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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
Though

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
And so

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.

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

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,
Nearly, white.
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

A man such as meHow do you think it would be,
to be like a man such as me?

Copper mane unkempt, unruly, distort,
from showers too long and sleep too short.
Eyes darting erratically, vibrant and blue,
sunken in purple pits, looking blackened and bruised.
A nose, big and red, once hit with a bat,
a maw full of teeth, yellowed, crooked and that.
A beard full and lush, fit for a king,
(one I should trim one evening...)

Betwixt my shoulders lies a beating heart
one which stirs for music, words and art,
one which constantly yearns for intimate love,
but is under command by the grey matter above.
A pair of lungs, tightly restricted by my bulk,
only shallow breath

Oh, Holy FatherOh, Holy Father above, please hear me tonight,
Give me the strength to continue the fight
Against the evil that lies within my heart –
Purify me, let me bleed and tear me apart.
Cleanse me, I beg of you, set my soul free
From the demons that have such a hold on me.
I am a man, a mere mortal, dedicated and just,
I steer clear from sinners and am not swayed by lust.
I am loyal and honest and faithful and true,
And, in my time of need, I turn to you.
I am wounded and broken and on my knees, I pray,
Save me before the sun greets another day.
Protect me from the darkness, let my torment end,
So I can be your Man of God once again.

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That the love that I formed must come to an end
Are we star crossed or is there a chance for love

They told me just being with you is a sin
I just can't let things stay the way they've always been
I know when injustice is happening, and I've had enough

We have the same love as everyone else
I can't let anyone take that from us
I can't let anyone take away your devotion
I can't let anyone take away our trust

Let it be,
I love you ganja...

What light through yonder window breaks
I'm ready to do whatever it takes
To keep you forever by my side

No matter what our infinite devotion makes
I'll never be

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Arizona to Jamaica
Ganja keep growing
From this fine creation
Water from the sky
Making Ganja grow
Keep us warm through the winter
And hot through the cold
Ganja is the truest
The herb is the healing
There's nothing I would give
For this wonderful feeling

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The system takes me to jail
Arms wide open
It's getting hard to tell
Got the pigs in my city
Just taking people rights
I'm waiting for the day
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This ain't no phase
This is part of my strife
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For the rest of my life

I'm on a journey to heavenI'm on a journey to heaven
where my savior waits
Where all the people are robbed in white
And no one can hate
Just like the children of the Israelites
Going to the promised land
To face the bema seat of Christ
Is where I'll stand

No no no I won't be judged by god
On the day to come
No no no no I won't be judged by god
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Don't cry

by ~extremerebirth1, Jun 7, 2012, 9:45:31 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

Please don't cry
I apologize
for whatever I may have done

The sound of your cries
Brought on by my lies
That you were the only one

It won't be the same
If I see your pain
Rest your weeping head in my arm

Your tears fall like rain
Isn't it a shame
That I vowed to protect you from harm

But I hurt you
And you hurt too
That something that I forgot

I'll remain true
Like the sky remains blue
I won't let our love rot

Please don't cry
I deserve to die
For hurting you ever so much

I'll hold you tight
You don't need to wonder why
All you need to do is trust

Seeing me cry didn't hurt
When I lied in the dirt
And you let another woman take my place

The lipstick on your shirt
And the lies you unearthed
The ones you made straight to my face

Do you hear me sob
Was doing this your job
When you cheated and left me alone

My heart you tried to rob
While I wander in the smog
I feel I should let it be known

You hurt me too much
For me to appreciate your touch
Yet you stand hear wanting me back

You used me as a crutch
Why did you treat me as such
You left wounds that I may never patch

Yes I will cry
As I say goodbye
I hope the pain eats at your soul

You'd better not try
To put me back in your life
I hope you've achieved your goal

What's wrong, Please don't cry...

Don't cryby ~extremerebirth1

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

Bold=man
italics=woman

Another thing I wanted to do was make both of them sympathetic. I want you to tell me, do you somewhat sympathize with this guy, I know he cheated on his girl, but still. I didn't want to make some stereotypical asshole. I wanted there to be sympathy for both of them. I wanted him to have depth, do you pity this guy, or did he just get what was comming to him?

~XxVINTAGExX Jun 7, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Absolutey lovely... Brought tears to my eyes

~extremerebirth1 Jun 7, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

thx

~XxVINTAGExX Jun 8, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

You're very welcome! Was this based on a personal event or something that you just thought up?

~extremerebirth1 Jun 8, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

something I just thought up

~XxVINTAGExX Jun 8, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Oh well it's very nice, even if it is very sad. You're very talented.

~extremerebirth1 Jun 8, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

thank you

~XxVINTAGExX Jun 8, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

You're welcome

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