I was waiting for a train,
I said to myself, "No pain, no gain,"
And as the train came to a halt,
I lunged, I jumped, I made a vault.

Across the tracks I tumbled lightly,
The trains spotlight, shimmered brightly,
And as I saw the figure that was myself crumble,
I heard the groan of Death's hollow rumble.

And surely as my spirit descended,
I felt a tug as my body was mended,
And as the paramedic brought life to my spirit's vessel,
I saw God's hand reach out, and with him I wrestled.

"Let me go," I said, hatred in my eyes,
"I Am who I Am," Who Am I, that you should despise.
I crafted your body in your mother's whom,
And now I raise your life from Death's tomb.

I was there when the universe was created,
You were not alone as you wandered,
You were not allowed to die when it was not your time,
Even now, I shall not leave your side.
Your desperation for a different life...
Did I not create you,
With every detail of your life in mind?
Who are you that should decide what your life should be?
But even as I let you go your way,
I was the one who decided your path,
And even now as you attempt to leave my path again,
You shall not leave what I have made for you,
For I Am who I Am.
You shall not be what you want to be,
For your flesh merely deterred you,
From who you were meant to be.
I have made you a vessel,
To show the world,
That I Am who I Am.

Awestruck, I breathed another breath,
My empty life was no longer Death,
And Death became no more a part of me.
That very day, I became Free.

A silent whisper,

[holy crap that was epic!]

A silent whisper,
A stifled scream,
Without wonder,
Deprived of dreams.

On a day of bitter cold,
I escaped their stranglehold;
I broke free, for I was bold,
To tell the world of things untold.

Rise up! you dreamers and thinkers;
We must make a stand!
For the age of ripeness withers,
And the mind needs to expand!

Yet my words fell on deaf ears;
My advice would not suffice,
For the people lived in fear,
And did not live their lives.

I decided to take a sip

I decided to take a sip
Of my large b52
After a streak of pistol whip
Then, I got back on my feet to kill anew

I danced with Death for hours
I laid waste to lives
I emptied refugees' bowers
I widdowed mens' wives'

I cause wastage
I am the root of loss
There's no point resisting my ownage
'Cause I'm like a boss

In the treetops

in the treetops
squirrels leap and bound
eating their acorns
cracking them open

does it count
to say that
squirrels are mice
with funny tails?
_______
i guess the answer is

im confused about what this forum is...

you take what the person before you wrote under that line or in bold or italics or whatever and put it into the first part of a poem you write.
and here you had me all excited becuase i thought a person had actually posted a poem on the same day i did :(

This thread used to be crazy active. Below: Not my best work.

I guess the answer is...
How you ask "Why do you love me?"
And how you know when to stop talking
And let your actions speak louder than words.
Maybe its how you make funny faces
And wipe away my tears.
It could even be how inspired you look
On the podium, eyes shining with triumph.

I guess the answer is
When the flowers bloom after the rain,
When I stand up and realize
How very big the world is,
And when the masses of people
Look up to me and ask
"What do you live for?"

But mostly, I suppose,
The answer depends on the question.

When the rain falls

when the rain falls
clouds break but not me!
water falling out of the sky
too bad for you prissy people
i like getting wet
_______________
everything gets wet.
(yes, revel in my shortness of this thingy.)

Everything gets wet;
I hide beneath his arms
Kept warm by his embrace.
He is my sheild against the rain,
Protecting me from cold drops
That cling to his eyelashes.
They shine like diamonds,
And I see them more clearly
As he leans in for a kiss.
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As time slows and then stops

As time slows and then stops
I see lights flashing through the night
It seems my death attracted  the cops
My killer screaming with delight

Through the darkness so I see
My cold, dead eyes staring back at me
I laugh, so sickly entertained
Maybe my record will never be stained

So here I end
Set a trend
Murder my dead corpse over again

Darkness Shadow