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5/22/2013 7:53:30 PM
We all think we're more than the score	We all think we're more than the score And we carry that thought to the core. That we are individuals and deserve the best above all the rest. When really here we all are veneer-- A superficial glue of material that binds the inferior To their exterior
5/24/2013 7:38:35 PM
Death is knocking at my door	What is this, What is this-- A Barrier to me!? Why, something so silly-- Don't you know Living is a Tease, Life is pain I am the Ease. My message is one of release-- Don't you know... Wherever I go, You will follow Death is knocking at my door 5/24/'13 (For all those who lost their lives in the tornado in Oklahoma City, I pray their end was quick.)
5/28/2013 6:59:29 PM
Short and Powerful	Love and Happiness can exist together-- As waves that go up and down, Yet separate from one another-- But when they meet it's bliss Like Love's first kiss Short and Powerful 5/28/'13
6/1/2013 12:07:29 PM
Stigma	Everywhere I go It is sure to follow-- Up and down and all around. It does me no good to stay away In the end it will only me betray
6/4/2013 3:28:23 PM
Violence is Violence	Violence is Violence-- It need not be a battle in war, A fight to the death, Only something to hurt that life-giving breath-- To start loosening that thread before you should be dead (In Greek Mythology, people's lives were as a thread in the hands of the Fates, immortal beings who would control a person's destiny. They would end a person's life by cutting that thread.)
6/5/2013 7:14:08 PM
This Life I detest	This Life I detest For Happiness only comes in moments now. We have done so many things... "But what is bad or good that thinking makes it so..." Maybe it is I who is changing color-- Still I so want to point the finger 6/1/'13 edited by Gabe on 6/5/2013
6/11/2013 11:06:21 AM
Lady	Lady, In me you did inspire This poem like wildfire-- For your beauty is so deep You make me feel small and meek-- From me my heart you did rend Because from heaven you did descend
6/15/2013 10:00:24 PM
My Daughter	I said more to her then "than in all our life together"-- She just whimpered and moved her head a little, Then she was gone. We didn't say anything... "A pure change happened" My Daughter "Heaney" 6/15/'13 edited by Gabe on 6/16/2013
6/20/2013 7:14:07 AM
To see oneself in another is Beauty	To see oneself in another is Beauty Like sunlight through water droplets-- For it means we are not alone. That as we travel through this "Never" There is someone who cares
6/22/2013 7:50:37 PM
My Grandmother	I kissed her sweetly for the branch that connected us, But she already said "she was ready"-- We never spoke of it... Mom cried, Then she was gone, too 6/19/'13 edited by Gabe on 6/24/2013
6/26/2013 8:57:19 PM
Lady	Lady, I can do no right by you, And for that I'm sorry-- Like the goddesses of old you are the dawn, A light so bright casting away shadows of the night-- For your love there could be no wrong. As the Sun, One can only glance at thee for you are so Beautiful to behold
7/8/2013 9:43:41 PM
Kill Kill Kill	Kill Kill Kill-- No hammer and anvil, no ax and chisel Just a shuffle of feet... back and forth, back and forth. Too tall for the ground, too green for its roots-- Just a wave of a wand and sweat on the brow, Spraying Fate here there and everywhere. No big job... Just a slow shuffle of feet... Back and forth, back and forth 6/27/'13 edited by Gabe on 7/9/2013
7/9/2013 10:28:43 PM
Silver Tongue	Art is subjective. One cannot say what is good or bad, only what they like or dislike. Your story is good and appealing, but I don't like the way it's punctuated with all the spaces between lines and stanzas. I like how you wrote some of your verses as '...instead of notes it was rust that fell out' and such, but I wished you had elaborated more about how his music fell "short". You spent more energy telling how he "rose from the ashes like the phoenix" with his writing than you did the other. People like to see or read how their protagonists fall-- it makes the characters more appealling to them... but that is what I think. Keep Writing.
7/10/2013 11:02:01 AM
A Nursery Rhyme	Kill Kill Kill Cut off a limb, put it in a pot-- Use Sweet n' Sour, it'll stink a lot A Nursery Rhyme 7/10/'13
7/18/2013 6:48:47 PM
The Bridge	Maybe we all need to die, then maybe there would be enough space for those left to see... the hurts and pains of generations past was for naught... Hate only breeds ugliness. I think the Bridge we built to cross that gap is burning, again. The Bridge (The Trayvon Martin and George Zimmerman case will never be fully understood for years till we can look back and reflect over what happened. Space is what is needed so that others can step back and say "Oh, I see". Now, we are so close to it all we'll ever have is a short nose.) edited by Gabe on 7/18/2013
7/31/2013 9:24:38 PM
Lady	Lady, You sense me here, And all I can do is stare-- For you are the fire, Burning me with your flames, And I am but a cool breeze on a cold day-- If you would but consider me... In the stars you are written For you are a goddess amongst men 7/27/13 (...there were all these gorgeous gals walking by in their business clothes everday to and from work. I couldn't help it, my ADD was going haywire, and what was worst they didn't even pay a passing glance at me. It was like they were models on the catwalk-- it hurt, but I guess I deserved it.)
8/6/2013 3:51:02 PM
Your dream is dead	They all gathered 'round some tittered others smiled The chesty one with the long legs glared, Nothing can be more inconsiderate than to be told "no" Your dream is dead 8/1/'13 edited by Gabe on 8/6/2013
8/10/2013 2:01:29 PM
The Bridge	scott 37 wrote: Nice, I like this. I just wonder about two things. Firstly, should the first line end with a "?" ? And maybe, "Hate only breeds..." could be on a new line. Just some thoughts edited by scott 37 on 8/9/2013
8/10/2013 2:06:34 PM
The Bridge	Hey, when I wrote this poem I was sort of going for the same style as Robert Frost or Walt Whitman." Hate only breeds..." should go on a new line, and I'm afraid the poem reads more like a paragraph or comment than a poem. However, at this time I am happy with it, though I might change it in the future.
8/18/2013 6:58:20 PM
Dreams	And they walked away laughing-- It made me simmer. The one with the long legs glared, "You'll never...," she said-- and hot I became-- (sigh) It doesn't matter. The farther away "It" seems the closer I get If I only had the Dead Presidents... Dreams (Alright, this is for all you Einstein's out there--"What is a 'Dead President'?" Take out a dollar bill, if you got the picture already, then you can think you're pretty smart. If not, look at it. On the bill on one side is our nation's emblem in the form of a monument, statue, etc. On the other side is a... "Dead President".) edited by Gabe on 8/18/2013 edited by Gabe on 8/18/2013
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