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Breaking the Chains

You tug and bend at the chains weighing down, 
struggling to even make one small dent. 
You try to burn the chains that have you bound, 
but to no avail... Not one link is bent. 
  
Cruelty and sadism are expressed here, 
in the holder of the chains who you'd trust; 
and those close-by strive to halt painful tears, 
but the chains make it all a complete bust. 
  
The chains hold strong from the mind to the source, 
causing loneliness to fill the bruised heart. 
Nothing right now withers those chains of course, 
but nothing is free from breaking apart. 
  
If all else fails and no progress is made, 
just give those tough chains time to rust and fade.

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Dirty Minds Are Punny

It is a wonder what the mind can come up with....

Me and my friend Mary from school,
sat at the table with all of our tools.
These boys walked up and started to chat,
and me and Mary learned about their bats..
And how playing with their baseballs was cool.

They talked of twigs and berries,
of innocent secrets they carried,
about experiences in sport camp.
And in the light of a lamp,
i giggled to myself and Mary.

They had no idea what was done,
how much they provided for puns,
Mary and I were dying,
stories of spelunking and mining,
and how their pet snake weighed a ton.

I couldn't hold myself back for much more,
trapped words inside made me sore,
so i opened my mouth,
and prepared to shout out..
And THEN I opened THAT innapropriate door



Thought up on 6/17/2015 for a contest on this website, hope you enjoy!

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My Modern World

My thumbs jolt around the bright interactive screen, 
little letters appearing with each little poke, 
typing way faster than the speed of a bullet. 
Then the screen goes dark; i have finally awoke. 


The trance of advanced technology is too much; 
lives only exist on little screens nowadays. 
Twitter, Facebook, and many more distractions 
make our long work days quite shorter in a few ways. 


The tease of the modern phone is uncanny, 
hypnotizing its victims into a stupor. 
When one finally comes back to reality, 
the intensity of the world is quite super. 


The sun shines very bright and burns the blurry eyes, 
becoming scared and unaware of surroundings 
fear slightly common in those truly addicted. 
It feels weird now, as if you have grown horns and wings. 


Looking around cautiously many things are seen: 
a strange tall thing with green objects on the ends, 
a large object with others wandering inside, 
just a whole other world un-witnessed by my friends. 


Fear rises in me, but it has just been a minute. 
Feeling like an hour the phone still hasn't rung; 
did i text to someone something i shouldn't have? 
"The waiting is chaos in this world," my mind sung. 


Then the device rings aloud and relief sets in, 
calming my worried mind from the high it just reached. 
I peer at the small reply that took forever: 
"Hey" appears, my heart thumps like a darkness leached. 


My thumbs jolt around the screen as i quickly reply, 
little letters appearing with each little poke, 
typing way faster than the speed of a bullet. 
Then the screen goes dark; i have once again awoke.

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My Anxiety For You

I left you alone, when I should've not.
Broken and senseless, just like I had felt.
I wanted to go, but wanted to stay.
You were given the same hand i was dealt.

You called me a month after being crushed;
asked if I was happy, and cried to me.
I lied when I answered, blinded by fear.
A fear spawned from anxiety, you see.

It grew in my mind, painful, always there.
Every-night I wished to take it all back.
The rebound even knew how i love you,
and that it was enough to make me crack.

A year later we met up with some friends,
I thought you avoided me all the time.
But then you let me play with your hair,
and slept as i continued, it was sublime.

Then the next day I thought it was okay,
to play and poke you like I used to at least.
I took your phone, and you let me see it,
but you came back to me an annoyed beast.

You told me not to touch you anymore,
that it should've been obvious it was wrong.
You took your phone and left me in the room,
I hide behind the door and cried, not strong.

We played truth or dare while we were up there,
avoided anything sexual with me,
but when it came to you, they were all for it.
I felt like a child who was stung by a bee.

The last night before my departure,
we stayed up and talked about our past;
how I hurt you, how it wasn't your fault,
and how you had really loved me steadfast.

We looked at eachother and I saw sadness,
what did you see when you had looked at me?
In that sadness, i felt what I thought was lost.
I saw the love still there, and it wanted to flee.

You asked me if I wanted anything,
since it had been my birthday vacation.
I lied. I just had wanted to see you;
"I got what i wanted", with hidden frustration.

When I got back, it all went to hell.
My family was wondering why I looked
at the rebound with such disdain.
He apparently had them hooked.

My mother told me not to be running back to you,
my sister told me she'd "kill" me if i left him,
my mind asked me "what were you thinking?"
but my heart begged me to still swim.

I started to go crazy, for all i wanted was you,
but I messed it up, and everyone thought i was stupid.
I messaged you, paniced from the battle between mind and heart.
and annoyed you like I was shooting for cupid.

You now seem to want nothing to do with me,
and I really don't blame you, I'm crazy.
This was supposed to be a simple sonnet,
and I've already way past ruined the scheme.

You make me feel like this, a way no one else can.
Crazy in love, for what appears, only ever one man.

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My Mother Donna

More than just a mother to three daughters.
Yielding to almost nothing in her path.

Making sure to live life to its greatest.
Others don't come close to past troubles.
Then again, no person's life is the same.
Her life, like any, has its kinks in the chain.
Even with them though, she still holds on strong.
Regrets staying in the past where they belong.

Doesn't give herself credit where its due.
Only person I know to always trust.
Never forgets about what matters most.
Never lets her girls face the world alone.
Always my mother, always in my heart.

Posted: March 22nd, 2015

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Of Love and Pain

Is the freedom to love worth all of the pain? 
To stretch your arms out far for the shiniest star, 
hoping to reach it, becoming slightly insane, 
but gravity dragging your heart into iron bars. 

Is this non-stop fight to break them worth the trouble? 
To be locked away, witnessing your star reached, 
not by you, but another whom is quite subtle, 
and more captivating than a whale that is beached. 
  
Is rejection for another worth loneliness? 
To cry alone in your corner behind those bars, 
wishing to cunningly end their pure happiness, 
and escape any emotion like it was tar. 

To be second in anyone's eyes, with nothing to gain, 
Is the freedom to love worth all of the pain?

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The Long Distance Dilemma

Long the distance existing between us, 
making things a little complicated, 
leaving confusion and a slight mistrust. 
And yet we both are still quite unsated. 

Thoughts are not too clear when speaking to you, 
making stupidity quite evident, 
leaving me seem worthless: annoying too. 
And yet you stay, listening to me vent. 

You make fun, picking on me constantly. 
Making me smile and laugh, you're such a goof. 
But when you joke about leaving, you see, 
I'm stuck with a fear of you gone, just poof. 

I want to be with you, if only i could. 
I love you, more than i probably should.

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The Green Little Miracle

Upon a tree, the one tree, in the field,
Branches and leaves hang loosely from the trunk,
Providing protection to those concealed;
A soft leaf provides an egg with a bunk.

The small white shell sits in the settlement,
full of distrust, remorse and betrayal.
It has been abused by the elements,
one of mother nature's fallen angels.

Close inspection shows a crack on the side,
seemingly abandoned by any kin,
it fell far from home with the wind's high tide,
yet a small noise can be heard from within.

The white shell splits at the crack with a cry,
Now free, the little green hummingbird flies.


Written: March 21st, 2015 at 11:00 EST

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Heartbroken

If I could fly from the all pain I would; 
hearing you talk about her all day, 
of how much you love her as though you should. 
Bruising my heart more shades of blue and gray. 

I lay down hurt, crying every night. 
Staring at your picture, craving you more; 
the handsome gift to my quite humble sight. 
Such extreme desire leaves my heart sore. 

There is not enough time in this world's life, 
that could pay for the chance to be with you, 
nor give freedom from wanting tobe your wife. 
I'd give anything to just hold you, I do. 

But that isn't enough my one true love, 
for another is your angel up above...

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Love's Dark Abyss

To end but with complication seems norm, 
Losing what one had not in the first place. 
Only dreaming and becoming quite torn; 
Alone, feelings of sweet sorrow to face. 

The shadows turn to ruin what is craved, 
Killing any innocence once held dear. 
Hopeless in the road previously paved, 
Never to gaze upon the love once clear. 

... Time moves forward erasing bit by bit, 
Making the gap greater than before. 
Cruel flames burning the heart; the flames he lit, 
Leaving a caring dreamer burnt and sore. 

Turned to ash, but the crave still exists: 
To gaze once more into love's dark abyss.