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29. Unrequited love

I see the love of my life
my heart lies with her
oh, how good she looks!

The next day, we're on a date
our lives intertwined
oh, the future looks good!

The weekend comes around, but
now she's with another
oh, how could she do this to me?

I gave her everything in that short
time we were together
oh, how can one reject love?

More poetry from me!
28. A Shy Person In The Middle Of A Crowd

I look all around me
see hundreds of people
yet not one face seen before

I remain silent
though people are yelling
for an answer to their call

I start to panic as
the crowd draws close to
me, I run away

Away from the voices
of all these strange people
that asked me to answer

46. Someone Who Lives To Watch The World Burn.

-Are You Alright?
-I Appreciate Your Concern My Son.
I Can Not Keep Avoiding The Obvious.
You Were Also Born A Pillar.
How I Wish Your Heart Would Be Spared Of These Aches.
If Only You Could Remain,
Remain And Bask Beneath The Shade Of The Tree Of Life.
My Son Pillars Are Meant To Uphold The Ceiling,
The Ceiling Which Isolates Us From The Unknown.
Some Of Us Are Meant To Carry The Weight Of Our Brothers.
You Must Understand That You Are Stone But Not Unbreakable.
And Once You Lose A Part Of Yourself,
There Is No Retrieving It.
You Must Understand That,
Most Of Our Brethren Are ill Prepared,
And Some Might Spend Lifetimes Avoiding Responsibility.
I'm Not Angry But Worried,
Worried About Those Who Contribute To The Rising Threat,
Contribute Without Acknowledging.
I Don't Mean To Be Unfaithful,
But I'm Worried About The Evolution Of This World,
Everyone Is Worried About The Passing Of A Family Member,
The Ceiling Is Itself Our Spiritual Anguish.
Mistakes.
The More We Bask In Ignorance,
The Larger And Heavier It Becomes.
You Must Understand This.
If The Ceiling Should Fall.
It Shall Crush The Tree Of Life.
Yet He Who Has Carried The Weight Of The World For So Long,
If Not Broken By the Falling Ceiling,
It Shall Live To See The Sky,
Among Those Who Never Isolated Themselves,
Of Their Natural Habitat.
Among Those Who Faced The Unknown,
Instead Of Rejoicing A False Sense Of Security.
Among Those Who Are Themselves A Part Of Life,
And Who Posses A Part Of Life Within,
Among Those Who Grow And Share Their Fruit,
Instead Of Only Devouring Out Of Fear And Desperation.
This Place Was Meant To Help Us Who Are New To Life Grow,
And Prepare For The Unknown.
Think Of It As A Nest,
One Must Only Be So Young To Be Thrown Out,
Before Attempting Their First Flight.
This Place Has Became Overpopulated.
Many Refuse To Leave.
Maybe I Have Become Over Protective.
Maybe I Could Have Left A Long Time Ago,
But Remained Out Of Compassion For My Fellow Brethren,
In These Hard Times.
I Might Be Too Stubborn To Fly.
I Fear Some Of Us Fell From Glory,
Out Of This Unlikely Compassion,
I Fear Some Of Us Upset Divinities.
I Fear Some Of Us Rebelled,
On A Desperate Attempt To Save Mankind,
Like A Vegetarian,
On An Attempt To Rewrite The Laws Of Nature,
With An Unlikely Compassion For The Animals,
Who Became Victims,
Overwhelmed By Anger And Sadness,
Tends To Suffer, To Mourn, And To Carry The Weight Of All,
All Who Are Oppressed And Victimized.
Maybe Each Man Is Meant To Cary It's Own Weight,
Maybe I Seek Perfection In The Wrong Boundaries,
How Can I Not Seek Perfection,
When Confronted With The Possibility,
Maybe We Are All Meant To Uphold The Ceiling As A Whole,
Responsible For Each Others' Actions.
I See The World Suffering Changes.
The World Turns And Changes,
As A Result Of Each Man's Actions.
That's It My Friend.
I Seek One Moment Of Perfection,
On Moment In Which Everyone,
Is Doing And Thinking The Right Thing,
Just To Sit Back And Watch,
Watch The Direction The World Turns In,
And That My Friend Shall Be My Compass,
My Compass For The Afterlife,
That's The Only Way I Could Find Peace.
Knowing I Was A Part Of Perfection,
Responsible For The Momentary Heaven On Earth.

//I Took An Afternoon To Write Some Thoughts.(My First Post)
//I Meditate Allot, Thought It Was Selfish Not To Share,I Hope Provides You With As Much Joy And Help As It Did Me.
//I'm Only 18 And I Would Consider Publishing Some Work.
//Please Comment And Critic, But Responsibly I Don't Want Anyone Getting Hurt xD
//Most Importantly Thank You!

3. A Forgotten Name

Who Am I?

I could be Henry.
Shocking the crowd
With a surprise ending.

Or I could be Dickinson,
Keeping my words locked away
From all society.

Or may be I am Poe?
Works darker than the space
Behind a bricked up chasm.*

Who Am I?
__________
*Reference to 'The Cask of Amontillado'

The first stanza is talking about O. Henry. Henry was famous for his short stories (I write them aswell, but there only slightly less famous :P), and surprise endings. Seeing as no one outside of AG knows I write, it would be a bit of a shocker for them.

The Middle Stanza is a reference to Emily Dickinson. Among other things, she was famous for being a recluse, or staying locked up inside all day. Again, I only share my works on AG, or when no one else would know I wrote them.

The Last Stanza would be about Edgar Allen Poe. This is probaly the simplest, as the overall theme of my works would be sadness, darkness, or some other grim tale. Poe was famous for his works of the maqabrue, so it fits well.

Funny, I'm more willing to share my words with complete strangers than those closest to me...

3. A Forgotten Name
(edited)

Who Am I?

I could be Henry.
Giving my words
Like Gifts from the Magi.*

Or I could be Dickinson,
Only telling my works
To an aspiring Bog.**

Or may be I am Poe?
Works darker than the space
Behind a bricked up chasm.***

Who Am I?
__________
* Reference to the Poem 'The Gift of The Magi'
** Reference to the Poem 'I'm Nobody. Are you nobody too?'
*** Reference to the Short Story 'The Cask of Amontillado'

The first stanza is talking about O. Henry. Henry was famous for his short stories (I write them aswell, but there only slightly less famous :P), and surprise endings. Seeing as no one outside of AG knows I write, it would be a bit of a shocker for them.

The Middle Stanza is a reference to Emily Dickinson. Among other things, she was famous for being a recluse, or staying locked up inside all day. Again, I only share my works on AG, or when no one else would know I wrote them.

The Last Stanza would be about Edgar Allen Poe. This is probaly the simplest, as the overall theme of my works would be sadness, darkness, or some other grim tale. Poe was famous for his works of the maqabrue, so it fits well.

I would be interested to know whic version people like better. Thanks.

@13thDisciple: This could possibly be because I'm extremely lazy and also quite tired, but I literally cannot decipher your writing through the mass of capital letters. Please please please take them out!

Funny, I'm more willing to share my words with complete strangers than those closest to me...

I am the same. It's not so funny because I fear criticism from people I know well.

O, and I prefer the edited poem, Mav.

the style i use for this poem is called pantoum. as you will notice, it is repetitive. the hard part is to use the repetition to make it flow. if you want to know the line order, send me a message

14. Nightmare

Modern Warfare (real warfare, not the game)

On the horizon
the birth of war
insults are traded
war machines are assembled

the birth of war
factories are built
war machines are assembled
men are recruited

factories are built
farewells are said
men are recruited
planes are flying

farewells are said
subs are released
planes are flying
on the horizon

subs are released
missiles are fired
on the horizon
soldiers are landing

missiles are fired
boats are drifting
soldiers are landing
bombs are dropped

boats are drifting
explosions are seen
bombs are dropped
towns are razed

explosions are seen
with cries of agony
towns are razed
nothing is left

with cries of agony
destruction is sent
nothing is left
on the horizon

i'm going to do the title properly this time
here's another pantoum:

43. Casino Pantoum

Easy money
need for excitement
walking in rich
no amount too big

need for excitement
dreams of instant wealth
no amount too big
tables and machines

dreams of instant wealth
every game is displayed
tables and machines
cards and bets

every game is displayed
slots, roulette, dice
cards and bets
easy money

slots, roulette, dice
free drinks and food
easy money
the owner is happy

free drinks and food
you spend spend spend
the owner is happy
the dealers watch

you spend spend spend
the dice change sides
the dealers watch
the slots don't align

the dice change sides
you lose every game
the slots don't align
the casino has won

you lose every game
walking out broke
the casino has won
easy money

I Am The Entity Who Shows Itself:

I Am The Entity Who Shows Itself
laughing as you grovel at my feet

I Am The Entity Who Shows Itself
Banding your wounds as i let you in my home.

I Am The Entity Who Shows Itself
Chuckling as you blood spills on me.

I Am The Entity Who Shows Itself
Jumping into the fight to save you.

I Am The Entity Who Shows Itself
screaming in a thirst for more pain & death.

I Am The Entity Who Shows Itself
helping the scared no matter how you look or act.

I Am The Entity Who Shows Itself
everchanging & never trustworthy.

Falling into the abyss:

Im sinking... the rush of fear & the wind...
it is howling in my ears.
as i fall i look above me
for i long to glimpse at the sky & sun

i look below the fear & wind seeming to fade away.
eternal darkness & the feeling of claustrophobia.
it becomes complete as i fall far enough to see no light.
the feeling of being the only one alive is now also complete.

i see a new light off in where the wall had to be.
i angle my body to glide to it only to miss.
...my body is broken i feel only pain.
i slowly realize my one possible chance of getting out it only hurt me.

Describing colour to a blind person


A man asked me "What is colour like?" and i said

Green is like the smell of fresh cut grass in summer,
& Blue is like the waves of the beach hitting of the rocks,
& Yellow is like a hot day ,the sun making you hot,
& Black is like the night,every soul asleep,

But the man stopped me and said"And white is the rarest,white is like a cloud in the sky or a new copy for school & peace after death"


And then went his spirit and his heart gave up,
But he had knew what colour was like and
he would see in heaven.

I'm loving the prose. A lovely reminder to everyone that if you can't write a poem for these themes, write a bit o' prose!

38. Berserk Wildlife

It was a glorious midsummers day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the air seemed to give off a certain vibe that made one feel so alive. The sky was a bright blue, blemished only with the stark contrast of the white, fluffy clouds that left gaps in the sky, as if a painter had left his work unfinished. The leaves in the trees were of the brightest green, and the petals on the flowers shows only the freshest pastels.

I was walking among the trees, out for a short stroll. Admiring all the world around me, and simply enjoying life. As I was taken back by the beauty of all that lay before me, I failed to notice the silence that had fallen upon the wood.

Suddenly, there was a sound of thunder! It reverberated among the trees, and caused the birds to take to the air in droves. Frightened, I turn and began to flee back to whence I came.

Then, the thing that had given off the roar lept up and took me from behind. I was thrown to the ground, mortally wounded by my foe.

As darkness closed in, and as I took my final breaths, a two-legged beast came near. He knelt down, and cradled my head in its arms. There was a flash of light, and then I knew no more.

Originally written for somthing else but I think it fit the category.

32. Revolution

Someday I'm gonna wake up
where it's cold, dark, and red-
just when they don't expect it,
just when they can't correct it,

so excited, you're invited
to this buffet for the fed.
When we uprise, just to surmise,
we'll be waking up un-dead!

We don't know what to call it-
maybe Z-Day or Z-end,
"Zomb-pocalypse!", with moaning lisps,
is what the horde had said,

but while I was munching flesh
from a body my hands did rend,
I declared it,"Zombie Revolution,
hang on to your head!"