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MemoriesYears passed, your beauty glowing ever radiant.
Plentiful love flowed betwixt our hearts.
The warmth of your skin,
The touch of your lips,
The anticipation of seeing you at days end;
Moments to live for,
To dream of,
Walks through the parks, lovers hand in hand,
The bountiful light of joyful souls
Playing serenely off the face of life.
The glimmer in your eyes so sweet
I could scarce but taste your happiness.
The days we sat around,
Laying for hours, arm in arm,
Enjoying the presence of one another;
Feelings to die for,
To pine after,
And to hope
That someday, maybe,
We can live those moments once more.
For now, I can no longer call you my own,
And it saddens my heart that those memories
Are no more.
Elegy of a Broken SoulWaves of pain and doubt wash over me
Like and endless sea of misery.
Distressed, I lay awake
To who will my heart fly
Now that it's been crushed and thrown to the wind?
To what ends must I go
In my search for peace and joy?
How long, my love, have you felt so?
How fickle is thy heart
That so quickly it grows for yet another?
The years spent with no purpose
Save to bring you joy,
Cast away like rubbish
And drowned in emotions unspeakable.
Have you not eyes
To see the darkness grow in mine?
Have you not ears
To hear my cries for mercy?
Yet you ignore my plea
And yearn for a man who you know not.
Perhaps I am a fool
To think our love was strong.
You, the one I loved,
The one I trusted,
Have broken a bond of faith we once held dear.
Now I walk alone, but an empty husk,
Bound toward fright and confusion.
Yet despite it all,
My love for you burns bright.
Malicious MoralityTake commands
And carry out
Left, Left, Left Right Left
March in time
Left, Left, Left Right Left
Take your guns
And shoot 'em down
Left, Left, Left Right Left
Load your rifles
Kill 'em now
Ready, Halt, Fall out
Charge and stab
Shoot and shout
You're taking all your anger out
You're pumping up adrenaline
You're walking down the murder route
Keep in mind the countless lives
You've ripped away from worried wives
The cries of children in their beds
As bullets pierce their fathers' heads
You cold hard killers have no shame
You murderers are not to blame
For what you do you justify
With all your military lies
You put these countries under siege
And fight for things that you believe
Will make the world a better place
You kill what you're afraid to face
In A NutshellThe world,
In a nutshell,
Abandoned by the Muse.
Prosaic in recitation.
Time ticks by.
Clocks have stopped.
Life so temporary,
Pen and paper collide.
Disaster and harmony,
Together chaotic as clockwork.
Rhyme and meter
Thrown to the wolves.
Humanity making an escape,
In prison cells.
Heathens and heretics
Stand righteous in their ways.
Discord and discontent
Paving paths to peace.
Intriguing the minds of apathy.
In a nutshell.
To Whom It May ConcernYou address the press,
Preach the issues
You place your people in a box,
To the ones whose trust you've stolen.
You wage war against the world.
You candy coat your cold blooded culling,
Make the people praise your prowess.
You cater to critics,
Proving points to problems they approach.
You say that we'll see change,
Yet we witness it only for the worse.
So now a word from the wise.
Take a bow.
Gaze upon the masked masses
Waiting for your promises yet unfulfilled.
We the people of the United States,
In order to form a more perfect union
BrokenRavaged by the world's cynics,
Those pretentious critics who
Kill my ego,
Steal my soul,
Leaving me with naught
But the empty shell of my being.
Why, I ask,
Am I here?
Where, I wonder,
Am I to go?
I viciously claw through the depths,
Futile in my quest for redemption.
Open wounds issue forth
A cascade of seething hatred
For the ones who so long ago
Tore me down.
Nigh is my end,
For the power driven scum
That is Mankind
Has instilled within me a poison
More volatile that
The most potent of acids.
This barren wasteland
That is my heart
Has wrought before me
My path to self destruction.
Condemned I am
To endure this most trying of fates.
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
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
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.
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
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.
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 part 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.
To the Boy Who Likes PoetryHe was a maze of metaphors
but she didn't mind
getting lost in him
raising a warrior never was an easy jobi.
when i was a child i would
sit on the porch in the rocking chair and watch
the sky fall and the ground flood -
safe on my wooden throne, i'd call out
amid the thunder that
it would never pull me to the sky, away from
the home i'd always known; when the storm
would cease i'd stand triumphant
over fallen soldiers, lying
like stained glass and shimmering, rippling --
when i was older
i stood in kitchen and watched you
bake, fingers drumming to the beat of a
war-drum you never could hear -
and you'd tell me stories of sleeping beauties
while i read about the knights
who risked their lives, got angry at the girl --
you taught me how to be
a lioness when you realized this girl would
never be a queen. i was made to rule, but not in
robes, made to claw my way
out instead of sit and watch the fight -
my throat ached to sing
a shout of victory, my skin itched to dance
in a triumphant haze as charcoal painted
the night alive --
and now when thunder shakes
the ground i count its be
Pulling me back
Through good, bad,
Knee deep in tears,
Fallen from the eyes of heaven,
Consumed by emotions
Unexplainable in their ways.
In a downward spiral I fall,
Searching for purchase
Within the dark recesses
Of my heart.
But my efforts are fruitless.
I continue to crawl,
By the constant call
Conceived so clearly,
Cast by crows,
Causing chaos, calamity
Creeping through the
Crushed catacombs of my conscience.
Then it stops.
A wave of darkness
Sweeps over me.
A rush of calm
Courses through my body.
I rest, I awaken
And I begin again.
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