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There Comes a Time

There comes a time
when we must say goodbye
all beautiful things
eventually die

The summer, the winter
they come and they go
and soon we will leave
all that we know

We live majestically
happy and free
but it can't last forever
this you will see

Your last dying breath
the flower has faded
your soul leaves you quickly
you couldn't have waited

Your legacy remains
untouched and true
cherished by the ones
you never knew

The world will go on
the sun has to rise
but the laws will not change
and it never lies

We'll all fly away
all good must end
dying is only
an unendless trend

Say your goodbyes
there's no reason or rhyme
but for all that is beautiful
there comes a time

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You'Ve Come

You've come wanting a potion
you've come wanting a spell
you're looking for some magic
an enchantment, I can tell

I think I've got the thing for you
step back and let me see
a few ingredients in my pot
to avoid catastrophe

A little bit of hazelnut
a sprig of basil leaf
an ounce of buttered ogre toes
a dash of "oh good grief!"

A teensy part of a unicorn's horn
bacon from a flying pig
a tablespoon of fairy spit
some dirt from a graveyard dig

Let's not forget some daydream broth
a cup of "if you dare"
a portion of a werewolve's howl
a fair amount of nightmare

We couldn't leave out a magic bean
half of a warlock's curse
a triple dose of pixie dust
and three coins from a dead man's purse

Finally I'll add a sprinkling
of teardrops just for her
that's everything I do believe
I'll just give it a stir

Well now my potion is complete
I'll go grab a cup
this will grant you what you want
so come on now, drink up!

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Falling Short

I'll always, forever
be just falling short
hopelessly hopeless
with angry retorts

I'm tired of losing
it's always the same
I'm finished with playing
a bottomless game

I'll never be stronger
or good enough, too
I can't reach expectations
that no one can do

insult me or taunt me
the matter won't change
failure is nearing
and I'm in it's range

I'm broken, I'm empty
no more last resort
winning's impossible
because I'm just falling short

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The True Meaning of Beauty

I look in the mirror
and judge what I see
I stare at the outside
and assume that it's me

I wish to be different
to change how I look
but I hide what I'm feeling
I'm a locked and closed book

the comments I'm given
have driven me here
I'm afraid of rejection
and chained down with fear

The weight of exhaustion
creeps up in the night
I'm searching and searching
but I can't find the light

I'm fighting a battle
I must choose a side
I struggle to regain
the acceptance that's died

I'm finding out slowly
what appearances bring
you won't always be happy
it can come with a sting

I'm far from my victory
I'm wet with tears cried
but I know that a cover
doesn't match what's inside

No, it's not defined
by the rich and the snooty 
I'm starting to realize
the true meaning of beauty

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Ways To Die

There are many ways to die
to plan out your death
so let's be creative
when we breathe our last breath

you can choke on a cupcake
you can slip on some ice
you can jump off a cliff
you can eat poisoned rice

you can be strangled or tortured
stretched till you break
you can cut off your legs
and bleed out, for pete's sake!

you can be ripped into pieces
by a beast of your pick
you can be shot with an arrow
or impaled with a stick

there are so many ways
to be killed, it is true
but the real question is
what will happen to you?

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Path of the Dead

You may walk 
the path of the dead,
but I warn you, it's a dangerous
path that you tread

Always keep watch
they'll tear you apart
keep close your life's breath
and your beating heart

the souls that dwell here
are hungry for giving
all the dead want
is a piece of the living

when you choose to visit
you can't go back and tell
there's little escaping 
so welcome to hell

Just trust me, don't falter
they'll rip you to shreds
keep to the path
because violence spreads

I wouldn't go walking
into this blackness that rolls
I know because I live there
I'm one of the souls

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Spring Showers

when earth cries
its tears fall upon us
not tears of sadness, really
tears to cleanse the horror
that it has seen that year
to wash away the pain 
and the blood that has stained its surface
a revival
so it can last one more year
the ugly must be swept away
so the beauty can be seen
or else we might not notice 
amazing
we might only notice
fear
so the bad must be swept away
so the good can return
so the showers must fall
so the flowers will bloom


spring showers contest
4/14/13

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On a Bench

Sitting on a bench
she met him one day
in the park, he passed by
and stole her heart away

sitting on a bench,
when he told her he'd be gone for a year
the army needed soldiers
and she was left with her fear

sitting on a bench
in the summer, in the fall
the leaves fell away
and she waited through all

sitting on a bench
while the snow came and went
while the grass turned back green
and less letters were sent

sitting on a bench
one year later, anticipating
sitting on a bench
where she still is found waiting

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Confessions of a Poetry Souper

Poems, Poems, Poems
Running through my brain
Lines and rhymes and topics
I guess it's in my veins

Poems, Poems, Poems
Only understood by a fellow poet
I eat and live and breathe them
I can't help but show it

Poems, Poems, Poems
it's hard to understand
but they're all I want to do
till the end of time and land

Poems, Poems, Poems
you may think it strange
but I am who I am and I'm a poetry souper
and I never want to change

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A Shallow Pool

How do you find depth
in a shallow pool?
How do you face a world
so hateful and cruel?

How do you find meaning
when you're slipping below?
How do you stay
as pure as the snow?

How do you rise above
an earth so filled with wrong?
How do you make count
a life that isn't long?

How do you stop faking
and start trying to be true? 
How do you grasp purpose
when it's unclear what you should do?

How do you quit the game
and break the broken rule?
How do you find depth
in a shallow pool?