will not be surprised to find a letter from you in my mailbox.
i promise to always remember what it felt like to be young and crazy with you,
how scared and lonely we were.
i will remember that we both survived it,
and that we'll survive this, too.
You Were Born Missing SomethingYour skin is glazed with crystals of frost
and your heart's valves are close to
freezing shut tight
from being devoid of something
Though I am torrents of hail, whirling storms,
warm tears streaking,and tornadoes of rage
that flow uncontrollably through my veins
and out of my mouth,
every breath near you is warm
because your words are so cold
I am a natural disaster at its finest
with bones twisted in painful angles
and a crooked spine
you were born spineless
Act. Final MomentsI disconnect from the world to only ease the pain
If only for a second then I will take it every single one
Just lifting thoughts off my shoulders that weigh a ton
The fire behind these once driven eyes are gone
Self destruction by your hand, with the unsung song
A song that has been passed down from those who cant see
Encircled words that form the notes that are not to be
The ones that cause thoughts leave open cuts upon the flesh
So open and free flowing they never heal for they are fresh
The words that are scars upon then skin
Shall never be seen again
With out a sign of concern, not even a tear
The one thing you are know is about to disappear
Disappearing into the one place you could never reach
The lessons that are displayed on my back, lessons to shun and teach
Never to be given the time of day
Lost and confuse nothing to say
I know now to be silent and act my age
To take the final bow and leave this stage
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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