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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
MaskShe wears a mask like it’s nothing.
Sometimes I forget it was made by demons.
I forget there’s a person living behind it.
Bridge ClosedIn the city of spires
thrust upward through the body of cloud
a piercing spike of adrenalin,
as the wind fondly ruffles her hair,
doesn't stop her from jumping up.
Reaching to be seen or saved,
by a city that blinks and misses her -
a temporary peak on the skyline.
Doesn't stop her from slamming
into the steel slashes
of the trainline below.
Even the most beautiful places
to those blinded by the inside-out-agony
of breathing against their will.
The city of spires remember her
as the cause for a bridge closed
on a Sunday.
Poem for My 2nd Semester English Teacher(Short v.)You stapled these words to the page.
Like a modern day tyrant,
You denied them the little humanity
You trapped their souls into
And threw them to the curb,
I understand that certain things
Should be left Inhuman
But we even give hurricanes names.
You taught us to separate the person from the art,
But if the art is about that person, you can’t pull them apart
Raspy Hill"I don't quite feel like myself."
I haven't for a while now.
My mind seems displaced,
Like it's wandered too far away.
"I've been having strange dreams lately."
Images of strange creatures dance in my sleep.
I don't know them but I know they are malicious.
What do they want?
"But now you're here and I'll make you feel right at home."
My saviour, my protector.
You'll guard me from this evil.
"Welcome to Raspy Hill."
This is my hell.
And you'll join me.
I'll make sure of it.
"Enjoy your stay."
FlamesThere are flames where
his head should be -
a poem left in the fireplace,
a dressing gown, a pipe,
forty pieces of silver.
This man promised you a winter
so warm and bountiful
spring would be ashamed.
He called you by name -
not the one that father knew
shoved under his bible.
But the one left behind
in the branches,
in the bucket of brambles,
and the columbines
buried at your feet.
Stones on the battlefield,
surrender in the grass.
What did his face
even look like behind the curtain,
counting those coins
and loosening the damp earth
from your shoes?
a love poemlike a dictionary ripe
with salted, sun spotted
words that emanate power
and splendor, i am unable
to describe you.
each one of us carries cemeteries beneath our skinyou are not the only one
to walk like there are
who looks both ways
before crossing the road
"knew a girl who";
you are alive
and you will experience
hurt, and you will
be so thankful
for every painful breath you take
because it's better than when
everything goes quiet
and all you feel is exhaustion.
there is more than just
one cold snap
before you enter
the winter of your life.
there are spells
of sadness and rage,
hate and denial
of all that you know
and all that you deserve;
and you are not the only one
to fight for everyday you are here,
alive and breathing
and striving to thrive
on such an unforgiving planet,
in such a world
that births emotional deserts
in its people;
you are not the only one
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
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