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Post by ienzo6 on Oct 13, 2006 16:40:12 GMT -5
Hmm, I actually have something for this thread... 'Tis a bit odd... I haven't been in a dark mood lately, but I've had lines of this in my head, and I finally bothered to write 'em down while I was bored in Physics class. Like it, love it, hate it, do what you wanna, but here I go. Untitled
Love is blind. Hate is deaf.
My mind cannot see. My heart cannot hear. My soul cannot feel. All paths lie in darkness...
My sense of duty... My sense of pain... My sense of what is right... All are lost.
I cannot see what exists right before my eyes. I cannot hear those who call my name. I cannot feel they who - for reasons I cannot grasp - love me.
I am blind. I am deaf. I fail to feel... I fail to live...
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Post by Robert Shaw on Oct 17, 2006 19:42:29 GMT -5
I Can't Say Goodbye Tragedy strikes at sixteen years It's a Friday afternoon I feel I've cried all my tears But I cannot say goodbye to you No. No. No. I cannot say it, I will not say it I cannot say goodbye to you...
The tide turned and took you away I feel like I've got a hole in me I can't find any words to say This simply just cannot be But I cannot say goodbye to you No. No. No. I cannot say goodbye to you...
I saw you the Monday after that You were cold and still with peace I'd give up everything I have To see you walk this Earth again. But I cannot say goodbye to you No. No. No. I cannot say goodbye to you...
They laid you down the very next morn I was there smong others, true Surely, Death is battle worn After striking down your life from you But I cannot say goodbye to you No. No. No. I cannot say goodbye to you...
Goodbye shall never escape my lips Not so long as I hold breath Not even as I cash in my chips Goodbye does not exist in death
But I cannot say goodbye to you No. No. No. I cannot say goodbye to you...
Claude Patrick Matic September 6 1990--October 6, 2006 Delaware Military Academy Cadet Brother Neighbor Friend
"And how only the good die young stops me in my tracks"
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Post by Artemis Tayern on Jan 2, 2007 17:30:13 GMT -5
It seems an addition is in order so you resident softie psycho Snake had come up with something short to share, I put an length edited version in my Sig. We Shall Not Go Quietly Line up to be counted, All in a row they want you to rot, Line up to be shot,
Stand, Stand up and fight, I shalt not go quietly into the night, I will not let the dark consume me,
I will not line up, Blood of our brothers will be shed I will fight For the right to survive
I ain't really a Poet so if you want to help me out tell me what is good about this and what you don't like.
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Killing time and two birds.[on:Eyes open.][of:Eyes closed.]
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Post by Shay M. Loire on Jan 15, 2007 17:35:21 GMT -5
For my english assignment, I had to write a poem. 14-20 lines, no rules on rhyming. So I concocted this from-- yess-- personal experience.
Darling, Not Mine
If only you would look at me, darling, Then I would allow myself to paint the sky. I'd breathe life into words, Just to show you how I feel.
If only you would talk to me, darling, Then I'd say everything on earth possible, Ugly words would blossom to beauty And I'd write them down for you to see.
If only you would touch me, darling, I wouldn't let cynnicism be my bible, my life, And people like you would be able to enter. My skin would feel happier, and the soul inside it, too.
If only you would befriend me, darling, Only then would I allow my own rules to burn into ash, I would feel my freedom and my love for you, oh so freely.
If only you would love me, darling-- Please love me! Then I can tell myself this pain's darkness will be lighted.
But you don't love me, darling. Do you? For that, I will do nothing.
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Post by Keagan Gerislynn on Feb 5, 2007 12:38:23 GMT -5
From Writing Poetry. Father Said Mother wasn't a Mother Father said Mother wasn't a mother the trees knew what he meant as they bent in the breeze of a may day Father said Father was trying his hardest birds chirped their agreement from fencelines along the street Mother assented without rebuke flop-eared rabbits were confused by the unnatural cold beneath their feet Mother is Mother Father Father and waves crash noiselessly when noone's around
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Post by echo on Mar 12, 2007 22:51:39 GMT -5
Cold December A blanket of winter snow To warm the womb of earth And shield it from the lack of light Dark things emerge on dark nights
But at dawns fist light Good things chase away all darks night
Birth of flower from mother ground Birth of boy from (the) sand Here him crying Listen to the sound
The future in his hands There is wisdom in his voice Sprung from earth His curse and his joy Is to care for the very same turf That gave him his birth
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Post by Keagan Gerislynn on Mar 13, 2007 8:40:42 GMT -5
Well of Confusion
Night arrives. I fall in line. We play follow-the-leader among the stars. Great burning orbs of acidic gases Burn the touch until Sun wakes and smiles Shushes and comforts Tucking my exhausted form into its blanket of denial. My secret hiding place.
Only Night and Sun can find me. Sometimes Night plays tricks Jumping during Sun's reign only to fall prematurely. She always finds me at night, though. Our game is ritual. I forget to scream.
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Post by Benita Hendrix-London on Mar 15, 2007 0:40:58 GMT -5
Found me a cool poem I made not too long ago!
You Were Too Vain
His look is not longer welcomed here. His sweet breath has been discriminated. All he is, and all he will be, I will not want to see. The distance is true, and confirmed what I know. He never loved me, so I will go.
Now his lack of observance makes me feel just as naked Maybe he'd rather not see this one girl Her body trudged in youth, Her eyes still for a juvenile. Maybe he'd rather just love a "woman", One who finally grew up.
Those days-- I still wonder about them. How you sat next to me, Touched me, Talked to me. One big moment ended, and it dwindled our miniscule events. I could no longer anticipate it, I could no longer wait for you at the door. I thought you knocked. But you never did.
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Post by ienzo6 on Mar 15, 2007 22:47:00 GMT -5
Inspiration Unto Itself
Oh, inspiration, where are you now? I need you presently, right here, To tell me what, when, why, and how.
Without you, I am as a cow Separated from his herd on a day cold and drear. Oh, inspiration, where are you now?
I feel as if you're away leagues fifty-thou, Off across the sea, distant, nowhere near To tell me what, when, why, and how.
When you're gone, it's as if my mind won't allow For my tangle of thoughts to become clear. Oh, inspiration, where are you now?
Still, to this confusion, I will not bow; It's only my own words fueled by fear To tell me what, when, why, and how.
I'll do what I can, my use of rhyme, simile, thee and thou, Until along comes an inspiration I may hold dear. Oh, inspiration, where are you now, To tell me what, when, why, and how?
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Words for the Star
Here we are, time for the show. Lights, camera, action, sound, all set up just for you. Snap finger, tap foot, smile, bring us all you have. What will it be this time?
Are we even ready this time? Prepared, to step up and show the world all we have worked for? The bell will sound, us plus you will come out. Smile for the camera, hun, you
are famous. They want you so damn much, all the time; pictures of your face, your smile, your body. Come to every show, tape every move, every sound, they have got to have
you, after all. And have you, they will, whether you want it or not. Sound off, one, two, in time, three, four. Go on, show us your beat. And smile,
don't forget to smile. It's because of you we have all this, every sold-out show, it's all because of you, always, each and every time. Everyone hangs on the sound
of every word, making no sound themselves; just silence with a smile, they seem frozen in time. You hold their thoughts, have their eyes, all on you, all through the show.
And afterwards, every time it ends, the sound of applause closes the show. You always bow, smile widely, and any flowers they have, darlin', they have for you.
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Post by Krissy Fleming on Apr 6, 2007 10:10:54 GMT -5
..I've never really put anything in here before because everything I do is usually unfinished and very crappy. EDIT: I think I actually just finished it. This song I think is also unfinished but it got alot further than everything else... Part of me thinks I stole a couple lines of song from another song... But I googeled the lines looking for the lyrics and couldn't find the song... sooo I'm assuming its all me.. Take me home[/i] Everything is changing, nothing stays the same part of me is dying, while i stand here in the rain No-one knows, no-one see's all thats left is you and me And while i, travel on, follow on, keep on going for so long they dont see, its, you and me. take me home, with you babe take me home The writings of the world, get slowly washed away all the bloody battlefields, will be someones home one day No-one knows, no-one sees the whole world is blinded, they just let it be Pay attention, watch me closely don't take my life away and im dying... in the rain and im dying.. things will , never be the same I just keep going, I just keep trying to make it all okay You just keep breathing, You just keep walking carry on your day Im not here, Im no-ones care a puppet in a play They don't see me, they don't worry as you throw my heart away Please take me home, with you babe take me home One day they'll remember, one day they will pain that all the things that happen, don't drive them insane No-one knows,no-one see's theres nothing left, theres no hope for me and im dying... in the rain and im dying... things will never be the same and im dying... in the rain and im crying... in the rain and im dying... things will never... be the same
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Post by Robert Shaw on Apr 11, 2007 22:20:10 GMT -5
(Looks like I'm LONG overdue...)
Run
Solitary, isolated, broken and bruised It's how you feel when you seem to lose But I haven't lost--and I'm not being stubborn I just scraped some space and spread it behind me Just created me some breathing room You see me standing, I see me running Little by little it's becoming a speck Past is past, and present, present But let's take a flashback moment
Could you see me suffocatiing? Could see me turning blue? Did you see my collapse? Did you see me lose? I got up and started running Provided you recall Running far, and running fast Running away from everything From my present and my past.
I created alittle breathing room Far enough away to catch my wind So here I stand, I'm out of breath I can't run another meter So this is where I turn? Look over my shoulder and walk away? Fine. But I won't be walking.... Oh no, I'll be running.
Running because I've caught my wind Running because you can't keep up Running because I can see the win Running because my room isn't enough Running because I can Running...for more breathing room
See you at the next rest stop...
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Post by To Scared to Post with a Name on Apr 12, 2007 21:48:30 GMT -5
Ok, this is defiantly not one of my best poems ever… Tinker bell dust
When I was little I’d look up at the sky Until the first star would appear I’d close my eyes and make a wish About being able to fly Asking for just a little bit of that Tinker Bells dust
When I was a little older I’d stare at the mountains Showing its true colors That only emerged with each of the setting suns I grew a little bolder And one night I wished For love
(Though hard times And dark times) Each night I’d look to the sky And look for the star that had watched the world turn by For every one of the years of my life And I’d close my eyes And wish for just a little bit of Tinker Bell’s Dust To fall down and scrub off some of this bad luck
And now it’s my last night And I look to the sky So fresh in its darkness So old in its years And look for the star That gave me hope each night And comforted me as I shed secret tears
So now I utter the chant Like it’s my last prayer And ask once more For the sky to rain down a little bit Of Tinker Bell’s dust I ask for it, so it may remove some of this rust
So when I stand before Him I’m shining all so golden And all so new And all it would take was happiness and some gold colored dust
I close my eyes for the final time Early in the morning And it starts to rain As the sun comes up And its golden rays strike falling water Making it look Like falling droplets Of golden dust Untitled I don’t know what to do Lost without a map In the wild without a tool Helpless in darkness Fatigued in a never ending pool
Tomorrow we’ll go on pretending Like everything is ok Bad words and hurtful sayings Are so much less painful If you just burry them away
Boot camp
Boot Camp was hard but no one died Exhaustion day and night Weary eyes, Red from lack of sleep Aching limbs, Tired to the bone
Hope is shattered Souls are crushed Dreams are flattened Until it’s just like they’re all Walking zombies, Doing only as their told The perfect model of obedience The perfect soulless tool They go through this so they may fight for us
We break them down to build them up And build them up we do Now there wills are demolished We can teach them, We can mold them, We can train them
Broken and rebuilt now they die for us.
War is the Reapers Toy
War is the reapers toy He’s guided by the devil
When times are gentle And we all get along When we live so long little kids think they will live forever The Reaper is growing bored
When his list of victims grow thin And boredom is what torments him He decides to play a game One between the reaper and us mortal men
A giant game of Risk No plastic figures or dice But man on men Oh, are we all not playthings of the devil?
Send off our loved ones to die in vain Send the news back home Kill us all a little This game is truly lose or lose. War is a catch twenty-two
We send out our future We send out of kids We get them back in boxes With a neat little folded flag And a note saying “our condolences” Ok, I didn’t write this one but I still like it. The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"
The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand.
There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, you soldier,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."
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This is the war that never ends...it goes on and on my friends....
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Post by Jacob Corrion on Apr 19, 2007 21:54:05 GMT -5
Candle Candle...Candle, candle burning bright Remind us of what is wrong and right In times of hardship draw us close Let hands of strangers be our prescription dose Hearts will bind and hopes collide While the pain continues to grow inside Be still our souls and silent minds Show us the strength of feelings kind Candle candle of orange glow Quell the grief and tears we show Join our hands this darkened night And be our light through this arduous fight When your wick burns low or oil dry Let that be when we no longer cry Until that day, let us mourn Be be not far while our hearts are torn Candle candle your flame is out We stand conquerers here throughout Your glow has been there throughout it all The highest rise and darkest fall But never out will you fully go For somewhere a heart is torn you know So candle, candle burn once more Heal the sick, and stop this war... This poem is dedicated primarily to the 32 victims of the Virgina Tech shooting, as well as to the family of Cho Seung Hoi. But it is also dedicated to all who currently mourn as this is posted, or are facing rough times and believe all to be lost. All is not lost, all is merely dimmed. Find the light of hope and cling to it, there's more hands than none grasping your shoulder. Note: The war implied in my last line, is not a war of guns and violence, but a war of hearts and minds. Day in and day out we go about our lives, so wound up in our own agendas to stop and care about the person next to us until something goes wrong. So the next time you're on a bus or walking down the street, take a moment and look around. Actually say a greeting to a passerby or passenger, sit down and talk with someone who looks depressed. Take a stand for compassion, and stop the ignorance. The world doesn't have to come together only in times of tragedy. It can come together daily if you're willing to make a stand. --Vic
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Post by hannah on Apr 21, 2007 16:14:07 GMT -5
Erm... not really a poem of such, more of a rambling, but I thought I would share ;D
Together Again:
Mind and soul Body and heart together again, but easily ripped apart Thoughts are clear, head is not Should I go forth or break apart?
Stand strong against the crowd define none, continue on Hear the roar of other people Ride the wave of life once more
Given in, will become once more I will win against the demons I fear. Gratitude, I want not, a listening ear is sufficient enough.
This is me, so be it not I will change, carry on. In a world of one great heart, maybe not. I see the light, it's not far, hold on now, it won't be long.
Mind is clearer, soul is clean Body isn't together, but oh well. Heart is pure, a little hurt Together again, won't let them be ripped apart. I will go forth, time to let go off the past and fight for the future.
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Post by "Snake" Lilly Kirve on Jun 4, 2007 22:11:03 GMT -5
Here are some poems I jot down today after finals…
The Closet
The closet Is where we run to hide In the closet we can take off our masks And let the beats within outside We can confess things to these walls Like how duty calls And how you don’t want to go off and fight But it’s the draft It’s what your country says is right
So step out of the closet Dressed in your greens With a gun in your hands Duty calls so take the leap Pull the string Open the chute Be sure to land on your feet
About to do the thing you dread The thing that you have rehearsed so many times In nightmares in your head
No Name
Drop to the floor Your on your knee’s Screaming out And begging please
This life is ending In flaming darkness And it’s closing in The tormented souls are mutely screaming Because now it’s the end and the time of the beginning
One second rules this world Before creation and after ending And you’re frozen in between
You’ve got nowhere to go With nothing to scream
Thrust into these worlds of darkness Struggling against life’s currents Clawing at the edge of sanity Fall or fly Now is the time to choose Your path, your world Your next move determines Weather you live or die
Not as Strong As They All Thought
Alone in the window, she sits And stairs at the storm to come Listens to the tap of rain And wind making the whole world hum
A time is coming Of walls crumbling And gravestones forming A time to think A time to cry
She watches from behind cold sheets of glass Lightning strike and thunder shudder Rain falls heavy now Dirt turns to mud and mud to much
Disaster whispers heavy on howling air Death sweeps with rushing waters Sadness cry’s a tear in each drop of falling rain The heavens boom warnings of great pain
And alone she sits As others flee She’ll be the first to die But the least to leave Her watery grave Because nobody thought that she would be the one Who needed to be saved.
In his Shadow
In his shadow you will live Always in the limelight But with everybody watching you Kid you got some big shoes to fill
Carry on the legacy Don’t trip or stumble They are all watching you Comparing him to you and you to him
You’ve got to succeed But you will never exceed You still got to try Work hard anyway But when you reach the top it gets higher Because the thing is, he owns your job
You’ll never reach the top Because every time you do He makes it higher Not on purpose though He’s just so much better than you
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