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Details | Ballad | |

This Song is for my Mother

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
I couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
A song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created and cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Memory of a mother
Shared my dreams and really cared

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Mama…
I know I wasn’t there……

For you

Would have placed 
A magic carpet 
‘neath your weak and shaky legs

Would have raised
A strong west wind
Let you breathe with ease again

Would have bribed 
God’s venal angels
Come and soothe your endless pain

Would have vanquished
All the demons
And bring peace to you again

Be the child
I never knew
In a land
We won’t grow old

Be the light
I always loved
Warmed my dark 
And lonely soul

Be the girl
Playing games
In a world 
The sun won’t set

Be the laughter
Calms my heart
I never will forget
I won’t forget, won’t forget

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
Couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
Song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created….cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

I broke my promises, oh mama
Now you’ve gone away 
I’m broken
Drowning in the pain each day

I’m  drowning…drowning...drowning…drowning

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me…….



Details | I do not know? | |

I've Scribbled This Song For You



I've Scribbled This Song For You...


I'm wasting my days,
my empty nights too,

I should have held on,
but I simply lost you,

now I stagger along,

wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,

yes, I should have kept,
you close to my skin,

soaking your warmth,
but you were laughing,

at my foolish grin...


now I'm all broken,
and torn apart,

but what the hell,
I was always late,
for the tolling of the bell,

and now...

now I stagger along,

wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,

so kiss me now like you once did,
I'm tired of being so carefully hid,


la laa laa la laa laa laa...


(repeat to fade)


:-)


Details | Free verse | |

Rebirth

Ignite,
The missing light,
Forget,
What's behind.
Just believe,
That love comes again...

'Cause,
The skies,
Are like a hard glide,
In a shining rainbow's light...

All dreams and fantasies,
Can be reality,
'Cause fantasy,
Is based on reality...
But all histories aren't the same...

'Cause,
Sometimes, we dive,
In our lives...

So,
Don't judge,
For what you see,
Judge,
For what it is...,
'Cause time passes,
But, memories remain...

And,
Listen,
To your heart,
'Cause,
The body, does,
The mind, thinks,
And, the heart, feels...,
While, the soul, lives...

So,
Always remember,
To remember the past,
To live the present,
And to wait and pursue the future...

Listen to your heart,
Before you are telling goodbye,
'Cause destiny,
Might lead to demise...,
But, remember that destiny can be changed...

Life is unpredictable,
But space and time,
Could be controlled...
And even if some die,
We may survive...

Remember,
That life,
Might have an endless beginning...

All that remains,
Is to be reborn...


Details | Lyric | |

Through Mundane Clouds

To make a word mean something new,
With some uniqueness  -
O what genius!
These words are washed of all their color
Black and white, lo, gray
With boredom.
So what’s left to write about,
When words mean nothing more today
Than they did  one thousand  yesterdays,
Where lyrics sung like gentle sparrows
Lifted on a feathered wing
To heights I dare not envy -
                   O such jealousy I carry!
What utterance can be invented 
That will strike a brand new language in me?
Woe, to have just one new word
To write across the clearest sky… 
Mark, until it breaks through  mundane clouds,
I call upon a devil’s darn to sew my lips -
Until righteous words rain down from heaven
Where I shall  taste sweet nectar of fresh letters
Falling into gorgeous arrangements
On crisp white sheets.


Details | Lyric | |

Our Song (I'm Home)

I always said I would write our song
But the words escape me
I said I would tell our story but I don't know how
Words can't do justice to the way I feel
It’s never the way I want it to come out

When I'm with you I'm myself
You complete my heart
When I'm with you I can be the real me
In your arms I'm home

I can't write a never-ending story
Our love grows more every day
This story has no ending
No song can end that way

When I'm with you I'm myself
You complete my heart
When I'm with you I can be the real me
In your arms I'm home

I'll wake up every day in your arms
In my heart is where you will always live
If there comes a day when god takes you from me
I'll go too, I can't live without you

When I'm with you I'm myself
You complete my heart
When I'm with you I can be the real me
In your arms I'm home

Anywhere, any time, I'm fine
As long as I'm with you...
I'm home...


Details | Lyric | |

Let's Write A Poem

Here’s my plea: Let’s write a poem for the world to read;
And in it is a message that all can relate or heed;

Encourage others to pick a pen instead of a gun;
With this poem let people be taught to bond 

all spirits, whether in distress or in joy with a smile;
This poem we write be a reminder that life is fragile;

That peace is at hand, only if we want to achieve;
People will learn to greet enemies and they shall be received;

All of us can write, whether you’re white, black, or brown;
Just believe in what you can do; and not to aspire the crown

Of hate, if you dare tomorrow comes without tears,
Nor will there be worries of living in fears;

With this poem, people will burst not
In paroxysm of rage, but, be inspired to share a lot

Such as love, hope, or maybe, just give a friendly kiss;
You know, it’s easy to write a poem, than writing peace.


Details | Prose | |

Eventually

Today is earlier than usual. 
It's not like any other days,
it's becoming a ritual.
Tasks at hand were once confusing; 
like riding the waves slowly, you're cautious to not make mistakes,
yet, you were falling. 

Eventually the ride gets easy.
Even when the water is raging,
you continue believing--
moving is breezy.
Relax your mind and your body will follow.
Allow your soul to take over,
release all the sorrow--
soak in all the positivity,
spirits, swallow. 

When things get crazy,
your vision gets hazy.
Just close your eyes, imagine a world where there are skies--
of no lies.
Where the ground is stable;
not shaken by any label.
Now open your eyes;
Do you see a world of disguise?
Capture that vision, now you realize.
The politics, views, the price of arguing--
the war, hunger, win a prize of suffering. 

Today is still early.
It's never too late.
When are you going to make a change?
Start by breathing, speaking--
let your message reverberate. 

You're getting used to the ride.
You're moving steadily--cruising. 
Skipping your steps, you don't mind bruising. 
Your journey extends through space--traversing. 

Eventually the ride gets easy.
Even when the water is raging,
you continue believing--
moving is breezy.
Relax your mind and your body will follow.
Allow your soul to take over,
release all the sorrow--
soak in all the positivity,
spirits, swallow.


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


Details | Acrostic | |

Music

Music calms the angry heart, its glorious rhythm penetrates the dark, the way I feel when the sound waves seep through my hair, consumes my soul with a suttle stare, my feet so happy, my body enriched with vibrations, my soul so at ease, I'm here for the taking.
 

I play from my experience, I put on a show, my hidden words entangled with the things that I know, smiles surround me, they glance by my feet, their inner beings amazed by my beat.
 

I beat my drums, I play my strings, they show me their affection, this is where I get my wings, they say I can fly, it seems I can soar, my music so perfect, they keep asking for more.
 

I do what I love, and they love what I do, music is my life, I am so happy that I can share it with you.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Soul Sisters

Such an Amazing girl god put into my life.

He knew i needed you at that exact time

Funny when we met I thought you were to good for me

But when you approached me the sweetest girl I did meet.

From that day on we have never truly been apart cause I

carry you around everywhere in my heart. You have been the

rock when I needed a friend around, you have been the light

when the darkness consumed me and took away my sunshine

Even when were miles apart the phone connects us and keeps

our strongest bond. 17 years feels like such a short time but

I feel I have always had you in my life. Soul Sisters we were

meant to be.. You my beloved friend are such a fresh breeze

Even after a year apart it was like yesterday that we did part

so through the many miles and through the long hard road

I know this friendship will always survive. Your a burst of joy

to me each day I thank the Lord for the sweet blessing he gave!

BY:Christina McCullouch

7/28/2012


Details | Light Poetry | |

DREAM WORLD

In the dream world where reality becomes a fantasy 
And fantasy becomes reality.

The impossible is made possible and death becomes no threat. Mountains turn to a plain ground and are surmountable.

In the dream world I can do the impossible and see the invincible. I can spread my wings, soar and fly through the clouds reaching the altitude of my fortune and destiny.

In the dream world I am unstoppable and unquestionable, conquering all my adversaries. The treasures of this world are at my disposal, kings and kingdoms are my subjects.

In the dream world wishes don’t count but choices are made. That is why I have made the choice to have you as mine forever. In my dream world where there is no pain but gain, no distress but fortress, no cross but crown.


Details | Lyric | |

Lacerated Wings

They are bound to the Earth like trees
Suffocating under the weight of an icy grave 
Reaching to be free, but only their limbs are seen
Hoping that one day someone will see:
They can't escape with lacerated wings

The ocean surrounds me, covering everything
Nothing will be clearly seen; confusion overwhelming
No-one can save you, you're on your own, left to die
Manipulating every bleeding heart you can find
I can't escape with lacerated wings.

Swarms of nets, waves of screams 
Entangle: your captive illusions and dreams
The mask has be seared - The truth now they see
The Liar - Vampiric Fiend; lowly thief
And now they know you can't escape with Lacerated Wings

There's reasons for your rejections:
Your Heavy heart's transferred oppression
The scars are too deep to pass the trials
But you can find peace in your cage of empty spirals
You Cannot Escape With Lacerated Wings


Details | Rhyme royal | |

I'm Irreplaceable

I slip my headphones on, and I begin dreaming,
my desk is my alter, and the Heavens is what I'm seeing.
My pen is the bridge, and this paper is the gate,
writer's block is the pad lock, the only thing in the way.

I click open my pen, and begin to release from within,
my blood runs as deep the ink, and washes away my sins.
My thoughts are the cross, and my burdens act like a wreath.
Razor sharp thorns cut me, as I'm trying to catch my breath.

My enemies are the whips, hitting me in the back,
tying me down with chains, just to get a little laugh.
My lyrics are my message, what got me here in the first place.
My mind is my shovel, digging the hole to bury my scarred face.

Then the beat stops, and I wake up from my trance,
I hit replay and try again, I only got one chance.
I'm giving it my all, but at least I'll always know one thing,
I'm Irreplaceable.


The track starts again, and I slip back into my sleep.
My pen is my gun and the paper is my enemies.
Writers block is my holding cell, and the key is my mind,
my mind is the problem, because it locks itself up all the time.

The beat is my pulse, slowing down before it drops,
then picking up the pace, while adrenaline does it's job.
My words are the bullets, penetrating your skin,
your body is still intact, but you're shattered within.

The lead is the streets, giving me countless ways to go,
the eraser gives me the ability, to never leave my home.
Every word is a stray bullet, it'll connect it won't.
My enemies are my targets, I either hit 'em or I don't.

But I'll keep shooting, until this lead goes dull,
I'm giving it my all, but at least I'll always know one thing,
I'm Irreplaceable.


Details | Free verse | |

Mother and son

I cherish you,
If you cherish me.

You brought me to life,
We began to meet through time,
Even though,
Sometimes you don't comprehend me,
Sometimes you don't understand me,
That sometimes time isn't enough,
That sometimes instincts get uncontrolled...,
But still,
You were designated for my life,
And you profile my living...
We share lives...

Although,
Time brings maturity,
And time doesn't last forever,
As well as we don't last forever...

There is no such thing,
As total perfection,
Even though,
Thank you...


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?


Details | Lyric | |

Come As You Are

At one point in my life i was an artist
I used to paint and draw
Covering a piece of paper
In beautiful colors
And my art told a story
The sort of story you couldn't talk about
I used to go to school every day
Showing up late 
Wasn't something I'd do
But i dropped out
Leaving my education behind
I played the bass guitar
In a band called 
The Nocturnal
My fingers ran against that bass
Pure magic
The sound of the gods
Setting out to destroy the world
Pure Punk straight from Seattle
At one point i was clean
Sober and pure like a new born baby
Falling further into 
What you now call 
"disapointment"
Screwing up my veins
with every shot of herion
Killing my brain cells
With every joint i smoked
Clogging up my nose 
With every pill you could have known
I used to write lyrics
About my life
My childhood
I used to write journals
The ones you read in the book 
that was published of me
I got up on that stage every night
As i was
Nothing fake
Nothing glamourous
Only a few scars
One shot of heroin
Come as you are
The words only speak for 
Themselves


Details | I do not know? | |

Welcome 2013

Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome. 
this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome. 
I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise. :)
What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thing. lol. so thank you readers. plz comment and tell me your thoughts.


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?


Details | Lyric | |

Dribble A Drop

Let it trickle
Dribble a drop
From the Tip
Of the Top
Till it sits
on the rocks
a little sip
then it flops
another is sick
Hit up Doc
here's another hit
Hear it pop
Pills will slit
Big willed thoughts
Like a wrist
Do not watch
the skin split
Like gymnasts' crotch 
Sorry a bit
Going for shock
Not even wit
Just mental block


Details | Lyric | |

A Ride With Mom

A Ride With Mom


All alone in bed
Tonight I am dreaming of the dead

Mom and I were in the car driving
I had no idea where we would be arriving

It was a sunny day
Mom didn’t have much to say

Then suddenly I awoke
This ride was no joke

All these questions in my head
This always happens to me with a visit from the dead

What did Mom want to tell me
Did she just want to share Thanksgiving Glee

So now Mom’s presence in my dream
Sends me to my desk to write down my mental stream

I haven’t dream’t of Mom in years
Not since the Funeral Fears

It’s Two AM in the mourn
Writing this poem is this how Love is born

I will tell my new Lady Friend
About my dream and what I have penned

Did Mom want to hear about Caroline
The Spanish Mexican Beauty who is Divine

Long Luscious Black Hair
A Beautiful Face Beyond Compare

An Angel’s Voice
I have no choice

Her spell is starting to take hold of me
The sight of her can send any man to his knee

Her aroma is intoxicating
I think she is much more than a Fall Fling

Saturday I will give her a purple and white rose
This woman has driven me to write prose

Well I guess it is my turn to take a Female Chance
Maybe we will both find romance

Is this why Mom took me for a ride tonight
To show me my search for Love is finally in sight

Only time will tell if Mom is right
That Caroline will be my darling delight


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: IV

God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: VI

The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Hence... circumcision?


Details | Lyric | |

Unleash

As time goes by
No need to hang around and cry
Shame no one ever told me
All you need is to feel free

My mind goes frantic
It builds up inside,develope panic
Unleash that tension
You don`t need to mention
I`ll be climbing that wall at high speed
And keep myself on that track until my fingers bleed

I need your touch
The one that give me so much
Gotta do things your way
There`s no real recommendations to lifes`highway
Reliving history`s melancholic events
Wouldn`t change more than it prevents

As time goes by
No need to hang around and cry
Shame no one told me
All you need is to feel free



A.Ertsland
18th.February 2012

Got the idea to this write from someone I worked with a few years back.Never got
his life on the roll,always stuck in what people would say or think about what he 
was doing.Guess we all feel that to a certain point,but my message in this write is
to live while we`re here.Life`s too short to second guess everything we do.All though
I think common sense should be the anchor in whatever actions we do.


Details | Rhyme | |

Will You Travel With Me To Heaven PART THREE

Imagine a king who has many
Servants staying at his palace
It would make no sense at all if those
Servants do not fulfill their purpose


Those servants were ordered to work
And to respect that king at all times
While the king gives them a place to stay
They should always make his palace shine


Any slave who does not work may
Eventually be kicked out soon
Any slave who works improperly
May likewise end up without a room


That king has a right to command
His slaves to sing lovely songs of him
To choose the number of times to wash
A staircase, because he is 'king'


That king has a right to command his
Slaves to do well to his family
To treat his close friends with respect
And welcome his guests cheerfully


To tell them not to touch this and that
To disallow them from certain rooms
To do what he commands them to do
As he is the owner who rules


So when Allah gives a command
A command that must be obeyed
You must obey Allah's Commandments
Or else you might get yourself astray


So if Allah commands you to pray
To Him, five prayers everyday
Don't ask 'why? ' Don't ask 'why five salahs? '
Just listen to God, and obey


God lets you walk on the earth He made
God gives you fresh air for you to breathe
God keeps the clouds above you floating
And gives you drink and food to eat


God gave you a brain with which to think
And still you ask 'why should you pray? '
We pray to Allah, the Mighty King
Who lets us live each night and day


When you're awake, when you're asleep
The air you breathe each night and day
What you inhale and what you exhale
Are some things from God which you don't pay


The ability to taste is a
Gift from God which many just ignore
Imagine if you could not taste the
Food you eat, eating would be a bore


You eat fruits and vegetables that God
Created, from plants that Allah made
You drink water which belongs to God
And yet you ask 'why must we pray? '

--->PART FOUR


Details | Lyric | |

Im Sorry

I hope you remember all of the bad things you have done so far
I hope you still have the chance to fix them 
Im sorry it took me forever to write this letter to you
Ive been meaning to save you from what your about to become
For some reason i cant get a grip on it
I dont know what i want to say
I dont know how to help you
Im about to tell you about some of the things you are about to do
Right now your 16
Right now you are sitting on your bed listening to music
Reading a book on your favorite band
Smoking that cigarette
That will soon get you into all the other things that causes more problems for you
Try to avoid the guy you are about to let into your life
Remember that your not allowed to talk to strangers
Remember your mom told you that when you were 7
Its about time you listen to her
You will meet a girl
And you will end up hurting her
Dont take her to that club 
Where your band is about to play
Your not good at singing
And your bass playing still needs some work
Dont embarass yourself
It lowers your self esteem
And you will try to committ suicide
Multiple times
But dont worry 
It doesnt work
So stop trying to 
Kill yourself
Remember the night when you ran away
And went to go live with your aunt
Yea...
Shes about to kick you out
Look under your bed
You will find 500 dollars
You put it there when you were young
You forgot 
Thats why im writing you
Remember it
Take it and use it wisely
Dont use it on the drugs 
Dont use it on the beer
Use it towards a better future
So then i dont have to write this letter again.

12-13-12


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Fading Colors

It's hard not to look back at the things that happened in my past,
but it's the past, they passed on, kept runnin' now they're gone and I seem to forget that.
I try too hard to keep my head low, my skin out of this blazing sun,
but no matter how hard I try, not a day goes by I don't wanna get up and run.

So I sit still as the time stops and the world around me begins to fade in,
a black darkness where I don't want anything but for this world around me to end,
but it keeps on going, and keeps on slowing, 'till I'm to slow to defend.
All these kicks, from left and right, 'till I'm on the ground cause of my opponent

And I'm dazing, my mind erasing, any counter attack and I give up,
I understand that he's got me beat, but I can't seem to get out of this slump.

In my mind, I feel untied, I feel crossed, and I feel denied.
And from somewhere inside, I feel the ignition spark, and I ignite.

I have the immense weight of the world, that you dropped on my cold shoulders,
I rather be six feet deep under the ground, I don't want a tombstone, give me a boulder,
It's like every day in this ice cold world, I feel like it's only getting colder,
carrying this weight on my back, as the fiery depths of Hell smoulder.

But everyday I, feel like I'm a little bit closer to breaking out of this shell,
I write a little bit more, 'till I develop carpel tunnel syndrome then I exhale.

My colors are fading, but black and white are all I need to sit still.
So I'll keep writing, and keep on fighting, as long as I can keep this skill.


Details | Lyric | |

I Can't Say It Without You

I was your never ending composer
We spent many a nights, and many an hour together
But now you’re lost inside
And I can’t find my way, again.

( chorus )
Cause I can’t say it without you		
It hurts to be without the feeling		
Never knowing when it will return		
But I know that you would stay with me	
If you came back, again some day		
But till then I’ll wait till you appear.	

I really miss the way you make me feel
People said we were meant to be together
Why’d you leave me so unexpectedly
I hope you come back soon.

( Chorus )

It’s been two months since I’ve written you
All I’ve got to show is crumpled bits of paper
The passion and creativity is now gone
So come back home so I can work it out.	


Details | Verse | |

The Poetic Blues

I think I self-sabotage unknowingly 
because of fear
So my message goes unheard because I’m afraid to let the people hear
And end up drowning in the poetic blues
doubting my ability to write about the truth;

I dug deeper and deeper into myself trying to write a poem good enough to be free of judgment
Then I stepped out on faith and suddenly I was triumphant 
and my writing grew 
and I was loving it
I had finally passed the fear of speaking and caring about who the fu*c! was judging it

As I wait to be inspired for the next poem, 
I sit and think alone and drown in my sorrows
Listening to jazz, blues and a.m. radio
trying to find an excuse not to perform at the SLAM 
because again I can’t think of a damn thing to write…..
Drowning in poetic blues
Will this be the one that will be thrown away and never be used 

Or will this be the one that transcends the others  
and finally prove that poetry is blues and blues is poetry and hip hop and jazz and r&b, 
Poetry is music and the words dance around in my soul 
and I am free once they become spoken 
In the meantime the paper is where the words will rest 
until the silence is broken

Drowning in the sea of proper delivery 
My voice, my stance, my intensity
How will others interpret the words that I’ve chosen so diligently?
I wrap my soul around the possibility that none of the words I choose – 
will keep me from becoming deluged and trapped by the poetic blues

Somehow my heart refuses to accept that I don’t deserve to have my words heard 
and it takes over this whole process
No more time for shrinking and feeling less
I was born to  make my words manifest light
I am a gorgeous medium to the truth yeah that's right
I was sent here to give you a piece of good news
Remember that God is with you when you get
The poetic blues


Details | Lyric | |

Good-Bye God

Good-Bye God


One day I fell into a well of despair
Why God does no one care
I am finally at the end of my rope
For me there is no hope

My only sin was looking at the pretty girl
Her face more beautiful than a pearl
Want, Desire, Lust
If only I could have won her trust

I asked her to release me
She smiled and stared
But refused to set me free

Obsessive thoughts way to deep
Mind and soul heartbreak weep

But I now know I will never have her
I fear soon I will be dancing with cadavers
I long for death eternal peace
Only then will this female obsession cease

I was taught it is wrong to take a life
The priest told me to find a wife 
So this is the end
The damage I will soon do will never mend

Should I die by gun, noose, bottle or pill
Or take a leap from a high hill
Maybe God will send me a sign
Maybe a Heavenly Angel will throw me a line

Soon my suicide will fill Satan with pride
My Soul in the Lake of Fire will hide
Did Jesus ever Love me I cried

I can't go on like this
This Blonde Temptress
Robbed me of all bliss
Her beauty tormenting my soul and mind
Unholy woman kind

So I slowly put the gun to my head and said
Soon I will be dead
Good-Bye God
Now I am really going to blow my wad

But wait a voice said
Putting lead in your head will turn your rug red
The only thing that can save your mind and soul
Is to write your way out of this Obsession Hell Hole

God why did you put me down here 
At the bottom living in fear
I must write of these bastard evil thoughts
The Devil tried but my soul can not be bought

I will not let the demons win
I shall not kill myself it is a sin
So now I will become a writer
Keep writing mental fighter

Even if my written words make no sense
Writing makes the mind less tense
Someday my obsession will be lighter
With Heavenly Help
My future will become brighter

So
Damm the Demons
I’m through scream’n

God thank you for finally making my mental suffering go away
So I can stay here a little longer and play
And if no one ever reads my words
At least writing has made my mind 
As free as a bird


Joseph Adam Elward



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Unintelligible Communication - who/what/where/when/why/how?

How can you say the things
that make me want to scream?
How can you hear the words
that make me want to cry?

Why does my life
feel like a constant cliche
and why are you
content to care
about a creature who cares
about nothing at all?

i said i had lost my priorities
but i know i just finally
realized what they are:
"wallowing in self-imposed misery"
ranks first
and manipulation
and selfishness
come in a close second and third
if there is much difference
between them at all.

Can you tell
that i'm out of words?
all i can do
is scream and cry
sigh at life's inevitability
about the mess that is me
and i wish sometimes
that i could let go
float on the flow
of my tears and waters
that teem with my screams
swim
and actually get somewhere.

i try to return to the past
but my creative juices
have fled
watered down by time
and repetitive experiences
and this is new
but not so much so 
that there's anything more
to say
that hasn't already
been said.
i've related to you
the over-used lines
i seem to spill at these times
don't be surprised if
i am reduced
to repeating 4 words:
"what do i do?"
'cause that's all it comes down to.

i write because
it feels like something accurate
-- and that still effects deeply and intensely --
might come out
the next time
or the next time
when really
i read over my old poems
and realize
i've exhausted my supplies
of deep, intense effective poems
and all that's left
is just chicken scratch.

i
don't want to
am not able to
write anything more
all i can do
is lay my head
on the naked pillow
and hope that i won't rise
or if i do
i won't be me.

i can write the words
that make me want to cry
i can write the things
that make me want to scream
but how you can say and hear
i'll never know
'cause i've gone
far beyond the realm
where that is
a plausible
possible
option
but here i can retreat to 
and "fire at will
from behind my hideout
of faux-i-don't-care".
and as i write
i realize that that is the one thing
i can say
that is utterly true
because i am
sorry
and there's nothing i can do
to change that.


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All About the Music: The Infinite Magic of Lyricism

Pop may be catchy
But not lyrically deep
Case in point: Chris Brown.


(N.B. Poem written after hearing "Don't Wake Me Up")


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The Paper In My Lap

Ashley Plotczyk
Inspired

I write, inspired by my heart 
my thoughts only able to be expressed 
through my poems
The best time for me to write
is when I am emotional 
The paper serves as my relief 
It takes my struggle away from me
I love to write when no one else is around me
My thoughts only heard by me 
but read by others once I have mellowed down 
I enjoy sitting down
being only surrounded by silence
This is the time I take for myself
I take the pen and I write until I've found the right words
The only words that can soothe my uneasiness 
from my busy life and hectic mind 
My favorite place to write is anywhere I am able to write 
at that moment that I have the urge to release my feelings 
Like my busy life, I do not wait around to write
I write poetry everyday and I will not always be in the same places 
But my mind will always know how to trade places with the paper in my lap


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Diamonds and Pearls Intro

Diamonds and Pearls Intro

He’s a black diamond standin’ on his throne
Platinum pyramids full of rubys and golds
He rolls royces in silks and riches
First class flights fly first…pacific
Atlantic oasis vacations chasin’ him…
From the states to the islands…they paradisin’ him
Crusin’ round the world in his yacht…no glitches
Shinin’ like baguettes on his wrist…past richness
Sun bathin’ over seas…meditatin’ steadily
In mentality of Garnet…pure clarity
Red emeralds green emeralds…purple tanzanite
It’s Taj Majal relica lookin’ in his eyes
Care for a glass of “The jewel of Pangaea”
Toast to the diamond in the rough of ideas
Higher than the pope…king of all kings
I introduce to you…your majesty… King Sesame


Written by: Aleasha Martin


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Iksiri zehir kendim

Ne dusle senle  gecti  yillar
Ne hikayeler  senle  yasadik birlikte
Bir gun yakin asik
Bir gun yabanci
Omur goctu boyle
Sanki  sen dusman bana
Hep birlikte yasanan  yillara
Kusmusun sevdasin boylesine
Soframdan  tat  almayan  sen
Yeni bir damak tadi  bulan ben
Sanki bilmem mi   gecmisimi 
Hic bitmeyen yanardag  ofkeni  
Ve siddetini yasadikca seni
Unuttum desem   unutsam desem
Sevgimle ortsem desem
Ayni bitmeyen ofke
Ne yapsam bilemem
Bu nasil hastalik  bende
Iksiri  zehir  kendim


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So, You Want to Be a Writer

"So, You Want to Be a Writer?" is a children's song, sung to the tune of "Oh, My 
Darling Clementine".

So, you want to be a writer
But you're not sure where to start?
Grab a pencil and some paper
And write down what's in your heart!

Bonus activity: Explain to children what that "inner voice" is...that voice that says 
things like "Mom's gonna' be so mad when she sees this report card!" or "I'll be so 
disappointed if I don't win the spelling bee." The inner voice is pure and 
unedited...all you need to do is capture it and write it down. Give children a pencil 
and some paper and have them go someplace quiet (their room, the backyard, the 
library). Instruct them to listen to that inner voice and simply write down what it 
says. When they are finished, tell children they've made a journal entry and that 
journal entries can be highly prized. Many authors publish their journal entries. 
Journal entries should be saved, as they can later be turned into poems or stories, 
like "D-Day: The Day I Brought Home My Fourth Grade Report Card".


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Thoughts That Think

Was thinking long and hard about giving up writing.
Convinced myself that I'm a quitter and there's no sense in fighting
To keep the only thing that kept me far from the edge
But I can't pretend.
Pretend that it isn't my Fortress of Solitude 
That's honoured me with solemn servitude.
That it hasn't helped put me to rest, thought and mind,
By accepting the past on paper and keeping it close behind. 

I was thinking logically and analytically 
Because it seems to be the only thing I'm good at. 
Thinking about everything I've seen and everyone I've fought to keep,
They're all gone now, only to be found in memories. 
They say Poets and Artists are the architects of Heaven
And only they know it's the hardest when no one buys what they're selling. 
No one wants to listen and no one wants to see 
Because everyone's so sure of what you're supposed to be. 

But what are you supposed to do when you've dedicated your life to understanding?
When you can empathize with your brother, but your own sight you can't stand it. 
When you feel that there's a missing piece and so the wholes hurting.
Swim out long past the reef and any safety that you keep to do some soul searching.
Days and months fighting fears, love and tears, digging the hard soil.
Only to find that missing piece you desperately seek is hidden deep beneath. 
When you've found the straw that broke the Camels back
Only to find there's a million more underneath.

What are you supposed to do when you follow the chains
Long past the plains in hopes to break the link.
Kill the ties that bind and have held you for so long,
Only to find there is no ball, you were free all along.
And in your days of darkness with no life to sip or sup
All the hands around your back were never meant to keep you up
And all of those who have kept you down will fight to keep you dancing to their beat.
Any impenetrable man once stabbed in the heart, will crumble with defeat.


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The Old Oak Tree

Written by: Treasa Jarvis
Contest: Inspired

Living Here in the Country
is a laid back kind of way
I like to sit under the old oak tree
and write my cares away

I listen to the cheerful  sounds
that nature offers here
I am reminded of simpler times
when I didn't have a fear

Summer breezes blowing
inspires me to write a song
ignites a fire inside of me
gives me strength to carry on.

When I am feeling overwhelmed 
dont have to look for me
just across the meadow
I'll be sitting at the old oak tree.



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Good Change Coming

Written October 7, 2012


My soul burns inside
And it comes comes out to hide
When its so shocked to hear
That the darkness is here

Would you believe in the words that I say
Even if they aren't diamonds and pearls
With a paper in front and a pen in my hand
I just want to change the world

Is it too much to ask
Too abstract to grasp
This idea that's been running
I promise there's good change coming

With a bullet and a gun
You'll get any man to run
But it takes diplomacy
To get a real man to see

Would you believe in the words that I say
Even if they aren't diamonds and pearls
With a paper in front and a pen in my hand
I could really change the world

Is it too hard to be
The man I want to see
When I look in the mirror
Lord I pray it was clearer

With a permanent marker
I color in darker
The world that I see
Ain't what it should be

Would you believe in the words that I say
Even if they aren't diamonds and pearls
With a paper in front and a pen in my hand
I am going to change the world


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I Am

I am sarcastic
A smart-ass
I do what I want
Yet I'm quiet
Self-spoken
But not at all blunt
I am determined
But lazy
Stubborn & mean
I am smart
And creative
With music,I'm a fiend
I'm a goofball
Observant
Yes I am weird
But still normal
But you know me
Let's get one thing clear
I'm no push-over
I don't quit 
Without a try
Yes words can hurt me
So you will see me cry
I am not what you think
Yes I do drink
Caring for none
I am honest and modest
I'm cool and so chill
I am all thee above
I am so very real


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Will You Travel With Me To Heaven PART TWO


A God who is not a human
Not a soul or created thing
A God who always hears and sees
Yet we cannot hear or see Him


A God who tests us, hence we cannot
See Him, a God who never lies
A God without human weakness
-Not Born- A God who does not die


A God who made us with a purpose
To worship Him, worship Him alone
A God who wants us to be Muslims
And Heaven our Eternal Home


By worshiping only One God
And following God's Rules and Laws
Allah is He. God is Allah.
Allah: The God who has no flaws


Allah is not the God of Arabs
Not all Arabs believe in Him
Allah is the God of all of us
Who made everyone and everything


If you ask 'why the name Allah? '
I ask you, why's your name your name?
Imagine your teacher says 'I'm Jane'
If you disbelieve you could be 'lame'

She says, 'Class, I'm Jane; I'm your teacher'
You say, 'I don't want a teacher 'Jane''
Your teacher says, 'my name is Jane'
You say, 'Don't teach, unless your name is changed'


If one has done that, they have rebelled
They're arrogant; they want attention
If you're a troublesome student
Then all you get is detention


So if Allah says that He is God,
That Allah is God, and God Allah
Then believe in God, worship Allah
To avoid Hell and its boiling lava


Allah is One, the Only True God
Allah created you and I
Allah has no children nor wife
Allah needs no bodyguard nor spy


Allah is One, God is Just One
I said 'One God', not 'God in Three'
One God who rules the whole universe
'More than many gods'? How can that be?


If there were many gods as some claim
The whole world would be upside down
False gods would vie with one another
As kings would fight for the same crown


God has no son. God has no daughter.
God has no wife, God did not marry
God is too Powerful and Perfect
God does not weaken nor get lonely


God is Allah, Allah the True God
If you now believe, please testify
That there is no god but Allah
And God was never crucified


Once you have recognized Allah
Remember that Allah has Rules
Rules that must be followed by all
All of God's servants, including you


God commanded us to pray to Him
To Pray to Him each day and each night
To worship Him our Creator Allah
Is the reason why God gave us life

--->PART THREE


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Rain Man

we got a lot of rain man's wearin ray bands tryin to shake hands
with baked fans it a staged plan to get carly rea pants in front of a video tape.
stumblin mumblin bumblin fools trying to get paid
To say f this chick and f that one
whatever absurd word that flows right off of this tongue
got a dirty mouth, here is some orbitz gum
im sweatin bullets and i cant even afford a gun
but its so free if i want to abort my son then take his lungs
so i can be one hundred and forty one
and be here to see the thwarting of the sun

mr. obama who've worn out your welcome
But what do I know? I'm this republicun
who thinks all  girls and boys should become
either a monk or nun and never cum
and pay for all of our condoms and pregnancy prescriptions
Or am I christian who cant have fun
because I know hun its wrong to drink coke and rums
till i am drunk and wait for the ring to get buns
then go condemn kids with weed and pokemon

And its sad to think this what our kids believe
cause this what they preach on the MTV
and  their  heart beat beats to each tweet and re-tweet
till a pick leaks online then they move on to vines
whatever better trend setter that stimulates the mind


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Nowhere

Looks like I'm at the end of this bottle again.
Seems like cigarettes are my only friend.
Newports, no shorts, they're still never long enough.
Man, staying here never felt so rough. 

And I'm back to about a pack a day.
I'm just waiting for my lungs to cave in or give way
To a breath of fresh air, yeah that would be cool,
But once again I'm just a hopeful fool. 

Sometimes I wish that I could just go.
Runaway, find a place that I've never known.
Yeah that would be so nice.
Think it out, write it down, and scream it twice,
But for now I'll just way more time and 
Sometimes I wish I could just go.
Runaway, find a place that I've never known.
Man that would be so nice.
Think it out, write it down, and scream it twice,
But for now I'll just way more time and

I never thought I could drink so much.
Comfortably numb I've lost every touch.
Maybe someday I'll climb out to the top
And find some new ways to every stop.

Maybe someday I'll be out of my way.
Find someone to give me the heart to stay.
Maybe someday I'll be at the top of somewhere
Because down here in nowhere I know that nobody cares. 

Sometimes I wish that I could just go.
Runaway, find a place that I've never known.
Yeah that would be so nice.
Think it out, write it down, and scream it twice,
But for now I'll just waste some more time and 
Sometimes I wish that I could just go.
Runaway, find a place that I've never known.
Man that would be so nice.
Think it out, write it down, and scream it twice,
But for now I'll just waste some more time and

I've finally had it with dreams of out there.
With my bottle and cigarettes I'm lost in Nowhere.


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Feelings

                                            Just a poor man expressing my feelings,
                                            writing my thoughts and personal dealings;
                                            when one day there was a comment so rude,
                                            felt like a knife from my back did protrude;
                                            slashed through my soul and cut my heart,
                                            from poetry, it almost made me depart;
                                            but now I look back and think of that sot,
                                            and to be like her, I'm glad that I am not;
                                            so I will continue to write what I feel,
                                            as the wounds in my heart begin to heal;
                                            knowing that some appreciate my words,
                                            as others recognize the songs of the birds;
                                            i'll write of death, sadness,life and love,
                                            and anything else that I may think of.


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Why I Write II

I write to write...to tell you the truth, that's a damn lie.
I write to express myself, to let my soul breathe a little.
I put love and memories into these things.
I call it, "My Way Out."
It's my ticket to give back to my community, but on top of all that it keeps me away from a gang...a life I never want to live.


John Monteblanco


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If I Could

If I could write a song and keep you from leaving
I'd never write another line
If I could, I'd haunt your peaceful dreams
Forever taunt your fragile mind

Go on, leave me
I'll be just fine
Go on, leave me
There's always another Valentine

This bed that you once called home-
Its emptiness feels so divine
This heart that you once filled whole
Its emptiness, is mine

If I could see through your bleating 
I'd have never called you mine
If I could bring you all you're "needing"
The universe would be thine

Go on, leave me
I'll be just fine
Go on, leave me
There's always another Valentine

Loving thoughts, once dwelt on you
Have slowly morphed with time
Wrought with disdain, I can say:
I'm thankful I drew the line

If I could be all you wanted
I would be God
If I could be all you wanted
Who I am would be robbed

Go on, leave me
I'll be just fine
Go on, leave me
There's always another Valentine

Go on, leave me
I'll be just fine
Go on, leave me
I'll give praise that you aren't mine


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and I will come

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/ 
when the fall gives its rights/ 
to the winter/
you know I will come/
for good or for bad/
I’ll board the train/
Passing by / stations/ and countries/
I promised/ and I remember/
You said “there’s no fortuitous meetings/

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When you’ll lose the trace/
When my firmest snickers/ wipe out/
I will/ I will come…
Unexpectedly/ knowing solely the door/
Just the road / for sure/
Before/ take you I’ll ask/
“are you ready to go?” / 
You are ready/ I know/
All the noise doesn’t matter/
I don’t haste/ will be later/

…I will come.
When it finally turns out/
That November is overthrown by December/
When the first snow falls down/
Will be clear/ that nobody is remembered/ 

And I will come…
Somewhere in chest/ between ribs/
You slashed me/ with thoughts/ 
I can feel it with lips/ crawling under my cloths/
Our world is alive/ our life/ we’re alike/
And I….

I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When the death is changed into fate/
When the winter gives up/ 
To wait/ for spring/
to stay with shining sun/
I will come.


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You

I want to feel inspired,
To write a poem I try.
Yet tonight I feel so tired
Almost about to cry.
I am trying hard to think,
Of what I have to say.
My thoughts are at the brink.
Isn’t there any way?!
To write what I feel
‘Bout this boy who is anew.
This feeling, so surreal
But for once I am true.
I float on a cloud
And no longer am I blue.
For I finally found
My poem in you.


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Hook Online Readers

It crosses my mind
sometimes;
How many people do I
reach online?
So, why should I
post?
Why post my best?
How many people are
impressed?


©2014 Honestly JT


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The Poet and the Prophet

Why have you come to me with questions of your life? 
Asking of what foot placements will better your stride. 
You beg me to ask the Prophet of which events you can tame, 
And for me to write his words in a poem, in your name. 
The universe expands rift as you expound your shame. 
You say the Prophets vision won't be true unless my paper I have stained. 
You ask me to write you a better path, one that will suit you, 
But the Prophet is no puppet master and puppets I refute you. 
My old friend the Prophet wastes no visions on those who are blind, 
And I can sense why you yearn for my lines; I can feel you've been unkind. 
Watch your tongue; you say your downfall has only us to blame? 
I'll spare you only one verse of wisdom, the secret to our game. 
The Poet and the Prophet are one in same.


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And Again in February


And again in February I recollect you.

I write poems for you.

Happy days of February are short.

February only has had time 

To drink a glass of wine

And to hug the new girlfriend,

But already the pipe calls him: «It is time! 

Get on the road!»

And February again rides on a horse.

There, ahead, are only woods and a snowy distance,

Ahead, there is no love

And there is no home.

Ah, poor, lovely February,

I very much regret you,

Probably, I would divide with you your destiny.

But he has already dashed away, 

Has covered up his traces with snows 

He has sent me only greetings from blizzards!

I recollect you, I write poems for you

But I even do not want

To dream of you today.




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thursday night's laundry

Subsequently
I pretend as though I write for you
Sing of changes in the days to come
Again
I pretend I write for you

Outside of clock work
You’re all I’m into
I hold you now
And I feel it’s dying slow
Dying to get you there
how did you get away

There are no fairy-tales
No short stories of ways to go
These are the worries
Every villain gets to know

Hurt for the ages
In the days of some
Apply this method 
And reach for one

Until the years bring back their dead
Inside of tears remains
the essence to feel relief
One Thursday night we sang 
of desires beyond belief

I hold you now 
and I feel it’s dying 
Dying to get you there
How did you get away

"wash me away"


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poe-orgasmic

Oh my poe 
Oh oh oh oh
You're deeper than you'll ever know!
Your ink, it makes my river flow!
Oh my poe
Oh oh oh oh
I moan,  I scream,  I beg for more!
Scratches on your back,  skin is tore!
Oh my poe
Oh oh oh oh
Fill me now,  yes fill me up!
Spill your ink inside my cup!
Oh my poe 
Oh oh oh oh
Let your words grind on my soul!
All night long let's lose control!
Oh my poe
Oh oh oh oh
Climax just gets higher and higher!
You're the fuel that lights my fire!
Oh my poe
Mmmmmmm
     Mmmmmmmmm
           Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
                  Ohhhhhhhhhhh! 

Fill me up!  My poe, my poe!


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Walk On

If I could write a story,I'd write about the past.
The masks and all the words I was afraid to speak.
It would be a story without moral.
I've learned nothing from this journey.
The chapters would be short and simple
In the form of thoughts and riddles.

If I could write a poem to heal myself
I'd un-bandage these wounds
And let them bleed on my page.
I promised myself I wouldn't wait.
I wouldn't have hope but thanks to you
That's all I know.
I'd pack all these things and give them to you,
Because I know patience and love are both virtues.
But if you burned them as physical memories
You know I'd understand.

Wave steady and ignore the tragedy.
Torn between the stories and poetry.
Wave steady and ignore this disaster.
Rummage through the wreck and salvage what you can.
Walk around and hope that you never see
This fragile bird and his broken wings.

There's no shame to sing your favorite song
To save your life.
I'll sing all that I can sing,
And I'll say all that I can say
To make sure I turn out alright.

Walk on and ignore  this tragedy.
Torn between the stories and poetry.
Walk on and ignore this disaster.
Rummage through the wreck and salvage what you can.
Walk on and hope that you never see
This fragile bird and his broken wings.

And I'll sing all that I can sing.
I'll say all that I can say
To make sure I turn out alright.


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In A Writer's Mind

There's a reason by my rhymes, but the angles acute,
Read inside of the lines, I'm only heard by the deaf-mute
The dead truth, is questionable you ask me for a fable
I'll let you respond to your self, see if your mind is able

'Cause Cain and Able, solved the first problem with violence
Violence will always be an option, until the devil is silenced
Let the violins, string on but there's never gonna be peace
We're missing a piece, unity is what we need at the least

Let the beat, roll on so you can vibe out in your zone
Let it provide you with privacy, so in the beat you're alone
And know, that inside of the beat is a million thoughts galore
Walking into those thoughts, is like opening up a locked door

You clocked war, within time the battlefield will immense
You're in the mind of a writer, and the war is intense
In past tense, it was hard but you made it and you slayed it
You knocked on a writers mind, so the writer portrayed it

In A Writer's Mind, you see through the Earth's core
In A Writer's Mind, you boil the lava and you destroy
In A Writer's Mind, you're a warrior in an innocent frame
In A Writer's Mind, you turn the alphabet insane


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Ode to Jennifer Nettles

Wow it seems just like yesterday
I sat there watching the CMA
The rest is history what can I say
An angel sang “Why don’t you stay”

She was raw and raucous as I ever heard
But all leaned forward to hear her words
She held us in her reaching palm
And she exploded like an atom bomb

Jennifer, Jennifer won’t you sing for me
I’ll write you a song like none could ever be
I know you write the words you sing
And you really don’t need my fling

However I am just an old man with a silly dream
You can make it happen… or so it really seems
You should hear my words coming from up above
Like the ones sent me about the “Garden of Love”

I think you would find it really very prime
However Steve Earle didn’t write it, it is mine
And I am already married my kids are quite tall
Also when it rains I often slip and fall

If nothing else I hope this gives you a smile
Stranger things have happened 
You know every once in a while
It doesn’t hurt to dream, not by a country mile.

So Jennifer, Jennifer consider an old man’s plea
What the heck it can’t hurt to talk a while with me
It might even climb all the way to number one
Let the world hear the Garden of love, basking in your sun 

Wow it seems just like yesterday
I sat there watching the CMA
The rest is history what can I say
An angel sang “Why don’t you stay”


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Ode to Snow: Snow Week

Verse 1:
I’ve been in my house for way too long
So now I resort to write this song
For all of the people who would agree
To very simple heartfelt plea

Chorus:
Snow please go away.
We hope that you’ll return another day
You’ve outdone your welcome you see
So I hope you will listen to me
                                         Oh please,
Verse 2:
The first day I was amazed to see
That God had given snow to me
The second day I was real surprised
To see that the roads were still real iced
Third day had come my heart was blue
The fear in my mind had just come true
School had been cancelled for the day
So to our God this prayer I laid

Chorus:
“Make the snow go away
We pray you’ll make return another day
Please Lord don’t you see
School is where I really need to be”
                                          Sincerely Me,
Verse 3:
Fourth day a feeling came to me\
Frustration, boredom, and sadness three
Fifth day I ventured to the yard
Seeing the ice was very hard
I couldn’t take that day anymore
So I started season 3 of 24
Maybe this snow would never leave
Until I lose excessive sleep

Chorus:
I can’t stand you snow
Someplace else is where you need to go
My toes are numb I can’t find my brain
I don’t suspect I’ll ever feel them again 

Verse 4:
The sixth day came I was so glad
To get out the house with my dear dad
At the Starbucks I left my purse
Proving I’d lost my mind of course
Tomorrow is Friday a snow day too
I’m hoping the sun will come melt you
Activity low, I am so bored
But now I’ve run of guitar chords

Chorus:
In this house I’ve been for way too long
It’s given me time to write this song
Snow listen to this request I plea
My friends and family would agree
                                              With me…..


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To whom it may concern

To whom it may concern,
these poem's I write I yearn.

The more I sit and think
as these thought's I turn to ink.

I write these words for you,
family, friends and crew.

From my mind in due time,
these words that I will spew.

To whom it may concern,
I write this poem for you.


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Songwriting(I write these words)

I write these words
I wrote my feelings out
The words filled with my thoughts
Is what I am all about

I write these words
Explains everything in me
Explains how I feel
In the words that sings

I write these words
It came out from my head
I am becoming more scared
When I stuck dead

I write these words
Open myself to the world of my own
To where I have never been
In the world of songwriting

I write these words
I write with my heart out
My blood, tears and happiness
Is what I am all about

With these words I wrote
It filled with what I feel
Is what I want to be
A songwriter, that will be me

And these are the words I wrote


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Foullen -Part Two-

-Kaz walks in the room slowly his hair hanging in his face wiping his forehead with the back of his hand- Hello Foullen, Have you had a chance to feed yet today ?
Foullen-he turns around standing far from Kaz-
Kaz- ilove you. -He gets up walking towards the direction in which Foullen was smiling alittle- You bit me and it set off sparks Im mesmerised by you and your existance I let you feed because i cant stand anything happening to you. I love you
Foullen-quickly turns around looking at Kaz-
Kaz-He stands directly in front of him touching Foullen on the cheek looking in his eyes-
Foullen-he quickly grabbed his things, fastly opening the door walking out into the woods-
Kaz-he runs out following him- Foullen!
Foullen-he walks faster not turning around as he huffs out the door-
Kaz-he contines to go after him sprinting and following him closely still calling out to him- Foullen!
Foullen-he turns around his eyes glowing a bright bright blue- "what!"
Kaz-Why are you running? You had a sparkle in your eye when i told you i loved you, and now your running. what is going on?
Foullen-he would mumble something under his breathe and begins to talk louder- " eh um idk, no one has said that before, how was i suppose to react? happy?" -he closed his eyes and sighed as if he failed-
Kaz-Im sorry if it upset you but its the reason i keep coming back, I keep coming for you. -he grabed his arm lightly in a comforting manner-
Kaz-He kisses him gently- I dont want to let you go ever -He whispered softly in Foullens ear after their lips parted-
Foullen-he turned away from Kaz and started to walk away-
Kaz-He got up going towards Foullen wrapping his arms around the vampires chest from behind-
Foullen-"im nothing you want" -he unwraps Kaz's arms from his chest and pushes him away-
Kaz-You are what I want exactly in fact. Your strong and beautiful, and you make me smile inside. I want nothing else but you.
Foullen-"many people come up to me saying that, how do i know your not any different?" -he sighed looking down-
Kaz-Well, Ive followed you thus far, and I keep advancing admist all of you attepmts to push me away. And i know you felt something when you kissed me. Im here for the long hull, and I know im not perfect and never will be but I aspire to be as perfect as I can for you. And even when we fight to the point of crying, I wanna be the one to hold you, and try my best to protect you in whatever way i can.

(Stay tuned for Part Three)


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Writers Block

I got to unlock my thoughts and trick this clock to get my tik to tok , 
Too pissed to talk, bout to stick a rod in a faulty wall socket, 
To go shock my top till it falls off and bobs it, all I got is blocks, 
When I write its all vomit, 
I've lost it, i'll drop this pen, grab a gloc and cock it,
No mom I won't drop it, 
Where will I go if god was just a false prophet, a comic, 
So I'll take the wood of the cross and knock it, a deposit
I'm oh so twisted all my lines have become knotted.


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I Must Write

I woke up one morning with a pen by the head rest -
Then write down my dreams while I'm smelling the breakfast -
My brother Jibri is up setting his headset -
My mother yelling down the stairs, "hey have you left yet?" -
I go back to the room and pick up my notepad -
And close that page where I wrote about my broke dad -
It was a poem after that page 4 raps -
Got 60 sheets left in 10 days won't hold smack -
Everyday I write I couldn't in the past -
Back then the master would've put a woopin' on my back  -
Cooking up a rap driving while I'm looking through this glass -
When I do my track I have to put them on the map -
And so I live like tomorrow's my dying day -
I know if I succeed mirrors holding my crying face -
I must write and put my life on a line a day -
And if I have no pens I'll write in blood, I'll find a way -

I need to write about Martin Luther King's dreams -
Born prophet turned preacher teaching real things -
I need to write about the Black Panther Party -
And what that black glove meant and how it got started -
I need to write about how valuable hip hop is -
No matter if I die right now it's not stopping -
I need to write about my life and my hard times -
Scarred minds will soon see the light, provail from hard grinding -
I must write about Bush and the government -
And how these soldiers are dying and these weapons aren't discovered -
I need a pen so I can write about my lover -
And how she's my best friend and how much I love her -
I wanna write about women and more -
But I know I won't see it at the end of the road -
I need a deal but I won't write about that -
And when I'm done I'll recite and come back, and write again -


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Dear Plutarch

To you my dear friend I write again
Of feelings I send to wherever you’ve been
Your tale of a man named Julius Caesar
Is almost as annoying as that Justin Beiber
And although I’ve only read on page
I feel as if I’ve been reading for an age
So please dear Plutarch I must imply
“Why don’t your writings in the grave with you lie?”
So I wouldn’t be sitting here laying in despair
Over such boring nonsense which makes me pull my hair
But for the sake of my awesome GPA
I’ll brave your writings in order to make an A
So my dear Plutarch I hope you’ll listen to me
Don’t ever write again. Oh, please! Oh, please! 
Sincerely, Me
 


About: This is a poem I wrote during school last year as a joke because I did not enjoy reading Plutarch. I enjoyed his stories, but the language was hard to understand...


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Let it flow

Let it flow

Body fluid, sweat or happy
tears, let it flow. Let it flow
as my erection holds you in
place and the joy of my grace 
flourish upon your face.

let it flow as I tickle your 
needs and irritate the sensual 
senses to make you leak
from deep beneath. I'm just
here to tempt you through
my write and can we really
share tonight?

Let it flow as you read me
and through the heart of my
words you feel the intimacy
I write as my earthquake 
shake and rock you right to
your bones, baby I'm here,
you won't be alone.

Copyright Andrew Vassell 2012


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Poem of You

                                             A poem is what you ask me to write,
                                             I try for originality and not to trite;
                                             As the words stumble over each line,
                                             Doesn't seem right, is what I find;
                                             But I continue to write all my words,
                                             Can only rhyme that with flock of birds;
                                             I write the thoughts that are in my mind,
                                             Thoughts are all of you is what i find;
                                             So I switch and write, what is in my heart,
                                             Then i find that you are the main part;
                                             So I write about all the tomorrows to come,
                                             But when I add together you are the sum;
                                             The sum of all my nights and my days,
                                             You will always be my hearts, love craze.


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My High

Another dose
Of the good stuff
Poppin all night
5 syringes 7 drugs
But it's not enough
Another dose 
Of the good stuff
Smokin,sniffin,inhaling
Cloud 9 of all highs
But it's not enough
Another dose 
Of the good stuff
Drink after drink
Shot after shot
Chug after chug
But it's just not enough
Take a high way drive
Feel invincible
Laughing
Joking
But oh so serious
110 mph
But all I do is
Sing
Write
Draw
Dance
Create
My talents
My skills
My love
My high


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The Scribble's Purpose

Wonder, wonder, wonder.
Is this the one sight?
When looking at the black blue of falling night
Or upon the sun’s brilliant breaking light?

Wonder, wonder, wonder.
Is all flavored so?
Whether exquisite cuisine, Italiano
Or simple apple of radiant red glow?

Wonder, wonder, wonder.
Is this alone what is heard?
From the noise of soft electronic purr
To the powerful orchestra and its reverb?

Wonder, wonder, wonder.
Is this the one aroma alone?
The smell of the country, its own song
To the fragrance of cooking in one’s own home.

Wonder, wonder, wonder.
Is this all that is felt?
The softness of the mink, his pelt
To the suffering of possible pains dealt.

No, nay, again, not at all.
Same for all is the reality.
But I want to tell what it looks like to me.
I know that I know I see no differently.

Objective perspective; true reality.
I will to describe what is already known.
But words cannot tell what is clearly shown.
No, words cannot describe the wonders of this life, our own.

I write as I write in hopes numbered one.
The dream is that I may do justice some.
Justice to the beauty that is life,
With all the victories, pains, and strife.

I write as I write to maybe, possibly, if only just once
Paint the world with words and show its brilliance 


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About Last Night - New Year's Eve Remorse

About last night...

I just wanted to write and tell you
That last night was a big mistake
I'd had way too much to drink
I was tired and it was getting late.

I wasn't thinking clearly
I wasn't thinking the way I normally do
I let my emotions get the best of me
I let you tell me things that were not true.
I was influenced by the moment
I did things that I now wish I didn't do.

When we first met last night
I could see clearly see what was on your mind.
I could see clearly read your twisted intent
I could easily read the lust that was in your eyes.

And it had nothing to do with 'Forevers"
'I do's', White Dresses or White Weddings
Long term commitments of any kind.
It all had to do with you pleasing yourself
Executing what was on your mind.

And so I let you woo me
I let you stay with me for a while
You had a sort of amusement
You had a captivating smile.

When we danced all night
I let you hold me close
I closed my eyes and pretended
That we were in love
I let myself be in a different place
I place where I was loved.

Last night's drinking led to dancing
And then dancing led to our first kiss
And then kisses led to other things
Things I engaged in
But now in hindsight
With some remiss.

And so I just wanted to tell you
If it had been in another time or place
I would never have given you the time of day
You never would have kissed my smiling face.

And so I feel that I need to tell you
On this first day of the first of the year
That I never ever want to see you again
In spite of last night's cheer.

You just happened to be there
When I needed someone to engage 
With a comforting smile
You were a mild amusement
You kept me company for a while.

And so that's about all I needed to tell you
About what happened late last night
I just wanted to write you a formal goodbye
And tell you what was on my mind
I thought that I would send it to you
And do what I thought was right.

*A Hypothetical Reflection on a New Year's Eve Tryst

(January 1,  2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved



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Sounds of your love

Echoes sounds of you so 
clear to my ears and your 
groom I'll be but patiently
I'll wait on my knees. With
each rhythm I write it's you
I hear, tone of your love so
very clear. 

Melodies of your love 
seduces my soul and each 
beat that you play erupts
through my bones. Let each
word I write you recite and 
may the sound of your love 
turn my days to night.

I live and love to hear the
sound of you, your tunes and
tones like rhythm and blues 
and like an angel you touch
my heart. You're the version
of sound that sings my love 
and the inspiration I need to 
write your love.

Copyright Andrew Vassell 2012
www.andrewvassell.com


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Foullen -Part One-

A mansion sitting upon a hill
Two men walking apart from eachother
One is part human the other is creature
Kaz, Half elf and half human
He walks slowly in the woods 
Kicking stones as he walks
His hands gripping the inside of his pockets
He feels something coming

Walking slowly behind him
Sniffing his scent
Foullen,  a full blooded vampire
Pale skin, blue eyes that sparkle when his black long hair falls upon his face
He wraps his arm around Kaz's waist 
Pulling him backwards
He places his lips unto Kaz's neck
Sinking his fangs into him
Kaz trying to get away
Foullen holds him down

Once he is done feeding 
He pushes the human to the ground
Only sniffing his human scent not even knowing about his elf half
He runs off leaving Kaz in pain on the ground

He would smirk looking back as he runs
Running into the mansion
Slamming the door behind him
He would say hello to his mother
And sit perfectly in his chair
Wipping the blood from his teeth

A few hours later 
A man knocks at the door
Foullen would answer smelling a familiar scent
He lets him in seeing the wound on this mans neck

He would softly say hello holding his hand out and smirks at Kaz
"Hello Kaz" He would say
Kaz looks up at him "you know who i am?"
Foullen would speak "Yea i did drink your blood after all, you have been a target for some time, i always had an eye on you... you always seemed special-
Kaz looks up at him confused "me?"

Many days would pass and many conversations were held between Foullen and Kaz
But many do not know what was said all that was heard was Foullen and Kaz got close and became friends and over several years another journey between them would soon begin 

(stay tuned for part two)


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Same Boat

I woke up this morning and I took my breath,
prayed to Allah that I took that step.
Making it's hard but I cooked what's left
and saved the rest for the family
can of peas
that I took off the shelf,
you understanding me.
I have dreams so everyday I stand and freelance styles
it's been the same process sense I was a child now,
I write a song every other day the other days
I discover ways to put a buck in the bank hussling.
We all struggling, financially I hate
to see my mom stumbling loosing her job again.
Forget sobbing when the times get tough,
put in overtime at my job
dimes stack up, it's not enough....listen.
Bills rack up out my checks they take half
I spend the rest on food and music you do the math.
Everyday is like another step taken,
we're in the same boat all trying to make it.

I know it's people that think it's fine where I'm at,
but they haven't seen through the eyes of Iraq.
Suicide bombers take lives they die fast,
even little kids hold knives that slice back
at US militants, orders from Bin Laden
land hold killers even innocents get blasted.
Car bombs go off,
youngen buying bread for mother
gets his leg blown off for him it's so hard.
That life I want no part so Allah
I fight through life writting like I've been
struck by the venom of white vipers.
Might not see the next day the best way
to write until I'm dead face
down shot up from tech spray.
I live and die for the music
it's all love don't try to confuse it.
Until then don't judge my soul, I know
you know the feeling let's roll we in the same boat.


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The Little Girl who could

I was only nine years old when I first met you,
with brown hair and big brown eyes.
I was the smallest and quietest girl in your class
Sitting in the front row, always staring at the black board,
As if it had hidden answers for the questions you asked.
You always said “You never fail until you fail to try.”
And I don’t know how many times I’ve lived that one down.
I remember you reading a story about a young boy,
Who had a dream of buying the two finest hunting dogs.
In time he earned enough money and bought those dogs.
Living out his dream of being a hunter.
Like that little boy I had a dream of being a poet.
Writing poems that people would like and want to read out loud.
The fun part about your class was writing poems about anything and everyone.
I never liked to write but I soon found out that writing was my passion.
And maybe someday I’ll have my poems published so every one can read them.
But it was you, who encouraged me to write more in class,
Giving us papers to write almost everyday.
When it came time for me to move to fifth grade I begged my mom to put me back into your
class for another year.
So I could hear you read poems about other people especially me.
Who knew that some day that little quiet girl, who sat in the front row, would be a semi
finalist in a nationwide poetry contest and have you to thank.
I hope that former students of your class come to visit every day like I do, and tell you
what a wonderful impact you have made on their lives.
Telling you that they took your advice and listened when you said, 
“You never fail until you fail to try.”
Thank you for the little bit of encouragement you gave me and for reading your poems out loud.


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Low Man Is Due

A low man is due...
My eyes seek reality,
My fingers feel for faith.
Touch clean with a dirty hand,
I touch the clean to the waste.
I fall cause I let go,
The net below has rot away.
And I cry to the alleyway,
Confess all to the rain.
But I lie straight to the mirror,
The one I've broken to match my face.
The fire is so warm,
But nowhere safe from the storm.
And I can't bear to see,
What I've let me be.
So wicked and worn.
So as I write to you,
Of what is done and to do.
Maybe you'll understand,
I won't cry for this man.
Cause low man is due.
So low the sky is all I see,
All I want from you is forgive me.
My eyes seek reality,
And my fingers seek my veins.
There's a dog at your back step,
He must come in from the rain.
But you bring that poor dog in from the rain,
Though he just wants right back out again.
So my fingers feel for faith,
And my eyes seek reality.
So as I write to you,
Of what is done and to do.
Maybe you'll understand,
I won't cry for this man.
Cause low man is due.


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Love Poem

Can I write you a love poem? a poem that'll be a loved poem,
A poem that when you read it you know you're being loved wrong.
A poem sweet as a winter kiss -
          - a summer hug -
          - an autumn touch -
A simple bliss, I wonder if love can make your frown often blush.

I will write you a love poem that makes you drip a black sweat,
It'll make your body tingle, arms, fingers, back, and neck.
A poem sweet as a jelly bean -
          - a candy's cream -
          - a holiday treat -
Written free, a warm love poem smooth called floetry.
                                                               I want to finish this love poem....


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A Song

I write this words
Words underneath me
Words Within my Soul
I am trying to Set Free

I am writing a song
A song about you
A song that will change my feelings
To nothing new

I am trying to feel better
I am trying to feel good
But you always be my fear
And destroys all my mood

The days are getting darker
And all dreams I wished had fled away
I do not want to know you
But fate has been so cruel to me these days

I will a write a song
A Song that will show you
How much pain I have in me
How much pain you never even knew

These words I wrote
The paper that I hold
I am strumming my guitar
And I am trying to Show

These words of me...
The song of you...
These tunes from me..

This song is for you.


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Lover's Withdrawal

I write you, my handsome one. 
I can't kiss your lips. 
I can't send you a telegram. 
I can't call out your name. 
But I can write you...again...
again and again..
until your fire leaves my blood. 
Until I dance happily without you 
burning my brain.
Trembling hand, 
spirit on fire. 
I want to run away. 
I want to run in your arms. 
I can't get rid of this lump in my throat. 
The memory of you is strong 
and like a stain on my soul. 
Cook it up...your love ....
and shoot it into my vein...
grant me that heaven in my head. 
I sweat and ache. I need a fix. 
Hit me...come on...
do it...do it fast.
I know you miss me, 
no matter how much you deny me. 
I know that you cry inside for me, 
and you're torn 
in your little compartmental heart. 
Please...hold me. 
You don't have to be my one and only. 
You don't have to settle....
but just hold me 
one last night...


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Me Write

                                                it's not that i can really write,
                                                in English lit, my grade was trite;
                                                but here I sit pen in hand,
                                                writing things I never planned;
                                                I don't plan and I don't plot,
                                                just take pen and write a lot;
                                                many words are from the heart,
                                                but my mind gives a new start;
                                                It is the love I feel for you,
                                                in these lines comes shining through;
                                                my love is so very strong,
                                                words I write just can't go wrong;
                                                they only tell the love I feel,
                                                a love so warm and so real;
                                                with me until after eternity,
                                                we'll always remain you and me.


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The Big Apple (a brief chant)

The rooster crows at the break of dawn.
I rise to write a poetic song.
A look through the window,
and I hear someone shout!
What brings' you to the Big Apple.
I say, I came,
 by the way of the creator.

Then I replied with a night out on the town.
I look and observed all around.
I seen with my eyes',
even though I was deprived of sleep.
As the crowds gather in the streets.

The crowds begin to applaud.
I joined in and started to clapp,
as these talented brothers and sisters,
 was chanting their art of rapp.

I continue to stand, 
as the crowds' expand.
What a treat 
it was watching
 these brothers and sisters
 break dance.

I observed and learned
 knowing someday it'll be my turn 
to express a poetic song.

These brothers and sisters 
sure can chant the art of rapp,
and not only that by chance.
These talented brothers and sisters,
can perform the art of the break dance.

I look through the window,
at the break of dawn.
A rooster crows,
as I write a poetic song.
I hear someone shout!
What brings' you to the Big Apple.
I said , I came,
 by the way of the creator.



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Let it be

im slowly filling this notebook
of you for you
lined with my love
drenched in my blood
poems  for you
poems of you
always knowing your never read this
my true feeling shered with noone 
but this pad and pen
I try to consume my life with something but 
I always fail
in my quest for anything except you
I'll never see you the way I used to
before all this
before we won
we beat everyones expectations
everyones wants
but now my love will not leave me
percieve my wants
it holds me to every memory
so for you I write some more
in the fact none of this was sopposed to happen
this love was sopposed to be fake
And everyday when I wake
I find my dreams were consumed of you
And my thoughts stay of you
and I cant fall out of love
as Easaily as I fell in
So i'll sit here and write 
haughnted by my memory
crying silently
never failing to miss a beat
I still love as do you 
but neither will let it be


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Untitled

Here we go again
Popping my veins
Strain,Full of pain
It's you that I blame
Up from hell of which I came
Broken chains
I can't be tamed
Can't even read
High on weed
Seed,Evil deeds
No me no wanna breed
Have no pride but full of greed
Succeed,indeed
I'll lead the need
Awe hell
Oh well
Tell,Now I gotta yell
Out you will sell
Ding dong b**** ring that bell
Can't fit in my shell
Or get up cause I fell
Out for thee
You can't see
Me,She wanna be
It's not us or we
You gotta charge pay the fee
Get down,get down on 1 knee
I'll give the key to set you free


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Empty Thoughts

Staring at a blank paper
thinking of something to write

My mind is empty now
I'm looking deep into the night

When I shall wake
I might have a thought or two

I can't believe this happening to me
Has this ever happened to you?

Shall I write about love
Shall I write about fears

Maybe a poem about death
Wait,no more tears

I could write about my past
and tell you what I went thru

But I have already done so
by the poems I shared with you

I did write something
for you to read

My empty thoughts are gone
yes they are, yes indeed


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The Unknown

I’m sitting and waiting, to meet with my doc, 
The time passes slowly, while watching the clock.

I have a disease, and some days aren’t the best,
I swear some ones putting, me through my life’s test.

Won’t know how I’ll feel, until I awake,
Will I act like myself or more like a flake?

My thinking and talking, sometimes they both lag,
I will go to the store, and forget a bag.

That darn short term memory, is the worst of all
I try handling the rest, even when I fall.

I have to write notes, though they seem like a book
I must write down a note, to make sure I look.

Sometimes I forget things, important ones too,
Like blowing out candles, or know what to do.

The kids say they’ve asked me, remembering… not!
But they are so happy, for what they just got.

There’s good days and bad days, I just never know
Will my eyes go wacky, or stub my big toe?

I must always laugh, or I’d sit and I’d cry
Oops, I burnt our dinner, but gave it a try.

The doorways seem smaller, like when I pass by
I hit the walls, with my knees or thigh.

I don’t want your pity, or sit all day long
I always keep active, it helps me stay strong.

I’ll trip over nothing, I laugh when I do
I hate when that happens, my foot sticks like glue.

This disease has no cure, they call it MS
Hopefully they’ll find, what causes this BS.


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Poets Verse

Music is poems with notes set to sing.
Whatever the words, emotions to bring.

Some sad songs can really bring you down.
Listen to some blues, to keep your frown.

Other times it's fun acting like a clown.
Stay low for so long, then come back around.

Now most poets tend to call their work songs.
Whether or not, I just want to belong.

Rhyming with timing and verse set to meter.
Has to make sense, or I'll call you a cheater.

I cannot write any notes, to music anyway.
I can write poems,  if you listen to what I say.

Rhyming with timing without any reason.
Is hard on my brain in any one season.

Although all the old poems are considered better.
A new one by chance may strike on this letter.


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Need Some Company

So many people in here
But still
You're alone
Must be in some way better than home
Still
The TV shows what can be real
I don't wanna be aggressive
But your pull infected
Me and my instincts
Like a sweet disease

NOW WAIT NOW!!
please!!!!!

I'm sure you have a cure an anti-venom so to speak
Restore my heartbeat back to it's normal pace
I beg you miss
Don't think I'm full of it
Cause I speak quickandawfullyslick
Off hand I'll let you know it
I'm a poet
Born one going to die as one of "thee" one's
I write to en light everyday
Though I want the chance to write it for a Someone.......
If I may
I want to be paid
But my only charge to you tonite is a smile to replace
That frown on your face       Right?
If you smoke I'm going to pull out the fire
If you drink
Think of me as the ice cubes that makes it cool to sip
that tickles your lips
Excuse me, but, Is someone else sitting here?

If not can I join the table and bathe in your presence
Wash the stranger's mystique off
Let you see me as I am while we talk
Need some company?
Be mine at least ....
If I can't be yours


Details | Lyric | |

What Do I Write About?!

I write about the things that I see and what happens to me.
They say my head's up in space but that's 'cause I keep thinking about you.
I meet a few hot girls but it's like I'm hypnotized by your smile.
Crazy stuff's been happening in my neighborhood.
Robberies, fights, arguments, and more.
Is this why Kanye wears Jesus' necklace around his neck?
Like they all say, " Passion of Christ " needs a sequel.
I write lyrics  'cause the only way from my real life.
In a way you could say that writing takes me to a different place.
One were I do nothing except write, sleep, eat, and watch tv.
These lyrics are what I am.
Just read them all and find out who I am.


Details | Ballad | |

I WILL WRITE END

This very minute,I will write end
at the bottom of my last song;
it's better to cry more tears
than hanging on on silly fears!

Only once we screamed in passion,
then we grew further apart;
we saw the beautiful sunset,
now we see an ugly sunrise,
and it hurts more to realize 
that I've been wrong twice...
and there's no hope for redemption!

I was drawn to you by a strong need,
throwing away my chance with others;
the only sunlight I saw was in you alone...
my quick downfall didn't take that long!
You talked kindly and sweetly,
coloring my big dreams brightly...
taking me to the bluest sky
that a lover could ever see; 
I soared with you...just feeling happy, 
not thinking I looked through the eyes
of an unsuspecting and deceived fool... 
winding with the speed of a spool!  

I will write end
with the sadness of a betrayed heart,
breaking down...to fill up
the banks of an empty river;
I will write end
to never remember you ever loved me,
or were a part  of my existence...
your memory will disappear in an instant!


Details | Free verse | |

Lost and Alone (My Secret Sin)

I decided to write a special dedication
Holding her in my arms was soothing as meditation
I met her as a freshman
Her eyed dyed with dryness
Palm to palm 
I squeezed tightly, just so we could get by stress
Watched you laugh as I pressed my thumbs 
Up against your chubby gums 
And even as you were pouting 
Your innocence stretched a smile
And as you lay across my chest 
I soon forgot the happiness I so longed for as a child
And now I miss you for miles
But if you could just find your way home
You wouldn’t be so lost and alone
If you could just find your way home
We wouldn’t be so lost and alone
I write so much better when it’s dim
Sorrow leaks from this romantic film
Into your eyes 
I’ll charm your lips and wipe away your tears
Smile whenever your whispers near my ears
And I wish I could take your pain away
I miss you even more and that’s a shame to say
I’m lonely and on the inside I’m dying
Sometimes I wonder if I should keep trying
In search for happiness
Maybe I’ll laugh for death
I turn up liquor
Hoping that it’ll absolve my problems quicker
Not much of an alcoholic
So I don’t exactly know what one would call it 
I’m lost and alone
But still wondering when you’ll find your way home


Details | Lyric | |

To My Distant Friend

I wanted to write a letter -
Several words to my distant friend.
I even found a decorative paper
But there was no proper word to send.

I couldn't find an easy beginning,
And I couldn't find any end,
I wasn't able to write anything
To my dear distant friend.

Why can't I even begin this letter?
What happened in the meantime?
I have to put it off till later,
I decide to write it sometime...

But my thoughts still run to my friend.
They don't want to leave me alone.
I recall the nice times we have spent.
With little anxiety, I reach for the phone...


Details | Lyric | |

Practice Takes Mind

Practice Takes Mind

I planned to write so many poems
Some long and some one line.
The purpose was for betterment.
But now, my heart does pine.

I love the words that reach and shine.
Sent to some friendly minds.
Oh, fragrant words of brighter days.
True friendship love refines.

So, as I sit and write today.
Searching this heart of mine.
I wonder if the Lord above
Has seen the words I rhyme.

Has He found love in one cinqku?
Or dodoitsu?  Or haiku?
Has He read my monuku, rhymes?
Or the love sent to you(s)…

Alliteration, sifts through lines.
Some rhyme and others don’t.
Tetractys are not dinosaurs…
Will they roar?  No, they won’t.

ABCs, blank verse, kimos, lists…
Have their poetic frames.
From the heart of emotions’ mists…
A poet holds word’s reins.

Some practice poems are, now online:
crysalline, clerihew, quatrain.
Chastushka, cinquain, monorhyme.  
(I am NOT on moonshine!)  
The rest, in thoughts remain.

I shall review my older poems.
And post a few online.
And hope to share a part of me.
Before I lose my mind.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 23, 2010

Poetic form: Lyrical-Quatrain


Details | Lyric | |

My Pen Is Still

My pen is still,
The ink is dry;
The words have gone,
Have passed me by.
No poems am I to write this day;
The will to write has fled away.

But don't be too sad if I don't sing;
Another day a song I'll bring.
The words I had that spoke of love,
Will come again, and soon, by Jove!

And into my fist my pen will fly,
And I'll list the words that passed me by,
And lush words of love at last I'll say,
And I'll make up for this empty day!


Details | I do not know? | |

Eyes of a Writer (angel of sadness)

Say what you want
Today, tomorrow, it’s a another month
Right now I feel captured, capsuled
But tomorrow, I’m changing my stars 
Dealt something like a rapture, a lap full
With the misery of a prisoner, I’m rearranging these bars 
The car can stay in the same place
Keep your keys, I supply my own need
Living days alone has granted me felony’s and fees
Got a lot of dreams but they can lay where they are
Hold my starry nights as freight in a glass jar
So simple, so precious, so brittle
Teardrops in open dimples, No longer am I up from the middle
Should these words burn, then they burn
But if they remain, then it’s my claim to mourn
Once more as an old man, I’ll be look into that shattered jar
Only to find a platter of lonely nights in a distant, so far
I wanna write forever
Be we each know I’m gonna die
I wanna capture these dreams
But I’m never gone try
I’m gonna write forever
Tomorrow, you and I may die 


Details | Lyric | |

Always There

Always there for you I will be until the end of time.
My love for you is everlasting and forever sublime.
Because of you I write poems, words that can rhyme.
I will never view loving you would be such a crime.

Always there you are my Honey whenever you I need.
You give me all the time a true caring and loving deed.
That's why in every word I do write please closely read.
You've always been the topic on my mind at full speed.

Always there we are together constantly caring so much.
We everyday expressing mutually our loving warm touch.
It is obvious that we have the love that nobody can match.
Because pictures will never lie with our smiles it is such.


Details | Lyric | |

I Write for Myself

So sue me
I don’t write like you
I don’t pay attention to form and rhyme scheme,
And I shouldn’t have to,
That’s the beauty of art

I write from the heart
I say what I feel
Why must it be structured a certain way,
In order to be real?

I will not write a haiku
Nor a senryu 
What’s it to you?
Does that mean I’m fake?

It’s time you wake up
Get over yourself
I won’t change my ways,
Because you say they’re wrong
I won’t change my ways,
Because the forms say they’re wrong
I don’t write for your forms,
Or anything else
I write for myself


Details | Bio | |

Just Me

I'm no poet 
I just write what I feel
There is no way you can say my name
for it to be in the hall of fame
everything I write is real.
Whatever I say
You can believe
forget what you heard 
I am the only me.
I'm not a movie star or model
i'm just like you
with my own unique style
and people hate me because
they want to walk in my shoes
but what are my shoes to walk in
other than a life of misery and blues.
I don't write to impress
I write to release
the pain and ill emotion
that has grown inside of me.
Its been their so long
I could almost write a song
called "The Pain won't fade away".
I'm just like you
with no perfect life
try my best to keep smiling
such as writing at night
like when I wrote this.
Ideas flowed in and out of my mind not knowing where they came from
never thought of myself as a writer
Actually never liked writing or rhythm
never saw the point.
I'm no poet
I just write what I feel
There's no way you can say my name
for it to be in the hall of fame
I can't help how you see me
I'm just being me...
Just me.


Details | Rhyme | |

OutSpoken

What will she say next?
To turn a simple saying complex.
What will she write this time?
To change complexity into a vulgar crime?
We want you to understand.
They need to have freedom banned.
For fear of impressionable minds.
The youthful kinds.
To keep them jaded.
Freeing them from the torture that has been faded.
It's still there.
Hard and strong, unable to compare.
Hidden beauty in the disgrace.
Ugliness in every place.
Broken homes and hearts.
Ability is lost to put back the parts.
So what will he say that’s new?
To make everything you think to be untrue.
And what will he write now?
To raise your eager brow.
So leave the truth up the observant.
Because our emotions are raw and fervent.