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Rave is King

I step into darkness.
Sound erupts; The base drops.
Dum. Dum. Dum. Dum.
The base falling hard as if to break bones,
To break dreams, to break hope.

Dum.
Dum.
Dum.

I lose my self into the crowd;
The faces melt into one.
And still the music plays:
Dum. Dum. Dum. Dum.

Striving to beat back gravity.
Fist rise up in the air; rebellion.
Up and down. Up and down. Up and down.
We are one beast; morphed together by sound.
The base crushes hopes, crushes dreams.

Dum.
Dum.
Dum.

Permeating into our minds;
Beating music, now our beating heart.
Dum. Dum. Dum. Dum. Dum. Dum. Dum. Dum.
Then the lights come on;
The bodies stop;
Suffocation.

And then they chained down the flowers.

Dum.
Dum...
... Dum...

With Out You
(Lyrics)

And I know, that everything is going wrong.
And I know, that sometimes you just gotta let go.

Girl, I've hurt you so bad.
I took all your hopes, then I tossed them away.
And I see you crying so hard,
But I can't be there to wipe away your tears.
How can this happen to me?
So now I'll work real hard to get back your graces.

If you were never coming back to me,
What could I do?
If I was never gonna see you again,
What could I say?

May be redemption ain't worth fighting for.
May be forgiveness ain't what its about.
But who could I turn to when all of its gone?
Where am I gonna go? Where am I gonna go?
Girl, let me crawl back to you!

If you were never coming back to me,
What could I do?
If I was never gonna see you again,
What could I say?

And I know, And I know, And I know,
That with out you, I'm...
And I know, And I know, And I know,
That with out you, I'm...
And I know! And I know! And I know!
That with out you I'm lost!

Oh, new poetry, I see.

You're still making me impressed. Looks like the flow of inspiration have returned to your head. Keep up the good work.

Ah, I'll get some texts for my portuguese teacher again. She said that we can use them on class!

- R

You're still making me impressed. Looks like the flow of inspiration have returned to your head. Keep up the good work.

Ah, I'll get some texts for my portuguese teacher again. She said that we can use them on class!

Thanks to everyone who helped this thread get 10,000 views. You people are awesome.

These Halcyon days
Remind me of our past love.
So serene, then lost.

Cast out by the world,
No one here to wipe my tears,
Emotions erupt.
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Wrote this for the Haiku Contest. Theme was 'The Long, Winding Road'. Not only does it cover the theme, but it effectively addresses the slanderings of my succeding judge, Acmed. Hugs and Tickles.

Mind Games

Sometimes I rush to get to the end,
To escape all that hangs around me.
But now I want to go back when
You were right there by my side.

Sometimes I think I know what this is about,
But time only displays my ignorance.
'Cause theres no room for my happiness,
When you occupy every waking thought.

So then I try to move on
With nowhere to turn.
And then I see your face!
Now your love is gone.
Gone, gone!

All I can see is you rushing around;
You spare no glance to me, the beggar.
What do I have to do to get back your love?
To turn back the dial, to way-back-when?

Could you just stop, and spare me a thought?
And help me to bridge this great divide?
But you never give me a helping hand,
Even as this wind blows me around.

So then I try to move on
With nowhere to turn.
And then I see your face!
Now your love is gone.
Gone, gone!

Then one day you stop, and notice me.
And all eternity flashes in your eyes,
For the last time, you start to speak.
From your lips I see the truth come out.

So then I try to move on,
With nowhere to turn.
And then I see this cliff!
Now my love is gone.
Gone, gone!
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Wrote this for the 10-Day Poetry Contest. The theme was 'Hurts Like Heaven'. Its a fairly straightforward peice I think, except that it ends in the speaker's suicide.

The World Is Upside-Down

We must not question the machine!
For we can't go against protocol,
And then we might be banished.

Their doctorates say that they're right,
So now I guess that makes us wrong,
And now they're not accountable.

Its illogical to try too hard sometimes,
So they make our burials out in the mud,
Because we're not worth a proper funeral.

But how the tables have turned!
We are dressed up in purple royalty,
And you feel from top to bottom.

Way to take down the establishment there Mav.

Way to take down the establishment there Mav

Repairman

Drip...
...Drop
Drip...
...Drop
Drip...
...Drop

I should repair
That faucet.
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An attempt at some modern stuff, making something unimportant the focus of a poem.

I take a walk;
Clouds open up.
Now the wind is blowing
From the south.

I climb a rock,
To high to top,
But I won't be getting
Left behind.

I feel the grass,
Blow left - Blow right
If you need me, I might
Be awhile.
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Found this in the drawer of my desk just now. Dunno how old it is, but I figured I'd put it up here.

Mercury, come back!
Return to me with my love!
Without her, I'm lost.
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Wrote this for the Haiku Contest. The them was 'Chasing the Wind'. Mercury (the Greek god) has stolen the lover of the speaker and has flown off with her on his magic flying shoes. And well... Thats about it.

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