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MemoryI don't know anymore.
Am I dreaming? I'm not sure...
All my friends, family, guardians are...
I only remember them now
Their friendly smiles, how they cared for me
But they are gone now.
Because I neglected them, pushed them away
Lighting struck my heart
I can't forgive myself no longer
Life comes and goes
You cannot cherish anything but...
EmotionlessI'm fine with it
Fine with many things
even my inevitable death, to be damned into hell
But there's not much I can do, I envy your fate
How does sadness feel?
I forgot emotions
Should I feel despaired
Or frustrated or scared?
I don't know
I guess I'm okay with it
I'm okay with many things
Even my own flaws and failures
NightmareThe glass shatters and the animals chatter.
Should I wait for the latter?
Oh no no no
I won't, I won't obey
I shall not listen, my ears are sealed
I'm trapped, trapped in a field
Darkness is plentiful, the staircase is endless
Nothing can be seen, except the white hands of death
I'm trapped, trapped in this field.
It all changes suddenly
Darkness to light. Death to life.
What have I become?
SilentWhen the gunshot fires
And the songbirds tire
Sudden death takes turn
the local vicinity's rage burns
A still silence takes the crowd
Nothing was heard, no sound
We lost our cherished guest
Perhaps this was for our best?
DecemberJoyous time of the year
With cookies, elves and reindeer!
Presents, carols, and love to all
Winter is a much better season than fall
Hatred diminished and kindness spreads
White snow covers so get your sled
Towering hills become elegant white
Daytime it shines as bright
Presents, presents the funnest time of all
After Christmas, come to our New Year ball!
Autumn MadnessFalling leaves of red madness
Many say you represent deep sadness
But it is the time for preparation
The beauty of marvelous autumn harvest creation
Some of the wilderness animal began the long slumber
Tirelessly eating, scavenging for food lumbered
What is this autumn joy?
Stop acting like you enjoy!
The red leaves fall to the ground
Vividly dancing all around
The wind howling startling sounds
How would anyone favor fall?
Is there some I cannot understand?
Some please tell me why
I just don't comprehend your lies
Do you believe you can fly?
You're so riduculous
NightBlueish sky that covers
A romantic time for lovers
Twinkling stars sparkling till day
A lot of time to have a gourmet
Peaceful air all around
With creepy, yet exquiste sounds
The gleaming, white moon shines brightly
Like a celestial being so heavenly
The forest darken and fireflies occur
Twas so enchanting to little her
EnviousYou really like to brag, don't you?
Is that something you love to do?
My heart feels ache from your words
Honestly I don't think you care about others
You just desire the attention and jealous treatment
Is this your life now?
Why do I care? Why do we all care?
I just don't understand
Why you brag about
Your silky dress and wealth
You're like, a perfect soul
You have no flaws which ticks me
Be damned with you
Never return to me
Just leave the town in agony
Esoteric"Ladies and gentlemen, one lucky denizen will be chosen
to receive a very, special gift! So be sure to check your Christmas tree tomorrow morning!"
It was a gloomy, dark Christmas Eve. My dearest family was enjoying themselves, chatting, playing, and having a nice enjoyable time. Everyone was enjoying themselves except for me.
My name is Avarice Greenwich and we're spending our damned Christmas at Grandma Avidity's house. I don't understand why we cannot stay at home and relax there. But my father insisted a bunch of times.
Why do I hate Christmas? Well, for once Santa doesn't even exist in this world. He is nothing more than a mere child's demented imagination. Second, its all these jolly decorations around. Rainbow lights, candy canes, elves, what will happen next? Decorations of a Brobdingnagian Frosty? All of these jolly decorations makes me incredibly sick inside! Bluh!
As I exclaimed before, my family was chatting and having "the time of their lives" at the living room. I
Bridge ClosedIn the city of spires
thrust upward through the body of cloud
a piercing spike of adrenalin,
as the wind fondly ruffles her hair,
doesn't stop her from jumping up.
Reaching to be seen or saved,
by a city that blinks and misses her -
a temporary peak on the skyline.
Doesn't stop her from slamming
into the steel slashes
of the trainline below.
Even the most beautiful places
to those blinded by the inside-out-agony
of breathing against their will.
The city of spires remember her
as the cause for a bridge closed
on a Sunday.
Poem for My 2nd Semester English Teacher(Short v.)You stapled these words to the page.
Like a modern day tyrant,
You denied them the little humanity
You trapped their souls into
And threw them to the curb,
I understand that certain things
Should be left Inhuman
But we even give hurricanes names.
You taught us to separate the person from the art,
But if the art is about that person, you can’t pull them apart
The SundancersThe sundancers crease the sky ephemerally
and stain the floor with their bravery, eternally.
FlamesThere are flames where
his head should be -
a poem left in the fireplace,
a dressing gown, a pipe,
forty pieces of silver.
This man promised you a winter
so warm and bountiful
spring would be ashamed.
He called you by name -
not the one that father knew
shoved under his bible.
But the one left behind
in the branches,
in the bucket of brambles,
and the columbines
buried at your feet.
Stones on the battlefield,
surrender in the grass.
What did his face
even look like behind the curtain,
counting those coins
and loosening the damp earth
from your shoes?
on moving outI take my bookends. I take my whiteboard
and that crooked letter opener I use to pop the caps off
beers, I take my poems,
I take my brand-new never-used coffeemaker
and my decades-old over-used typewriter which weighs
about 6 babies. I take my pictures, and those letters
you wrote me;
I do not take you. I take the
PS2. and the broken lamp. and your
shirt. I take no shit.
but my own shit.]
I take a blanket,
my good underwear
and a deck of cards.
I take my cat.
I burn the rest.
FriendshipFriendship is a tapestry
Woven through the years
With threads of joy and laughter
Happiness and tears
It's a work of art so priceless
It's shared by a precious few
Yet so easily created
By a loving friend like you
each one of us carries cemeteries beneath our skinyou are not the only one
to walk like there are
who looks both ways
before crossing the road
"knew a girl who";
you are alive
and you will experience
hurt, and you will
be so thankful
for every painful breath you take
because it's better than when
everything goes quiet
and all you feel is exhaustion.
there is more than just
one cold snap
before you enter
the winter of your life.
there are spells
of sadness and rage,
hate and denial
of all that you know
and all that you deserve;
and you are not the only one
to fight for everyday you are here,
alive and breathing
and striving to thrive
on such an unforgiving planet,
in such a world
that births emotional deserts
in its people;
you are not the only one
The lighthouseOn the top of the cliff
Facing the endless blue ocean
There is a place
Where a bright light shines
Guiding people through the night
And through the storm
A place of mystery and wonder
A sight to behold
Let its light guide you
So you can find happiness
Mirrored RomanceDo you love me?
You would stand by me
Do you love me not?
You would hurt me
Are your feelings true?
You would care for me
Are your feelings false?
You would lie to me
Do you need me?
You would say yes
Do you need me?
You would betray me
Will you send me presents?
You would smile
Will you care for me?
You would lie, then let me perish
Would you cherish me?
You would say yes
Would you cherish me?
You would say you hate me
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