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Best Poems Written by Collin Wolfer

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Scream

You make me want to scream. 
You are clouding my brain. 
Your hair is thin. 
Your back cannot be seen. 
Beautiful... loving you is my sin-- 
Five hours that have been-- 
So slow, so painful, desert ridden. 
You are a permanent stain. 
It's not your fault-- 
That you won't go away 
It's not your fault-- 
That you are clouding my brain. 
I still love you. 
Every minute without you is pain. 
It's only been three days. 
I can't stop thinking of you. 
You make me want to scream, 
Because you are clouding my brain. 
Stop playing me like a game-- 
Before I go insane.
These antagonistic games remain the same.

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Race

Many years ago 
There was a line;
Drawn for purposes of segregation.
A crow was responsible 
Since the beginning of time--
So as we rewind--
To tell of this line-- 
And it's modern day crime--
Sit back and listen,
Thou following be divine.
Thy several reasons why 
Our nation still stands-- 
Divided we still stand.
Separately we must die.
Hatred will only become stronger-- 
If we continue to light the torch. 
Various things men can do--
To put out the roaring flame,
There is that one word--
Which should never be used--
With all privileges these men abuse,
Such as freedom of speech--
And right to bear arms.
We will all continuously lose.
It's not over, 
It's never over.
It will never end-- 
If we continue this trend.
A gun and an attitude-- 
Could be a deadly combination,
A man of color who needs money-- 
Could be a recipe for extermination. 
Racial profiling doesn't necessarily exist, 
It is this man and his imagination--
That allow these issues to co exist.
Pray my lord, 
That we can put aside-- 
Our petty differences, 
Our separate churches,
Our separate television channels,
Our separate bars,
Restaurants, 
Barber shops,
Funeral homes,
Schools,
Neighborhoods.
Our unwillingness to change;
Our weakness--
Our fear.
You must help us 
Divided we still stand 
Separately we are burried.

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Magic Plant

Magic plant-- 
Bringing changes. 
Mind is spinning-- 
Music is playing-- 
Reflections displaying-- 
Drastic Changes-- 
From Magic Plant. 
Mind is sinning-- 
Music decaying-- 
Clocks slowly displaying-- 
Drastic Changes. 
Magic Plant-- 
Pyramids from Egypt. 
Sharks from South Africa. 
Mind is spinning. 
Magic plant burning. 
Music still playing. 
Everything is colorful. 
Clocks slowly ticking. 
Displaying drastic changes. 
From the green plant.

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War Over Dollars

We fight for some god,
For any god we fight, 
For freedom and chance--
For the chance one dollar might--
Restore an entire nation; 
Explore a Novel nation;
Return a modern elephant--
And come back again as god.
Death is only afordable--
To those who can afford it;
Time is but adorable-- 
A mere figment of our minds storing it.
Locking it away 
Forever and ever.
Even this will cost them-- 
A million dollar per life.
Currency is god.
Men rest fate in something so fake--an evil so great-- 
taking place to this date-- one can only relate-- by the dollar that's 
at stake. The risks many men take waging war against men.
Fighting for some god 
For any god we fight 
For any realistic chance 
That a dollar just might--
Keep mankind alive.

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Finding Happiness

Whether the scent of the air or the sound of a melody can bring back a happy feeling, life still has room for new ones.

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Digging Myself Out

Speechless and scattered 
As the hole began to formulate, 
Bruised and severely battered 
As the pain increased in weight. 
The crevice continued to expand 
Frightening actually how I became, 
Suddenly trapped in the ignited land 
Stuck inside what became a flame. 
My burning heart felt scared 
No motivation to even seek light, 
Seems like I really never cared 
Or even attempted the slightest fight. 
To fight for the  living of my life 
To battle my own helpless soul, 
Hopeless as I pulled out my knife 
Contemplating air and deepening the hole. 
When the fire stopped to burn 
I shivered and gasped for air, 
Pondering how living took this awful turn 
To a never ending nightmare of despair. 
Though apart of me wanted to breathe 
So I needed to dig myself out, 
At least to tame what lied beneath 
And to take the airborne route. 
Just wanted it all to end 
To give up climbing out of the hole, 
Only for my family and friend-- 
Did I still hold minimal control. 
Eventually things did change 
And it became easier to breathe, 
Feeling less deranged 
Continuing to climb from what's beneath.

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Vision and Ignorance

I am so afraid. 
Everything is dark.
Raindrops feel like acid. 
I am so afraid, 
Yet my mind doesn't know how to start. 
Raindrops fall into a sea so placid. 
I wish to be blind. 
So that I can listen more clearly, 
My dreams I will find, 
Blindly I am thinking sincerely. 
I Am thinking clearly. 
I am sensing that time-- 
Is becoming merely an obstacle.
I am so afraid. 
Everything is dark. 
Raindrops are falling. 
My fear is gone. 
Because I can see now. 
And I'm thinking clearly. 
Blindness is bliss. 
Ignorance is no longer a risk. 
No excuse for it. 
Thus I must use my ears.

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Lost

Time is gone. 
I am gone. 
The world is round. 
At least I believed it was.. 
I believe a lot of things. 
Things that could be perceived as wrong. 
I trusted everyone. 
I always seem to.  
Everyday felt so long. 
My eyes hurt. 
My heart ached. 
I was so angry. 
I got that stabbing feeling in my stomach. 
In my throat as well. 
Everyone betrayed me. 
My heart was thrown somewhere in hell. 
Sticks and stones did not break me. 
Sick people severed my bones in half-- 
Into pieces. 
Into a distant darkness. 
Torn into many of my own pieces-- 
Metaphorically broken my heart was. 
Was it all over? 
Was this about it? 
Into pieces. 
Into hell. 
Into darkness. 
Everyone betrayed me. 
Perhaps a scheme. 
Or some abysmal dream...

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Envious Distractions

Envious of things ever so various 
Furious of others’ successes 
Paying close attention to goals becoming precarious 
That have deeply consumed my mind 
Especially what others have achieved in little time. 
Focused on everyone else’s aspirations 
While my own goals continue to decline 
Submissive to any sort of temptation 
Forces its way back into my mind 
Provocation making my time benign. 
Coming to a realization long protracted 
To accept everything that is done and gone 
To move forward and not become distracted 
Disregarding leeches attached like a prawn 
Setting mindset to additives not what’s subtracted. 
It is an everlasting challenge 
To ignore all of your shortcomings 
Even harder to focus just on yourself 
And to not think about everyone else. 
One must continue to remember 
That only you can change your life 
You are the lone sole contender 
It is only your hand holding that knife 
That flips through the pages of life 
Striding forward with any sense of fight. 
Regardless of others’ successes 
Envious of them ever so various 
Accept that the past is done and gone 
Control your own future 
Not any other person but you.

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Controversial Ending

Similarities and differences amongst all living humans will always exist though people will never be certain exactly what follows their final breath. Only faith and hope can truly provide us our next step when there's nothing left.