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I Am a WriterI am a writer.
Yes, it’s easy for me to fall into a dream.
But there is nothing wrong with being tighter
With a story’s theme.
I am a writer.
That is all I will ever want to be
In the end, my story will be lighter,
And my characters will finally be free.
I am a writer.
There is nothing easier to say than that.
I will never let a story wither
Nor let a story fall flat
I am a soon to be author.
With several books ready to be read,
I want them to have great honor
And wish there will be tears shed.
To HooverHoover state: waking up to sleep
because that’s all I’m good for;
out of work, out of time again
and my brother won’t spare a dime.
Blanket sweat reminds me of this
Hoover state: waking up to sleep
in depressions of this planet;
the moon weeps for me in daytime.
I yank my pockets out, like it's
my country's flag; punch-line of the
Hoover state: waking up to sleep
in my sagging skin on decline.
I've no penny to my name,
jumping out the window (one
last time) makes me worth more in this
Hoover state: waking up to sleep.
Twinkle StarTwinkle twinkle little star
Noone cares just who you are
When you fall the fall is far
Twinkle twinkle superstar.
The Soldier's Letter To HomeI write this from my death bed
My eyes fading in the light
Drowned in crimson red,
Drowned in shaking fright.
The enemy has won
The war now has ended
And though killed by my son
May his sins be ammended.
For this is Civil War
I cannot change the tide
So from you I implore
Do what is right.
Bury me somewhere nice
Near, and fair to look at
And forgive my son his sins;
For in war, no one wins.
Take Death's HandI do not fear Death.
My life has been long enough.
It's time I take my last breath.
I shall not rebuff.
Death stands by my side,
his hand extended for me to take.
His face is veiled like that of a bride.
This life I now forsake
as Death takes me away.
I do not regret
for I am free of the fray.
Please do not fret
for I am okay.
Continuous VoicesIt all began when I was ten
I found what lingered in my head disturbing
And it wasn’t until I grabbed a pen
And saw what truly lingered when I began writing.
There were continuous voices within my head
I was not one to favor them dead
Although, they had violet images attached
The way I wrote them matched.
Since then, the voices have changed
Octaves have risen and lowered
Their words have exchanged
And eventually became uncensored.
These continuous voices have brought war
Ones with an uprising roar
And at moments I want to kill the sound
For they are so profound.
Yet, they continue to crescendo
And welcome me to a hidden story
Aur si plumbUn gând de aur, dar se simte
mai greu ca un pumnal de plumb
ce intră-n coaste, se învârte,
și caută să iasă prin minte...
Stilou de aur, scrie versuri,
dar lasă urme ca de plumb,
pe foi mânjite de cerneală,
și de cafea, și alte resturi...
Un glonţ de aur, dar se simte
mai tandru ca o zi de plumb,
îl pun aici, închid capacul,
și ca un gând, îl scot prin minte.
They're evil creatures in the night
Lurking in the shadows but still seeing there sight
From they're pale skin and glowing eyes
Out there graves they will rise
Moaning and groaning is what you hear
Your body will soon fill with fear
They walk or run in a fast pace
Here they come for the chase
Get ready for the fear
Coming through the door they are here
Board up the windows to keep them away
This is the place you don't want to stay
It's too late now they're breaking in
It's a fight you may not win
Grab you shotgun prepare for the fight
This battle may last all night
Pain and blood come from your arm
A bite from these creatures can cause muc
EndlingHere am I, the captive thylacine
Treading my tiger-striped, ungainly way
Around the metal-mesh confinement of my cage
Here am I, exhibited, exhumed
Brought from the brink to pace another day
A living testament, a final thumbmarked page
Here am I, the only specimen
Bereft of mate, of pups, of kin, of kind
Watching the claws of history extending
Here am I, the final thylacine
The only one, the last, the lost, the endling.
Who Was HeHe stood at the average height for men.
His built was quite average.
His eyes were that of cyan.
Nonetheless, he was average.
His hair was that of blonde,
His walk and personality had a great bond.
He was a confident sight.
His skin was a delicate peach.
His muscles were quite firm.
So irresistible, a teasing reach.
His appearance had its own term.
One that the dictionary cannot confirm.
Who was he?
That man with his own sea?
He was one without a name.
His appearance was a taunting game.
He was one without a number for an age.
Forget it, he’s fake on this page.
SuicideThere's no blood on her hands
Bullet holes in the door
Nothing but colored pills
And her lying on the floor
You look at her face
There's despair in her eyes
And you wonder what she thought
As she fell and died
And maybe you're begging her to come back
And maybe you're asking why she let go
The hurt in your chest feels like a heart attack
And now you finally know
Maybe you could've helped her
If you'd looked past your own nose
Maybe she'd be alive now
You had a chance, this is what you chose
Now maybe you'll learn from things
That you didn't see
Maybe you'll open your eyes
And rescue him, or her, or me
Maybe she cried a prayer
For the oth
WarWhen stories of battle are shared,
They are full of fame and glory.
No one knows what war really holds,
That is, until they hear this story.
At first there is much excitement,
Your chance to be a hero.
Then homesickness begins to set in,
The sorrow makes you feel like zero.
Then the supplies get cut off,
Your stomach cries out for food.
It rains then it droughts, and then you want out,
You'd laugh at your situation but you're not in the mood.
No sanitation, no garbage cans,
You are living in human waste.
The tents are torn up, the beds full of lice,
You wish you were in a different place.
Then you finally go to fight,
This is your chance to prove yourself.
All your comrades are shot down,
So much for fame and wealth...
Cleaning up the bodies,
Of those who used to be your friends.
Not even time for a proper burial,
Too many injuries to attend.
Then there's the sneak attack,
You are all caught by surprise.
A brutal, bloody, massacre,
A bullet between your eyes.
In this little game o
One WindowOne window is all I need
To see the world for what it truly is
With my mind a system of creed.
My talent can depict or dismiss
This world of goals, so hear my heed.
I sit down beside a journal,
My fingers clutching a pencil.
I will make my character’s life spiral
And send them off to a council
Where they must advance through the next trial.
One window is all I need
To watch them afar a long, hazy field,
Where I can study their speed
Of understanding when they will yield
Of life, itself, so they need to hear my heed.
My character’s goal,
As well as mine,
Is to be whole
And see how bright life can shine
Even through the darkness
Oh, Holy FatherOh, Holy Father above, please hear me tonight,
Give me the strength to continue the fight
Against the evil that lies within my heart –
Purify me, let me bleed and tear me apart.
Cleanse me, I beg of you, set my soul free
From the demons that have such a hold on me.
I am a man, a mere mortal, dedicated and just,
I steer clear from sinners and am not swayed by lust.
I am loyal and honest and faithful and true,
And, in my time of need, I turn to you.
I am wounded and broken and on my knees, I pray,
Save me before the sun greets another day.
Protect me from the darkness, let my torment end,
So I can be your Man of God once again.
Faded bluesShadows dance of patented hues,
Yellow folded somber blues
Fear I tried in vain forbidden.
As all I long for is e'r hidden;
Shadows coved in bloated lies
My heavy heart, buzzing like a thousand flies.
Shadows Welcome by means of trust,
Yet terrified of misted dust.
Shadows threaded within the dawn,
Ever soon to be gone, unseen.
Motions treated in colored hues,
And my wold is simple now...
Shadows of faded blues.
The Sound of SilenceOne, just one, one last reliance,
Tell me, what is the sound of silence?
Do you know, can you tell, oh please wont you say?
Is it the sound of night turning to day?
Is it the sorry sound of no surf on the shore,
Or the chirp of no birds on high?
Or the glorious sound of a night without fear,
A night where no children cry?
Is it the sound of the screams that have been heard for so long,
That one no longer takes notice,
Or the sound of the quiet, so long been forgot,
That it screams out in utter defiance?
Is it the sound of the fear that freezes you still,
or the sorrow that tears you apart,
Or the overwhelming laughter tha
Unwelcme WelcomeUnwelcome Welcome
Welcome, my friends, from far and near,
Welcome to the home of despair and fear.
Welcome to the life that can only end in death,
Welcome to the sorry world where all the more is less.
Enter into this world of fire, hate and dark.
Enter to the place where the end preludes the start.
Enter here where the confusion is a blessing.
Enter without any hope of any quiet resting.
Stay with me, poor soul, as your pain grows ever stronger.
Stay another week, a year, an eternity longer.
Stay, for I regret to say that you can never leave.
Stay and never again the light of day expect to see.
Leave before it does to you as it
Brain WashedBare blank staring faces,
Open eyes reveal a soul,
Mesmerizing time weve wasted,
Secrets that we all have told.
Broken promises weve made,
From the cradle to the grave
Combine to overwhelm you
Push pull and compel you.
Drowning in emotions
And things they should have told us.
If I only had seen it,
My end may have been different.
Ruinious MarI bite my lip to
Keep from screaming;
To screams a stupid
Thing to do.
All it does
Is show your rivals
In breaking you.
I lick me lips
And taste my blood,
And though I know
It stains the ground
My lips wont let me
Make a sound.
An angry blow
Aimed at my ribs,
A sickening crack,
I wish I were dead,
But still my lips
Are tightly sealed.
Your soul a scream
Im still and limp
Upon the floor
Cause I dont even
Care no more.
Pretend you sleep,
All safe and sound,
And let your pain
Embrace the ground.
RECKLESSand DETRIMENTALreturnMost stare wide,
Few grin small,
Some gasp loud,
All look stunned,
As I stand
And stare right back,
Supposed to be dead!
Like life I lack.
So I grin wide,
No room for fear.
The anger flares
cause Im still here.
No time for this,
I stand up strait.
The furious hiss
From Hells fiery gate.
Now, no one
Can best the devil,
and I Know
Im nothing special.
So I just grin,
Like I knew all along,
And try to keep up
With the devils song.
ChoicesWoe, oh, woe is me
As the rush of the wind
Or the surge of the sea,
Trapped forever between the dark and the light,
Eternally stuck in a land of twilight,
on the back of a horse,
a bucking black mare,
I cry out for help, but theres nobody there.
The stench of fear
Not my own all around.
Theres death in the air
And blood on the ground.
And when I feel weak,
And can not hold on,
Just then, from the darkness,
Echoes a song.
A song of joy,
Relief is in sight.
That is the battle of the wrong and the right.
Raindrop ReliefI rode on a raindrop
While you lit a shooting star
So you would find your way back
No matter where you are.
And as I tumbled down
into the blue abyss
I watched you streak across the sky
and silently made a wish.
I didn't wish for money,
I didn't wish for fame,
I wished that you would smile
Every time you said my name.
And I was falling fast
As you began to fade,
And a tear escaped my eye
As the night became the day.
And now I'm here alone,
and I don't know where you are,
But when I feel real lonely,
I look for my shooting star.
And now and then I see it,
And now and then it's there,
And it's in those moments
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