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Cable

I swear I'm stable. The rope is my agony.
I'll just walk this cable as my feet start to bleed.
This isn't fable. The end is not destiny.
I'll just fall off this cable for nothing is left of me.

I stand in the middle and stare at the ground.
We'll meet rather quickly, I dare to say.
Well I could fall around steeples without a sound.
I'm forgotten as my memories fade.

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This Poem Does Not Exist

You're not gonna see this.
You don't even notice.
I'm not gonna stand here whispering.

I'm never invited,
to ask where my mind is.
You know I'm not generalizing.

You ask me to find it,
express my own feelings.
Do you even know what you're asking?

As long as I fit you,
and following your rules,
I receive cookie-cutter blessings.

What's part of this system?
Supporting a vision,
not rehashing the words of a saint.

Discover your mission,
get all of your words in,
and that's what I do with everything.

I'm stating opinions,
creating divisions,
to prove that there's one more side to take.

You're asking the question,
your silly invention,
that I'm gonna flip right on it's face.

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A Light To the Bridge

I'm taking a light to this bridge to burn it down.
No mothers, fathers, or brothers can help me now.

Asking these questions can only breed hurt and pain.
What if the answers your seeking are ones you hate?

I'm not the one who unraveled hidden curtains.
Manage yourself and your pride, not getting words in.

How could you coach me if nothing you do is real?
All of these facts you've just quoted don't make you feel.

Once I decide to let you across the border,
I expect help from a hand, not barking orders.

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Mountain Snow


Majestic Mountain,
You Are My Beauty Today.
Stand Tall Mighty One.

I Have But One Wish,
To Let You Captivate Me.
My Eyes Are Servants.

Your Snow Entrances.
Your Power Seen Through Your Height.
It Manifests Love.

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Blow Up the Sky

Another storm bringing the cold hard rain.
We've planned and toiled just to wash it away.

We've started a ditch to let water drain.
All we could manage was to dig halfway.

We put on coats and walked separate ways.
Wherever we went, clouds split and they rained.

We flooded the crops of neighbors and friends.
We've left a path from our house to road's end.

We joined back our clouds but the damage was done,
making islands to cut off everyone.

The more we tried not to, the more it would rain,
making less space for islands to contain.

Once solutions reached impossible highs,
we got in our heads to blow up the sky.

Little did we know the solution was one,
to share our raincoat and pray for the sun.

But we were young and knew even better.
Go out with glory. Target the weather.

With one final blow we could end the rain,
but, along with it, the sun and it's rays.

We couldn't remember things we would miss,
Starry nights, clear bright skies, the sun's warm kiss.

Even more so, the power of our love.
The power that once harnessed skies above.

Once we had our aim at the pitch black sky,
I held her hand, and we started to cry.

I hesitated, paused by sudden light.
I wrapped her in my coat and held her tight.

The moments that passed, turned black into grey.
The clouds in the sky began to obey.

The worst was over, the sea dried away,
and the first of many sunny bright days.

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Sandpaper

By: Jeremy Aguire
Contest: Build Your Own Sand Contest
Date: 09/17/2013

I didn't measure up.
Within your plans, I wasn't enough.
My life was sloughed.
Back to the pencil and I'm rebuffed.
Now I've been scuffed.

These are imperfect stains,
They're complicated and they're erased.
You've scraped against my grain.
I was replaced just to imitate,
a chosen face.

You had to finish me,
covered in sawdust of apathy.
You've made a standard theme,
a clone life built up by makeshift beams,
your twisted dreams.

I am the centerpiece,
of your imperfect philosophies.
Humiliation cease!
Bring back my sanded identity,
my tendencies.

Please pry me off and toss.
I'm not that man that you thought I was.
Your sense of right is lost,
and there's other beams to look across,
another cause.

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Sunset

Measure me son, for the man I was.
My sunset has come, and the man to dust.
If I had the time, I would light your day.
But even the brightest can fade away.

I leave you now, the colors of end,
the beauty of death and a day well spent.
The darkness will come, don't be afraid,
as your light will shine, and then it will fade.

A world cannot live on light alone.
A man has a future and then he is old.
Show your warmth and touching rays,
and be remembered as the brightest of days.



Jeremy Aguire,

08/05/2013

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Skeleton Tree

A Tree Softly Weeps,

It's Boughs Over Fruitful Earth,

Until Death Ensues.

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Fingerprints

I've built with sand.
I've made a life without a proper plan,
and you kicked before I hardened it.
How do I supply demand?

A ship unmanned.
This is the moment that I sank within.
It's when my life became your operand.
Your addition for a firing pin.

I caught my hand.
It was inching towards a perfect plan,
and everything I touched became broken,
for it wasn't my command.

You've played harvest,
in which my heart became the olive pit,
your unwanted seed, without great promise,
a flaw in the shell that houses it.

All of my emptiness,
began to cauterize my synapses,
while making room with lack of militance,
a jail for dreams in piled ashes.

But I exist.
It bled my soul out but I've made your list,
and I'm the victim of your ignorance,
the example for a catalyst.

I'm not to guess.
I've taken strides to curb incompetence,
and with this fire, I can't stop to test,
my life for all your fingerprints.

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Night Image

The hole in the wall is a portal.
and those stains on the ceiling are people.
At night there's a hum from the room next to yours,
and the sound gets louder as it gets to your door.

The moon is a spotlight that's shining on your bed.
It waits for the closet to shut out the dead.
As the faces on the pictures in your house are shifting,
the whereabouts of Fido are yours for the sifting.

You've heard it before, the night's strange noises.
The screaming of crickets as they're hushed from the voices.
They come from the shed of the house of your neighbor.
He's built it at night to cover up his dark labor.

He's seen you watching and he knows you are there.
That sweat from your brow has created a glare.
That unanswered call was the warning of danger.
But the call was from no one, a specter, a stranger.

That heat from the air is your house on fire.
It burns from events that have yet to transpire.
And now you are wondering what secrets we're keeping.
It's the ones that we'll whisper only when you're sleeping.