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    Re: Poems that were transferred from Edsby

    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:44 pm

    Zachariah Morris

    -The universe of a man-
    I can remember
    those days of fifth grade
    Our last week
    as the sun shone apon our backs
    Apon our hair
    Apon the hands commiting to claps
    We walked our school
    like fools
    I remember
    our smiles
    happy but not prepared
    for the end of the year
    So I have vowed
    that with my dearest friends
    and my peers
    I will talk to them
    Acknowledge our history
    thse people
    my eras
    my lines
    my dates
    my points
    my paths
    my trails
    my everything
    Under sky of blue
    Over land of black
    In fog white
    and fields green
    Life
    pours a stream
    I am waiting
    under majectic beauty
    and harmonious voices
    Over drunk governments
    and drunk choices
    Around corners
    and streets
    Jeans blue
    People black
    People white
    and hair green
    Life to live
    Life to be
    Sing it
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:45 pm

    Zachariah Morris

    -I'm done for now-
    Something right
    Something wrong
    Something written
    Something gone
    Ages
    and words
    Our history
    On scrolls
    In novels
    To tell
    the tale of the pen
    The story of the end

    (I'm starting to see a pattern here...Anyone notice?)
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:46 pm

    Dylan Radley

    The following poem is very personal, and I hesitated to put it on here, despite this I ask you read it to understand a part of myself, and what I have to experience. Thank You.

    Anxiety

    You may have a heart of pure gold,
    compassion pouring like a river from your heart,
    you may always get your work done,
    no matter how long it takes.
    Called a genius by others,
    able to spout facts on any topic,
    a fountain of knowledge to all around you.
    NONE,
    of this means a thing in it’s wake,
    my pets cowering in the corner as I scream in blind rage,
    neighbors cocking an ear to shouts and yells.
    Strength of will melting,
    to tears free flowing,
    barely able to lift a pencil among the crippling waves.
    Hurting those around you,
    who do not understand,
    or want to help.
    Like being tied to the train tracks,
    you cannot break free,
    helpless you wait for it to end,
    dreading when it’ll come again.
    Am I really a genius,
    hard worker,
    or gentleman,
    when some days I teeter
    upon this precipice of collapse or stability?
    Even if I don’t face it every day,
    when it strikes I have no say.
    I hate what I become,
    a slathering beast,
    and as I watch my poor dogs shaking and shying away,
    as tears flood my eyes,
    and I break down and cry,
    shame and guilt burning my soul,
    leaving behind a gaping hole.
    I feel WEAK!
    I tell myself nobody else cry’s over this,
    lashing out at my already fraying pride,
    tearing myself apart,
    seeing what I can come to be,
    a whimpering child who cannot finish his work,
    a hot head who hurts loved ones,
    what I fight against,
    the antipode of who I really am.
    I loath this version of me,
    hating what I become for
    it is not me…
    However,
    When it ends I still must go on,
    life nor school will stop,
    so I go to clean up my mess,
    with both broom and mop.
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:48 pm

    Juliana Pinnick

    Broken:
    Crushing, piercing, searing,
    Throbbing, it courses through your veins,
    It can’t go through your heart,
    Because your heart has shattered already,
    It goes to your brain,
    Consuming you,
    A blinding haze of red,
    Then it disappears suddenly,
    You open your mouth to scream,
    And you scream out all of your pain,
    The hurt,
    And everything wrong,
    But when the people in the room,
    You notice they don’t move,
    Because no one ever hears you,
    That’s when you realize,
    They will never hear you,
    And you close your mouth,
    To stop screaming,
    And you find out,
    You never made a sound.

    (I'm in love with you poems Juliana)
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:49 pm

    Maria Reyes

    The Past Stills Haunts Me

    The walls seem to close in
    Her screaming only gets louder.
    My inner demons creating turmoil in my head
    I don’t feel safe
    Scared of what I’m capable of
    Writing down my feelings seems like the only outlet
    Look at what I’ve become
    A caged monster
    Fighting against restraints holding me down
    Only left with my dark thoughts
    Slowly killing me

    I feel alone in this place
    I’m suppose to call my home
    I release some of the bad blood
    It’s dripping down my arm now
    I slowly start to feel dizzy

    Looking around confused
    I’m now stuck somewhere new
    Surround by people in white
    Needles and millions of ways to die
    Yet they are helping me stay alive

    My past is my past
    Now I’m here
    Better and new
    Still broken but fixed
    The glue of hope still holding me together
    I’m a porcelain doll with cracks in here heart.
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:51 pm

    Isabella Guntert

    a smile dimmed, gone
    faded away as time has passed
    her curtain drawn back
    she hides in the darkness
    beaten down by her own kin
    pushing her into a cage
    one made to hold
    all her sorrows
    all her grief
    all her pain
    hope and love have long gone
    leaving a shell behind
    moments of happiness
    drowned out by yelling
    everyday
    relentless
    its not her
    but the people in that place
    that used to be a home
    now a living hell
    a tear stained pillow
    hides her pain
    at dawn is when it really hurts
    remembering threatens
    to take over
    but she blinks it away
    until the next day
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:51 pm

    Juliana Pinnick

    Paper:
    Funny how,
    The simplest action,
    Like ripping a piece of paper,
    Can dull all the anger,
    But you can rip up that paper,
    A thousand times,
    Until each letter is separate,
    And you still have the pain.
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:53 pm

    Dylan Radley

    Where's the little poet,
    once inside of me,
    he was once there I know it,
    always writing, shouting, and scribbling with glee.
    Inspiration like a great river flew,
    undeniable as the tide,
    my thoughts torn askew.
    Flashes of brilliance,
    tore through the dark,
    once ideas in the millions,
    now the difference is stark
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:55 pm

    Victor Porras

    The Bridge

    I take a hesitant step forward, as a babe takes his first.
    Carefully waiting preparing for the worst.
    As my foot touches wood the old board creeks.
    I inhale deeply while the breeze caresses my cheek.
    Pondering hard on my predicament at hand.
    To trust the bridge or end up not as planned.
    When did it get so out of control?
    How did I get here? Where do I go?
    The troubles of life weighing down on me.
    Will they be lifted? Can I be free?
    The bridge so rickety and old.
    Can it support all the lies I have told?
    Although it is simple, humble and well formed.
    Does it have strength to stand firm in the storm?
    All the harm caused by selfishness.
    Pain and disappointment all because of negligence.
    Why did it take this long for me to realize?
    My achievements in life are only a lie.
    Taking steps back I wonder, is it all worth it?
    Is the other side better, will I be fit?
    Almost scampering off back to the dark.
    Held back by the voices in my head making remarks.
    A slippery voice tells me to flee.
    The darkness will comfort you, it will give you glee.
    All that you want, and all that you are.
    You can never out run it, no matter how far.
    Dark grey clouds roll over the sun.
    Tying me down, nowhere to run.
    Droplets of water come splashing down.
    Steadily hitting harder, enlarging the sound.
    bolts of lightning streak across the sky.
    Purple, blue and black is its dye.
    Stronger and stronger came the rain.
    Stronger and stronger till hurricane it became.
    Conflict and chaos ruled my mind.
    Looking for peace that I did not find.
    Then came a voice, strong and true.
    It came out of nowhere, out of the blue.
    Smooth and clear, with precision it spoke.
    Preaching to a side of me it awoke.
    Tranquility and strength I felt again.
    I found the solution, i found a friend.
    the storm raged on but i took no notice
    Purpose came to me, no longer was i aimless.
    To better myself was then my goal.
    With friends at my side it filled the hole.
    with courage and certainty i proceeded.
    Unto the bridge, Which was all that i needed
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:56 pm

    Zachariah Morris

    -Pen on the Table-
    Moments
    flashing past me, already memories
    Sitting on the ground, meditating
    hoping for solace in the eyes of the mind
    I can't say
    that I am truly angry
    but the actions
    of my soul
    are whispers of my waves
    Pushing a boy
    out of the seat
    Getting angry and flaming with a snap of my fingers
    Speaking words that translate white boy
    Words I would hate to believe had come from the future me
    Then other things
    Cussing out Ketchup and the ideals he alleged
    Alleged trash which I discovered on paper in my garbage
    Lately
    Most recently, according to time
    The seconds have flown by so I laughed to discover my luck
    Sunday, but not too late
    Again
    With the attitude and brain shaking actions
    Realizing
    I have never doubted my kindness or my barriers from jerkishness
    But now I am
    And I'm done discussing with Dylan about it
    Because he's a friend and I've stationed him opposite
    Trying to help and tell me things
    Things I believe and except but can't seem to leave
    I've liked a girl
    And dated her
    I've lost her to a guy I can't honestly say I humor
    Someone I respect for intellect but not emotion
    Not him nor real dislike but something of myself which resides in sometimes
    But that's only one story
    How about my white trash acts of stupidity which no one can tell me were fine or not the aforementioned description
    I don't speak of the during class acts
    Or the jars placed systematically
    But of the rash craziness/ not insanity which pervades me and changes my instinct
    The laziness of after bus rid hours
    And the glassy eyed charms of "am I" rather than "if so what can I do", not why
    I'm being honest right now
    Living in the moment
    Doing stupid stuff to try and battle my one damn hate
    The thing that shot my memories of my past self
    The thing that took away my friends and pushed me into the traffic of "look, its high school man"
    Time
    My thoughts, which since evolved past caring and into expressing
    have been measured by one thing
    Thinking, hey , my will
    but no
    The seconds and hours and days of responsibility
    I want to walk
    To program
    To run
    To build
    To work
    To learn
    To drive
    To eat on Christmas by myself in a restaurant next to a parking lot that holds my car, hours away from parents and family, people who are amazing but fight aimlessly and can't live like me
    That can't see I have moments when I see truth in everything
    And moments when I sit on a bed after watching The Remaining thinking about my mom asking me if I'll have nightmares because of the topic of the movie
    My conclusion being
    No, because for a second, I found something
    maybe god or some other religion, never worshiped divinity
    Perhaps the universe
    But it was awakening and it told me
    Zach, whatever you do, Agnostic or Christian
    If you choose to believe that we should enjoy life in case there is no heaven
    Then live life and don't worry
    So
    There's a girl
    Nick knows, Dylan knows, not to mention Victor
    The first trying to get me going
    The second trying to content me with logic
    And the third just listening
    I don't know what I'll do
    Or where i'll go
    When I'll sail or if I'll set my cargo on a boat or at home
    But I know
    that the original of this poem
    was written in beauty blue ink with a favored pen
    A pen that sat on my desk while I opened my eyes after twitchy, unchecked mediation
    A pen that inspired creation and honesty and time to just speak without consideration or sorry's or future consequences
    Because
    to myself I say
    time is winning and I can't do anything
    If you write this then things will happen and truth will be out
    But if you don't then sit on the floor and grapple with the white trash plague
    Time is winning and I can't do anything
    If I keep living in this temptation then 20 years later will be but a day
    And time will waste away
    Then I will see a towering figure at a festival and think of my past remembering thoughts of the future
    Because time
    is winning
    and I can't do anything
    But I can write my feelings
    And feel my life
    And ignore my future
    And wait for a day for the "day"
    And the tunnel will come
    Into Britain, into Rome, into Death, into Solace
    A day repeating over till the sun shines
    Thank you
    for reading, this poem that came to me
    That lifted up my shoulders from burdens of ideas and ideals and beliefs and thoughts and memories
    So, my soul
    Carrying the weight of a girl I still like
    A girl I must let go, a purpose of this poem
    The weight of the anger at myself for my actions of rashness and haste
    The weight of wanting to punch someone , wanting to show that I am someone and I know things but whatever you are, stop fudging messing with me
    The weight of Arrow, a guy who won't listen and hurts himself and more so me because he is a living painting of my struggle
    The moment I paused and didn't say anything on Thursday after ranting at him, realizing how hypocritical
    The weight of a new girl, in a place where I don't want to start again because of my hate for time and the end of anything that works, less than 6 months, but still, ??question mark??
    The weight of the silence I want to give to my family because they can't see anything but the daily routine
    The weight of not doing homework and getting myself into a frenzy
    The weight of friends I have who really can't understand my feelings and, in my eyes, just how great
    The weight of leaving them and not being able to explain because it breaks social code, looks gay, and there's no words to portray
    Just
    I want to live in the moment
    But if I am to live then I must berate time and except my anger and bubbling internal "frustart-ion"
    But thank you
    Because now I can go on
    And things will happen
    And stars will aline
    But hopefully
    I can decide,
    Hopefully,
    I can breathe.
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:57 pm

    Victor Porras

    The memories

    I look around and all I see is light
    Vibrant bright colors left and right
    Billowing green grass dances in the playful breeze
    Flowers blossom littering the ground like little cities
    Sunshine pours down warming my soul
    The baby blue sky, everything is under control
    The giddy feeling building up
    Is so strong that my heart it envelops
    My friends around me, just having a good time
    Laughing and joking, this is joy at its prime
    No problems or sorrow, all is swell
    To pain and despair I have said farewell
    Although not together, seeing her doesn’t hurt
    Having such a good day we converse without discomfort
    Thanking the one above for the life he has given
    Thanking him because I am still living
    Love is a strong feeling I won’t lie
    Sometimes I run from it and try to hide
    Joy and happiness could be found
    Just love yourself and it will come around
    Share the good times with others
    Treat each other as if you were brothers
    The suffering I will keep because from it comes knowledge
    Bad times reawakens us, all we need is a bandage
    I wish to keep this in my mind
    Remember us all and for this memory to rewind
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:59 pm

    Zachariah Morris

    -Sleepless Narrative-
    Lull in my mind
    like a thought I can't find
    mentally blind
    And thats how I'm living
    At the end of the day
    I can't honestly say
    which way
    I'm facing

    Homework every night
    facing its might
    repeating the fight
    too tired to really try
    And its infinite
    because it returns relit
    Last nights late work its excelerant
    Sleep I deny

    I could be lazy
    my brain wouldn't be hazy
    but it outranks dreams of daisies
    My life keeps its tone
    Seriousness
    Silent self-acknowledging sense
    Sleepless
    Till the bill for my loan

    Heil
    Cellphone calls in file
    Dictators, all of them vile
    So many problems to solve
    And its my passion to stand
    Grab someones hand
    Free the land
    But now, I'm watching reality revolve
    So sleep
    my friends
    Sound asleep
    Dream Achilles
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:59 pm

    Robert Haywood

    The old days were great
    not the same as of late
    was it just fate?
    not so fast- but can confusion dissipate?

    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Their's not to make reply
    Once upon a midnight dreary
    while I pondered weak and weary
    I knew the rest could outdo me
    Their emotions strong and tall and gloomy
    What emotions were in my air?
    None but distraught and despair
    love and power ruled their works
    They pumped them out, hundreds of works
    But to my name, a sad handful of works
    They were like machines in an industry of works
    But what did I love?
    Try as I might
    neither demon nor dove
    could I manifest that night
    they convey raw emotion in scores
    While I scrounge it up like one of my chores
    Pessimism, impersonating a Freudian
    comprised my capabilities
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 3:00 pm

    Meghana Nelluri

    This one is called The Violinist

    She was intelligent and graceful
    Kind and sweet
    But above all, she was a violinist
    However,
    Her bow was sharp and metal, and the strings were her arms
    Her sheet music and notes were hate messages that transformed into songs
    She played everyday, all night long
    A melody created by her tears and thoughts
    One day, she got tired of it
    She wanted to create her own music
    And she did
    She poured all of her emotions into it, emptying her feelings
    Notes turned into words and rests turned into cries
    It was beautiful, one of a kind
    The only one to play it, though, was her
    And the only people to see it were her parents

    (I love this one)
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 3:01 pm

    Amanda Shea

    They were all forgotten,
    left to perish in the flames of the deceased
    Nothing left but debris and destruction
    Everyone thought the world was going to come to and end
    All you could hear was the screams of agony and anguish
    They just wanted to be left alone
    They were NOT the type to sit there and allow bullets to be thrown at them
    They were the type that was brave and strong,
    always alert and confident
    But he had to put an end to all of that
    He wanted power and attention and that's what he got;
    though only for a short while
    They fought against him for days, weeks even,
    until finally, after over eleven million deaths,
    prosperity was won and love was shared for eternity

    (This poem is in honour of al eleven million people who were killed in the Holocaust).
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 3:04 pm

    Zachariah Morris

    -Fireworks and Wishes-
    Sometimes you know things
    Other times you don't
    So our lives are lived by knowledge
    And those choices that say "I won't"
    You live to accomplish
    and to sing to the heavens
    You preach to the people
    Begging sevens from elevens
    Its a sad story
    One you wish was fantasy
    Funny thing
    the wish is the real context of the storys
    So, once again I'm here telling you
    a bunch of drama and live lines
    but its not a plea for action
    I'm giving up this time
    This past week
    I sat and read, recieving presents
    waiting for the thirteenth
    then lived it
    Content
    I blew out the candles
    and smiled at the universe
    for once this school year
    I had no sadness to nurse
    Those bright pink stars
    when you close your eyes and dream
    were bordering my pupils electric signals
    My everything
    Thats what I thought
    till I considered what existed
    When we open our eyes
    we close other senses
    This world we live in
    Recognize its limits
    Every moment that you breath
    could be one wasted
    Be happy
    and see
    that if you can't smile
    then the air you breath will be temporary
    I was frustrated
    Pissed off
    Not that the things I felt were fake
    but I pushed aside true thinking,
    letting reasoning get soft
    I care about her
    like one normally would
    but its joy vs. versus
    and I can't keep trying
    I never stopped so I shouldn't have to start
    I'm the kind of guy who can't be half fun
    I can't see you smiling with him then smiling with me
    Maybe i'm selfish but atleast its natural feelings
    I'm wishing
    For a conclusion
    And it won't hurt because I'm happy
    If its Rob then its Rob
    And I mean it
    This year should end properly
    Enough of the synthetic solutions
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    Post by Steve on Sun Jun 07, 2015 4:03 pm

    You didn't get my entire poem...


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    Post by Steve on Sun Jun 07, 2015 4:03 pm

    You don't have to scroll down on Edsby more though. It's on my gallery.


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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 4:08 pm

    What gallery?
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 4:09 pm

    Hailey Follstad

    Silence-

    Silence is golden
    Those three words
    Hold true
    Just like many others you may know
    She can see, smell and hear
    But can't taste or speak
    Controlled power
    Torturous battle raging within
    Not only within but with the world
    Not angry, but disappointed
    May I have my tea and drink it too?
    Or am I damned just like that?
    She wants freedom
    Despite that, her hands are full
    Full of responsibilities and actions she's yet to take
    X marks the spot, so drink up while you can
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    Re: Poems that were transferred from Edsby

    Post by Steve on Sun Jun 07, 2015 4:15 pm

    "Steve's Poetry Gallery", you didn't get the whole poem, but the full version is there.


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    Re: Poems that were transferred from Edsby

    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 9:07 pm

    Amanda Shea

    I can see you being eaten away slowly by your world
    Your sitting there collapsing under the pressure and I'm
    watching you; It's killing me because I can do nothing to help you
    I can't alleviate you from all of your problems
    I can't protect you from everybody like I want to
    While your there fighting for your life,
    have to close my eyes and pretend that I'm
    dreaming everything up
    That my brain is just playing tricks on me from
    the lack of sleep
    I try so hard, but it doesn't work
    I'm forced to stand there and see you lose yourself
    I just can't take it anymore
    So many people think I'm crazy from saying what
    I see come from you
    What they don't know is that everything I say is true
    While you're screaming at the wall,
    I'm trying to help you compete and conquer your "demons",
    to release everything before it's too late
    Before you give up
    Before you crumble into a million tiny pieces
    If I see that I don't know what I would do
    Maybe I'd give up too....
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    Re: Poems that were transferred from Edsby

    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 9:08 pm

    You need to get a Facebook because even Zach has one and posted pictures. I'm beginning to get all of the pictures from Edsby and post them on there. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. OF. THEM.
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    Re: Poems that were transferred from Edsby

    Post by Steve on Sun Jun 07, 2015 9:09 pm

    Blech.


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    Re: Poems that were transferred from Edsby

    Post by Hailey on Sun Jun 07, 2015 9:18 pm

    He doesn't HAVE to.

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