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No Doubt

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Short Poems

There was never any doubt

Until the haze clouded over you

And that's when you burned out 

I thought you would get through

 

But as it becomes clear

Our friendship is done

But I still love you my dear

No matter how much you shun

 

All I can do is guess

Always blaming myself

All this causes is stress

Of course you can't trouble oneself

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

not my best, but it's nice to be back. I hope someone at least enjoys this and that it speaks for itself. More to come about this.

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“how beautiful is the silence of growing things
in a place full of even deader things?
the soft roots of innocent herbs
poke through the rotten flesh
and curl around the dirty bones
of forgotten ancestors
that deserved better than this.” And
all of this underneath the rubber soles
of a young girl’s Sunday shoes,
scuffed white surrounding curled baby toes.
Her world watches as she jumps from rock to rock,
lining the winding road as it leads out.
And she laughs at herself,
dark curls bouncing with her. Again she wonders,
“how blind are the sunken eyes
of those who stopped looking? the flies buzz
and run their tiny feet all over
the stiff, unfeeling organs
of ancient lovers from a different land, different time.
if they could see now, they’d just see rotting wood,
the unsightly view we condemn all our expired kind to-
maybe that’s why they stopped looking, closed their eyes.”
She smiles, and the old breeze
chills her crooked teeth, stirs her Sunday dress,
black and white against her bony knees.
And she tells herself-
“It is just his body that lingers,
falling victim to natural defamation;
his soul floats on to a truer place,
full of grander memories.”
For she cannot afford to think in any other way.

A Fever

Folder: 
Voodoo

Brilliant warm reds

caress the darkening sky

A fever pitch of

colored emotion

I am not at all

at peace

Pieces come un glu ed

with blue blurred

lines and a hopscotch

of memories


Spinning and spinning

Eyes upward, heart heartward, feet floating

 

I can swim but sometimes drowning scares

the hell out of me

Inside. I stay there often; too often.

Too often, time is reduced to

tentative and fleeting moments.

Brilliant warm reds

caress the darkening sky

A fevered pitch of

colored emotion

I am not at all at peace

Pieces come un glu ed

Though, sometimes-

the glow of sunshine

defrosts my thoughts

and devastates my

structured palace

The walls, they tumble down

And, in the span of two small breaths

I step outside

to not just watch

but to become.

Two small breaths

-Laughter

Two small breaths

-Joy

Two small breaths

-Surrender

Two small breaths

-Drowning


Spinning and spinning

Eyes upward, heart heaving, feet frantic

 

The heavy drum of heartache

beats beats beats

I can swim

but only

if I stay inside

Only, inside.

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A Dragon's Revelation

 

My wings were cut, torn and cast away.
Left for dead was I, wounded by the fray.
My only sin, to be a lone Drake.
I had no kin to call my own, to watch my back as I flew.
If only I had known the trials, if I only knew.

If only I had given in, to my stubborn ideals.
I would not be there then, bleeding as my wounds did heal.
A Dragon without its brethren is no more than a wounded bird.
Words I cared not to believe, tales I thought were absurd.

Shackled to the post of death, waiting for my soul to be laid to rest.
I gazed up to the sunlit sky and noticed something shine bright.
Almost as if it was an angel, to cast away the long night.
In truth it was not an angel, but more of a second chance.
Another of my kind had heard my cries, not giving my situation a second glance.
Stripped down from those shackles, I dropped limp out of the sky.
The other of my kind darted down, fire of passion burning within those eyes.

“Fear not brother, I shall free you and carry you home.” Were the words spoken.
“You were lost and now rescued. Let us heal that which is broken.”

So for days I flew with this fellow Dragon, resting along its back.
Thinking about my days alone, and why I never turned back.
I was foolish; thinking all I needed was my inner and outer strength.
As cliché as it sounds now, others were needed to end the strife.

That Dragon which called me brother, turned out to be a sister.
She took me to her kin, which accepted me under their wings.
I fly now with them as family, taking on together, whatever this world brings.

 

We are Dragons, ruler of the skies.  Hear our cries out to this world,

And know we watch down from above.  

We live together within our kin, and shall never be apart.  

Unity is our power, and it is never ending.  

Together we fly as one wing in the sky, a bond unbroken.

Too Young to Die

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Stories

                 This next man I'm rather proud of. He has been battling cancer for several years now. His end innevitable and yet, through all of his struggle, he has kept a glimmer of hope in his eye. Truly Remarkable. To stare Me in the face and say, "I will beat you," as many did before, and yet they all failed. Some I decided to give a second chance, but I still visited them later on... However, that is beside the point, for right now it is his time. This would be a lot easier if his family weren't here, because then I could come in, visit him, and leave with relatively no guilt. But his mother, father, sister and brother are here and thankfully I won't have to visit any of them anytime soon... Sad, normally when I visit twenty-six year olds it's usually because they are doing something stupid, whether it be drinking and driving or over-dosing on drugs. Anyway, his clock is running out of time. I can see the sands trickling down his hour glass and finally he sees me, and that blasted machine is starting to bother me. "Beep... Beep.. Beeeeeeeeeeeep."... Just once I would like the family to understand, but as usual they start panicking. The terror on their faces, the shouts, the cries, the tears... It really makes me hate my job.... Well, on my merry way, I suppose.~ Where to next? Oh joy, a package deal...~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Hey all! I'm back in school so that probably means I'll be posting regularly again. Added another monologue from Death again, hoping all of you enjoy these stories and I'm not wasting space on the internet. Not that that is a problem... Anyway, some things about this peice; I read somewhere that adding a "~" at the end of a sentence makes it sarcastic so I thought I should try to use it a little. And I'm not sure if I should right more in depth about things that I mention or if I should keep it nice and short? I don't know, but comment on anything you like, any and all criticism is welcome.

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The Poison In You

What if I wasn't like you?

And I was just me, and Myself was true?

 

And if you did bad would it mean I would too? 

Would it mean if I did it, I'm exactly like you?

 

Would I be subject to your evil?

Would I be subject to your internal upheaval?

 

What if I am good in spirit,

And you might just rather not hear it

 

And if I did bad, does it mean I'm just like you?

Looking for an excuse for the culprit that causes blue?

 

Decisions left to baseless comparison

Myself gone from me, and origin

She tells me so, I'm just like him and her

Do you see my other qualities as just a blur?

 

Bring my poison, she admits me to it

Determines me as someone else and then she sits

 

Then, who am I?

A continuation of your deranged views, someone elses cry?

What is Okay?

Tell me, is it ever really "Okay?"

At times I wish I could disappear, away from the day.

 

Tell me, was it really all a mystery?

Or was I really something plagued by history?

Judge me, try to reason my scars,

Yet, were you there for  my unreasonable wars?

 

Did you ever set foot in my shoes?

Taken account of what brings the blues?

 

Tell me, does it really matter?

If I was any more the sadder?

Perhaps it's just my business, only my trouble.

Not another place to intrude into my bubble.

I'll solve my self alone, and myself alone only

Not for you to break my silence, maybe tonight, I'd just like to be lonely.

 

Blame my shortcomings for my scars if you dare.

For me, it just occurred, the past isn't something I ever chose to wear.

Christmas Eve

It's time to celebrate because it's Christmas Eve.

But Christmas isn't about the gifts that we receive.

It's about the love that we carry in our hearts.

The love that we have for each other is like a priceless work of art.

Even if you don't get good gifts, the love you share with your loved ones is the greatest gift of all.

Let them know how much they mean to you and this Christmas you'll have a ball.

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My Heart Breaks (2nd Version)

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Baby sister Poems

When I think of all the things

you'll never do...

When I think of all the places

you'll never go...

When I think of all the things

I can't say to you,

 

My heart breaks.

 

 

When I look at your picture....

When I look at your grave...

 

My heart breaks.

 

 

When I miss you...

When I miss your laugh...

When I miss your smile...

 

My heart breaks!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Yes, I know this is the same poem as the other "My Heart Breaks", I just didn't know which format I liked it better in, so I posted them both! :)

What do you think??

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