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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.
Through an Angel's Eye
Some see the world through rose-colored glasses,
some see it only as bad.
Some see man split into one of three classes,
some see it only as sad.
They say that the eye to the soul is a window,
some find such introspect lame.
Still others may prefer to focus on shadow,
some look for fortune and fame.
To see the world softly through colors sublime,
requires a heart that is pure.
Yes, to see the world as an angelic rhyme,
the eye must be steady and sure.
Through the eyes of an angel she captures our world,
the wonder of God in her lens.
By virtue of her work beauty is unfurled,
earning her many a friend.
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.
Stand StrongI stand in awe at the strong winds blowing
Hurricanes rising and tornadoes growing
Housing blown away and long hair flowing
Killing the crops of this year's sowing.
Stay strong, dear brothers; Strong in disaster
Stout in the winds that blow ever faster
Stay strong for your children, strong for your wives,
To get to the morning you must first traverse the night.
A Poem for LokiRhyming is hard
Just so you know
But for a friend
I'm giving it a go
His name is Loki
From Scotland, of course
Today is his birthday
I heard from a source
Plays Pokemon for fun
and Nuzlockes them too
Though one in particular
Might need a redo
His adventure in Hoenn
Was not quite grand
Many comrades died
Of course, not planned
But in the end he won
With a badass team
Including a Mightyena
Who reigned supreme
Not forgetting Mad6
Who replaced 5 before him
His chances of survival
Were really quite slim
And then there was Boom
Who exploded with glee
Against a troll Milotic
We won't forget thee
Tittypank is next
In the list of honours
ContrariwiseSilly little Alice,
Forget all you thought you knew,
For deep inside your head,
Everything is all askew.
If they tell you that one plus one,
Equals twelve and half, my dear,
Don't worry yourself about it,
For two is so last year.
Don't even try to be different,
Or it'll be "Off with her head!",
And you'll find it's better to live a lie,
Than it is to end up dead.
So heed this socially accepted advice,
Ditch any scraps of your insanity,
To cavort with the Hare in March,
Join the Hatter for a cup of tea.
Fritter your days away,
Dancing under a Cheshire moon,
Don't mind the surrounding chaos,
Ignore impending doom.
But even as you join in
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.
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.
An Aching NeedAn Aching Need
This Kingdom of magic and wonder suits me very well, for I am without want.
I rule absolutely over my ugly subjects, like a puppet-master maneuvering strings.
The sting of want may not exist, but I have an aching desire for the one I hunt.
They are fairly simple , yet very beautiful to me; I NEED them above all other things.
My wiles and trials to win them over have led to a devious act, for which I regret not.
Whisked away through my mystical Labyrinth, her beloved brother sits upon my capable lap.
Though through her luck, and some help, she has made it to me, and ruin she has wrought.
And even though I thought myself
SandmanSleepwalking in tainted dreams
Falling through its open seams
Caving into unsure grounds
In a dream where fear abounds
Tightrope nerves are torn right through
All the facts become untrue
Screams are muted and lost midway
Still terror exists to my dismay
Faces change the closer I peer
The way I feel becomes unclear
And in the end I know it's fake
The pivotal moment when I awake
But still disturbed and afraid to dream
I wonder if they are at all what they seem
So I close my eyes and there you are
Staring at me looking bizarre
You told me you were there for me
To fight off the frauds valiantly
Trusting you I did what you said
I unmasked the
What may be a dream?Oh, what may be a dream but wishes mute?
Those thoughts that dance and prance a time or two?
The silent longings of the heart set free
To lift the spirit from chambers dark and cold.
A dream is as a morning mist of spring;
Refreshing, light, and gently promising
To all who sleep and wake in time to catch
The welcome peace and glory they behold.
But woe to waking hours; the bitterness they bring
When dreams escape the loving hold of thought!
The plaintive heart starts longing once again
To sink into the realms of possibility.
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
Kaleidoscope DreamsWe turn and turn and then we fall
The colors bleed as through we crawl
They blur and mix like dancing fools
And bleed out into manic pools
How wonderful oh it must be
To burst into this color spree
In frenzied madness our sheer delight
Deranged and dreaming like a kite
I soar above this sugar swirl
This softish thing we call a girl
But like all things the dream must end
Until she winks to go again
For another moment in colored bliss
Of something more than just a kiss
We sink into the quiet dark
Her outstretched fingers cut an arc
For Heaven in its grand design
To calming rest we then resign
My Thoughts wanderMy mind in madness slowly slips
To the soft carress of Silence's lips
One stands to beg the question "why?"
Muttering like an insane butterfly
Wandering the dark of my babbling mind
Denying me peace the thoughts I find
The emotions they play across my face
Internally across my heart they race
Oh what butterflies of strangest hue
A blue laced one reminds me of you
But in your dance for another you pine
For a butterfly of the same design
So wandering into the madness I sink
The flames of my insanity wink
To weary to continue I close my eyes
And forget all about the butterflies
Silence my mind within my head
And let night believ
AI carved this A into my hand
To tell you how I feel
So when you see it
I hope you know
That I love you still
And before its gone
I'll carve again
And never let it heal
An Empty SadnessStared at by an empty mirror
A reflection cracked but blank
Thankless for a hopeless fool
Who into sadness sank
A mire slowly eating
All hope and happiness
Ignorant and selfish
In pursuit of bliss
Pushing on in pain
Hoping for the best
Less and less sane
Cluching at his chest
Why is it so ugly?
This feeling in my soul
Betrayer of my trust
You who feeds this hole
You who has my hope
In a crystal ball
Would ignore my cries
And let the crystal fall
A broken piece of glass
A hole that never ends
A love who could careless
Whose actions tear and wrends
So cut me up and break
And when you're finally done
I hope my trust yo
GoneIf I disappear and fade away
Find my peace and fade to gray
Will there be a kind word for me
What will heaven have to say?
Will anyone remember my name?
Or will it all just be the same?
Fall and fall, fall into bliss
Someone that few will ever miss
Oh how nice that it must be
To fall into anonymity
I'll smile alone as down I fall
I'll smile and ignore your call
The GreenAll glory to the living green
Alive and vibrant with what can't be seen
All glory to the ancient gods
Of wood and harrow earth and sod
Of which the wind through leaves doth play
Silently worshipping, the plants doth sway
All glory to the elder wood
Of which so few hath understood
Oh timeless green of ancients past
Of life slow lived but gone too fast
What soft green fingers toward the sky hath
Reached eternally for what can't be grasped
Forever live, forever grow
All glory to the seeds we sow
Until the day it all must end
As worshippers bow must all green bend
A Reason to LiveIf only she had the guts to actually do it, to just leap among the cold waves and sink in death among the fish. She breathed in the smell and taste of saltwater, and water sprays hit her face, neck, and chest. She shivered slightly in the breeze from the waves, but she wasn’t really bothered by the chill. What weighed on her mind was something much deeper than the weather.
A pang of apprehension penetrated her heart as she envisioned her body being plunged into the water and weighted down by the strong waves. She thought about what it would be like to gulp in mouthful after mouthful of water, choking and never feeling any relief, b
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