Long Torcher Poems

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Premium Member The Being

In life we find thrill, chills and vains of nerve 
Dreams of believers as high as sky eyes 
Like climbing mountain, loose stone, slide to 
next grab 
We stumble, occasional knee drop to ground 
Inside, is it emotion controls ego edge for living 
A complex molecule structure pumped by blood red heart 
A spirit, does it live that even in death existence remains 
Even in life you can not kill what is not human 
Only the form you take its dust returns to earth 

Soul so alike, its change can be wicked 
We battle way's of past, looking for peace in mankind 
Does it exist or just mere idealistic thought 
That even our creation has baffled centuries long 
Wars, famine, still in hopes like guinea pigs 
Our own living deadly to revolution to the stars 

What is it thrives the being except its last breath 
Fake hope of possibilities you can't take with you 
Passed down to next and next forgotten and buried 
What is it we live but that we live life to fullest 
That our print be remembered generations to come 
What is it that we are but our own example we lead 
Struggle of realities truth quickens thirst for death 
Prolonged agony of the being, torcher not always seen 
Only in you the being, to be or not; that is the question
Form: Didactic


Premium Member Terrified

I’ve been having nightmares every
night.
They seem so real and It’s extremely 
hot and I feel trapped and I can't 
breathe. 
But each time my torcher ends when
I  hear bells and alarms ringing in the 
distance. 
I’m no longer a rookie this is my se-
cond year and love what I do.
People often refer to me a as a hero
but I’m no hero I’m a coward.
I’m terrified of my job and don’t think I
can go on like this.
I am a firefighter who is  spooked by fire.
My team went in response to a fire last
week, and it was a normal routine.
But this in particular  fire was out of
control. And it had a mind of its own.
I froze and I was terrified and my life 
flashed before my eyes.
The only life that I wanted to save was 
my own.
Now does that sound like a hero or a 
coward?


Inspired by a drama series called Station 19
It's a spin off from Grey’s Anatomy 

7-28-19
Alexis Y.
© Alexis Y.  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Prose

Premium Member Color New World

Color is red, yellow, blue, pink, rainbow 
across sky scape 
Is black and white, only thing separate 
white man from rest race 
Where does hatred start against that 
is not dominant 
Many race scattered islands, Columbus 
Idea to new world 
Existing world European strip native born 
Slavery or man authority to wealth is seek 

Where we find ourselves better than that 
sleep's gutter 
Wealth of a nation broken down poverty levels 
Benefit to life is to breath the price you pay 
Life to the man, material way high living 
Kings of whips my gash deeply bleeds 
Even my own to survive old wars ashe skies 
Can we not be free without chains rattle steps 
Clocks of time ticking civilization existence 

White out cover black while it's color brings 
darkness depths 
Describe as the pain, torcher of famine death 
Is a man what they represent to be or lying soul 
behind which evil presence lurking 
Blood still red, stop heart and we all dead 
Forget not colors fought in death as 
one's have your back 
Good and bad in each race that breathes 
Color new world, isn't beauty in eye of beholder 
Have a heart, not a mind of misconception
Form: Narrative

Premium Member You Racist Being

You have right to remain silent in depths 
We search salvation to realities realistic 
What gives us right be free in destructive manor 
We expect shouting oppression others flourish 
Our priorities not of which beliefs was lead 
But emptiness of our hearts lose its being 
Lost in world form society dignity falls wayside 
Who are we except the picture you paint 
With water color running like blood veins 

Wasn't law it be kill em' all, let God sort 
Hard believe, creator; where did it all start 
Centuries old galaxy manipulative minds brain washed 
Teaching words great concept since dawn's time 
You twist and dismiss to satisfy your need 
Trying free dramatized torcher being you become 
Running from your own demon darkness feeds 
Without law, how do I mold this ghost I breath 
Except quietness exist taking me to nowhere 

What is love the heart beats except war zone 
Perfection is success achievable to desirable need 
Pursuit of peace, must change oneself initiative objective 
Okay be different as he was we bleed same color 
I stand right breathe you strip my colors in hatred 
Southern pride, tread lightly, we kill out of love 
While you kill life before you which thrive thirst

Premium Member He who walks the soul

Death, faded memory to nothing 
Emptiness bares the skin's reflected pain 
Eyes of the soul's depths 
Pains torcher drives its fiery 
Personality rage to desire temptation 
What is a soul except its being 
Buried beneath the dirt fields 
Where which that comes from the sun feeds 
Heart to feel such anguish emotion 
Like salt to a wound the burn 
The faded soil, winters toll 
Reality withering improvisation of dreams 
A simpler love for life's ambition 

Sourness of the wind crinkle still 
Life's storm, space traveler amongst us 
In another place, where we are 
Not ourselves but somebody, something 
What drives this beast out darkness 
So loved am I who walks light 
That its deception perceives me 
Where in my depths I hide feeling 
My heart wicked to minds perceptive 
Or in our own thought one breathes 
Reflection, stillness within life gives warmth 
Aspire dreamer to what one is to be
Form: Narrative


Sad Reality

This world is a lonely place full of phony fakes drug addicts killers and pedophiles and those who rape
lowly snakes who pretend to smile but only chase the dollar signs coz that cash really motivates 
there's alot of good people in this world too but there's too many sick little girls and little boys true
I saw a show a five year old was on his death bed his parents were beside themselves but not once did he get scared 
He just stared at his mum while she said  prayers said don't worry mummy I'll just play in heaven til you get there 
and that was hard to hear coz heaven 
there is probably none only hell on earth 
When kids die before their lifes begun 
How can god decide that a child's time has come when a rock spider gets to live until he's ninety one 
But then if heavens real the child gets eternal life 
But so does the pedophile all he has to do is turn to Christ 


This world is beautiful humans are disgusting 
Adults too cynical children too trusting 
Religion's misleading 
governed by corruption 
Catholic church supports child abuse
Because they touch kids 

We take for granted how we were born and raised
With health care overseas theres babies  born with aids 
And there's no money for the treatment so they are forced to pray 
But there's cash for ak's and they can afford grenades 
And in parts of the world they still torcher slaves and force young girls to marry 
way before the age 
Of consent all becoz the parents formed a trade sold her innocence to the highest 
Bidder and were already paid

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