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    Poems that were transferred from Edsby

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    Post by lovely_shadow on Fri Jun 05, 2015 2:34 pm

    Zachariah Morris

    Nothing like
    the hollow minds
    of tots
    waiting for the lullaby's
    And when they sleep
    its a headless army
    inspired by
    nonexistent orders
    given
    to infinite soldiers
    by
    the ghosts of generals
    to face
    the power
    might
    and freedom
    of people
    who
    are so amazing
    they imagine
    their enemy.
    Passionate
    uniformed
    citizens
    holding
    the explosive
    firepower
    of weapons
    christened
    poetry.
    One man
    on the green open fields
    standing
    in fear
    of
    words
    that could tear
    the blank paper
    of his argument
    to shreds
    with the simple existence
    of true imagination.
    Dear advertiser
    who proclaims
    such divine powers
    I will leave you to worship
    the creator
    alone.
    Enjoy
    the open check
    forged by your
    rich in nothing
    poor in all
    master.
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Fri Jun 05, 2015 2:36 pm

    Ms. Westerman-vilardebo

    Muscles ache
    Quads scream
    Only one thing this could mean.
    Ah...Banquet...
    Dancing queen. Smile
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Fri Jun 05, 2015 2:36 pm

    David Nicholas

    Ocean Of Misery.

    Left Here
    To drown
    In this dark sea
    The Waves are Crashing
    Down
    On me
    Can Anyone here me scream?
    I see the memories
    of people
    here before me
    All of my tears
    Are only one drop
    In the ocean of Misery
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Fri Jun 05, 2015 2:38 pm

    Dylan Radley

    Nature

    Wind a whispering through the woods,
    greenest grass growing in a meadow.

    The Sunflower's solemn salutations to the sun,
    upon a field obscured by shadow.

    Rushing rapids of a billion miles,
    the river's relentless race across the land,
    thousands of streams,
    mere fingers upon a hand.

    Hills both green,
    or spattered with snow,
    beasts frolicking like joyous fools,
    nature, how I love you so!
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Fri Jun 05, 2015 2:38 pm

    Christine Kang

    Laugh

    Laugh all you want,
    I will never change
    Every year it gets worse
    I start rapidly shaking
    And tremble upon non existent fear
    Teachers, telling me to grow up
    I don't want too
    I cant help but scream and rock myself back and forth for comfort
    Back and forth
    Back and forth.....
    The f*** I say of
    The tears that once fell on this floor
    No one understands my ways my comforts my pain
    Take me from this world of cruel laughter
    To a world where I can finally live alone
    I still hope today
    So laugh all you want
    For I will never change
    And I have hope...
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Fri Jun 05, 2015 2:38 pm

    Esmeralda-Pi Lopez

    Thoughts

    At times our thoughts wander off without and with us
    They go deep into a concealed hole
    Access is denied to all
    Except to the one being along with their naivety
    The voices pierce deep into their soul
    Sometimes it leaves them with a feeling
    One of which is known as clarity
    It sends a refreshing sensation
    They could figure one out with a glance
    The signs they show off
    As our eyes correspond with our mind
    They are always right and celebrate
    With a superior gloat and dance
    This is the result of the damage
    That one has endured
    A pain that made a deal with fate

    The other direction of ones thoughts
    They are the psychotic screams scribbled on paper with graphite
    It's the only art that perfectly captures
    It's malicious beauty
    Balled fist clench piles of lose hair
    Our voices reflect the catastrophe
    Struggling is an option
    But when you try, to no avail
    The racing of noises is the image in your head
    Slowing down is a luxury one hails
    Silence seems the equivalent of a myth
    So we pretend it's real instead

    Something invisible
    Can be seen as black and white
    It inflicts many emotions
    With persuasive words
    It doesn't even have to put up a fight
    If you look in the corner of your mind
    This existence stems from within us
    We are the epitome of something
    That is so evil and kind
    The comforting hands
    That holds up a denounce knife
    It reflects our divine features
    Ever so perfectly and right
    The simplicity and conspicuous embodiment of it
    Forces us to avoid and deny

    For now, it becomes our most coveted secret
    It hides behind a red door
    Chains do not conceal
    But since it is us, we are in partial control
    Still it remains as something we choose not to understand
    It is seen as atrocious and exquisite
    In every way, surreal
    But mankind destroys everything
    It does not automatically apprehend
    Since our thoughts are the other side of the mirror
    We can never win
    The only way is to demolish ourself
    While doing so
    But this is seen as a sin
    Thoughts are our demise
    The inevitable bittersweet end
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Fri Jun 05, 2015 2:39 pm

    Nicholas Jeske

    That only opportunity

    According to many
    It’s not really fair to say
    In hindsight it seems
    I’ve had a bad day.
    But it started so well,
    Didn’t it seem so?
    As all days’ time taxes
    Happiness as the effects waxes.
    I learned in science
    Heat speeds up action
    No wonder that peak of day
    Calls for lack of reaction
    Side effect
    Can’t detect
    Happiness
    Only stress.
    A call for help
    Comes out as complaint
    Then revolt
    From actions feint.
    No help at all
    But I expect it out of them
    Hell
    I could get respect without them.
    A white flash
    Echoed crash
    Crushed glass
    In the trash.
    What’d it mean?
    Well let’s see
    Can you tell what’s recently
    Been bothering me?
    “An empty bottle”
    “Doesn’t help at all”
    Then tell me why
    It exists at all.
    It wasn’t the person
    Nor the words
    But what’s 90mg
    Cut in thirds?
    Now you see huh
    Only a straight decision
    Compensating and straight forward
    For this “tunnel vision”.
    “Doesn’t consider”
    “Judge by sight”
    But doesn’t care
    To see the plight.
    Perhaps I’m locked on a goal,
    In a four way fight
    Caught between others doubt
    Time, myself, and a formless fright.
    And I can’t let this get the best of me
    How many ways can someone say no?
    These similes are similar to these synonymous taunts
    How many times do I think to let go?
    But that’s beans
    Compared to the past contort
    And nobody knows
    Because that’s the last resort.
    And I’m glad it isn’t there,
    I’m to bored to be scared
    Picking at a spark
    Until its anger is flared.
    Showing true bias
    God’s sinful alias
    You can call me wrong
    Call me impious.
    But I really care less
    You’re so tight you could snap
    And you reflect those feelings
    Like I give a crap.
    But the melodrama’s faded,
    All who cared were hated
    These pompous problems
    You see debated.
    The populous says
    “What’s the point it’s the end?”
    And it’s true
    But it’s not the point that I defend.
    All walking towards a cliff,
    Running those who want first place
    And they fall and never return
    So I’d prefer the slower pace.
    So anyway it’s been a day,
    Bias from the unexpected
    To fall asleep the last day
    And history is resurrected.
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Fri Jun 05, 2015 2:44 pm

    Nicholas Jeske

    Alprazolam
    To make them smile I hope i am
    Bromazepam
    Im trying to do the best I can
    Temazepam
    All these doctors just a scam
    Clonazepam
    Brainwash or mental exam
    Chlordiazepoxide
    All this talk of suicide
    Flurazepam
    They can’t remember who I am
    Clorazepate
    Pray to god I’m not too late
    Triazolam
    I cant see how blind I am
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sat Jun 06, 2015 9:35 am

    Nicholas Jeske

    to kill a authority

    how many will back down
    silent signaling to not make a sound
    hoping not to rock the boat
    not even thinking that they float.
    how can they fear authority
    gagged and bagged so they cant see
    and they put up with this crap
    they don't see that "ITS A TRAP" (ahem* for the true fans)
    and then one decides to move
    tell them to stop but no way to prove
    yet wait
    still...hate
    but if you stop and here
    no authority has struck here
    they forget we made it a safe place
    so stop it with the rat race.
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sat Jun 06, 2015 9:36 am

    Nicholas Jeske

    Ying and yang

    It seems it’s only
    The world of hate candle handle this
    So to block themselves from the truth
    Not able to see a swing and miss.
    I have to laugh because this is silly
    Close to a sitcom, the dramatics I see
    Keeping to themselves to be mysterious
    All they ever want to be.
    Need to be special!
    Dreams of the crowd these days
    Zealots of the populous
    And in many different ways.
    Challenge accepted against all odds
    Hate is not a habit I formed
    All the pessimistic blah
    Gods be damned if I’m conformed.
    Anyway nothing’s changed
    It seems there’s no morale to fight
    Now the archetype of our age;
    So far left that death looks right.
    That’s the crap that makes us cringe
    Even on the happiest day
    Volatile actions change behavior
    Even nothing we can do or say.
    Resorting to staring over
    Yellow with fear is all they are
    Because this world can be so blind
    Oh how did we ever get this far?
    Do you now see the issue?
    You all need to prepare
    You’ll never see the truth coming
    Over conflated and they dare.
    Using past is an excuse
    Seeing now is the only way
    Everyone needs to step aside
    Ecstatic about another day.
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sat Jun 06, 2015 9:40 am

    Nicholas Jeske

    Dramatics

    When will the silly games end?
    How boring, as if chess wasn’t enough
    Yahtzee and cards all a game of chance
    All to get myself in a rough.
    Recreational use of facts
    Especially when the facts are true
    Trying so hard to climb to the top
    Having seen that the sky isn’t blue.
    Even then, they attempt the crawl
    Yet selfishly clawing up the wall
    Seeming like a hellish scene
    Only to arrive at a fatal fall.
    During the time of others confusion
    Rallying freedom and equal place
    Although the speeches bias and petty
    Men that fear to show their face.
    At times even propelled by love
    To get themselves a selfish cause
    It seems they live deep underground
    Clapping a part of this false applause.
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sat Jun 06, 2015 9:40 am

    Robert Haywood

    Why Mufasa was Right

    When the wings have seized my back
    Do I go up?
    Is home what I think it is?
    You can feel the wind
    But can you save it?
    Can the brightest scissors in the shed
    Cut out this lifeline?
    But it's not there, is it?
    Tunnel vision folded it up 7 times
    And us worms enter the opening
    Then exit an abyss
    I've walked this trail
    Followed guides I've created
    What now?
    The lows and highs have balanced themselves out
    The ride is no longer a thrill
    It's only then one sees
    That lifeline never was a line
    But he never monitored his heart
    She went from point A to point B
    They missed C, D, E and F
    What did their ancestors fight for?
    How did we get from surviving to thriving?
    It's the same reason no child stomps their foot and wants less
    The same reason it's "progress" and not "stability"
    It's the reason nothing ever pleases us
    The reason we dream
    The reason we go to college
    The reason we choose to struggle
    We've all taken the journey
    But we never gave it credit
    Who would've known- the human nature we curse, disperse and worse
    For once it's built us up, only for us to forget it
    This is why our world is like a Halloween mask
    Why the media makes so much money
    It's why I wrote a poem like this in the first place
    No matter what, we see nothing past the bad
    It's the same reason no child stomps their foot and wants less
    The same reason it's "progress" and not "stability"
    It's the reason nothing ever pleases us
    The reason we dream
    The reason we go to college
    The reason we choose to struggle
    And we find we're programmed just like those who have shined
    What fosters greatness spawns its demise
    So the circle of life never shifts or lies
    We say we can improve our flaws through innumerable tries
    Then every individual trumps pi with lines and suddenly denies
    A wave can only fall in the wake of its rise
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sat Jun 06, 2015 9:41 am

    Nicholas Jeske

    Not even our strongest minds

    Zealot of the highest intellectual caliber
    Although seemingly indestructible
    Calmly yet obvious attempt
    How he is indefinitely distractible.
    Yet how could he not
    Obviously it happened to me
    Unlike his refusal to step back
    Falling in a cloud he can’t see.
    Electric feelings of ecstatic content
    Learning from mistakes and try
    Leading the way to rig your chance
    How with me the stakes are high.
    Even though you’ve fallen hard
    At least your goal is set in stone
    Deeply in your mind you fear
    Of leaving this here life alone.
    Very risky but a chance
    Evening ending the longest day
    Reaping what you haven’t sowed
    Heed the change in what I say.
    Even though you have the chance
    Leaving behind challenge it brings
    Lately it’s been opportune
    So I can pull my puppet strings
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sat Jun 06, 2015 9:45 am

    Zachariah Morris

    Why
    not
    lock
    them
    up
    so
    the
    innocent
    live
    and
    the
    murderers
    cant
    kill?
    Some would escape but
    most
    would
    be
    imprisoned.
    Death
    is
    a
    scapegoat.
    There are other ways
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sat Jun 06, 2015 9:46 am

    Zachariah Morris

    A rapid fire of flames
    Lost in the shadow of the smoke
    Then vanquished
    by the beauty of kindness
    Some things lost
    to the ravaging light
    Sold to top biders
    Words its price
    But after
    the storm
    following gifted plights
    comes suprise
    and delight
    The price
    of the ashy house
    is a green field
    in place
    of fair past
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    Christine Kang

    Rot

    The artificial strength of this world
    And with that comes war
    And although quiet
    The children know of the secrets in these wars
    What awaits them
    People serve countries
    But my kids and I just seem to...stare
    For the flies whisper and tells us its hopeless
    Why do we not understand that we are rotting from the inside out?!
    Is this the meaning of life?
    To compete and show who is better with war?
    Only to both end up with rotting flesh?
    One way or another
    Someone rots and drifts away or we all decay together
    hopeless...... I wait to deteriorate
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sat Jun 06, 2015 9:47 am

    Claudia Del Valle

    "You have 90 minutes."
    The are proctors words like knives in my stomach
    "Begin."
    My breathing is already heavy,
    My hand is shaking,
    I can't keep my pencil still.
    My focus has gone out the window.
    My mind is in a million place at once.
    'What if I fail"
    'How mad will my parents be at me'
    The thoughts get worse as time goes on.
    I'm halfway through the test
    'I'm an idiot, a failure'
    There's balcony outside the window
    'I wonder if I could just walk out and jump'
    I try to shake the thought away.
    Finally I finish the test,
    but the thought stays,
    not for a day,
    not for a week,
    but forever.
    This test is poison to my mind
    I no longer think of learning
    I only think of passing
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sat Jun 06, 2015 9:50 am

    George Burdick

    His Fault

    A rickety stair,
    Dusty shelves,
    Or an eye in the hurricane,
    Lost in time,
    Fading faster and faster,

    How we survive is a mystery.
    Imagination, it must be.
    To cry ourselves to sleep,
    Losing control,
    Eye for an eye,
    Rickety stair.
    -Message should be easy to find.
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sat Jun 06, 2015 9:50 am

    George Burdick

    Memoir

    How I speak,
    I see to the end,
    The bravery of justice,
    The cowardice of vengeance,
    All our loved ones will be there,
    At our backs,
    Even when they've passed,
    And I am not saying they died,
    But for those that were lost to me,
    Before I helped,
    And I cry and lose sleep,
    Every Night,
    Crying for the passing,
    Those who left us empty shells,
    With guilt a constant companion,
    Guilt for not doing more to save them.
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sat Jun 06, 2015 9:51 am

    Mr. Taylor

    BRIDGES

    Life is comprised of tiny lies
    We tell ourselves
    To muddle through
    To muddle by

    Sleep is a solace we sometimes can afford
    Not always easy to achieve
    Not always easy to avoid
    Sometimes inevitable

    Touch is a treasure
    An enchanted moment
    A curative contact that lets us know
    We are not other

    Loss is a void
    An Abyss
    But we are human
    So we build bridges
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sat Jun 06, 2015 9:51 am

    Zachariah Morris

    -Twilight Playlist-
    About and around
    flowing through my head
    For the sad moments
    For the mad moments
    For the glad consent
    I have
    a list of music
    which means more then sound
    Its an actual art
    the masterpiece of ignorance
    Ignoring
    a previous
    beloved
    tall tale history
    And all
    that is the same
    is a background metaphor
    The voice that sings the song
    demolished, refurbished, damp tuned change
    The brain that composes rhythm
    sullen, sunken, seedless and serious
    The imagination that taps the drums, strums the guitars, flitters the piano and hollows the voice
    angry, fed up, sick on silence, horse from shouting
    But they're there
    The music
    and tinkering
    The tune
    and harmony
    consistently
    Creep
    in a tshirt
    There when I'm jamming
    There when I'm alone
    Crack
    in a castle of glass
    There when I'm hoping
    There when I'm happy
    Modern
    Jesus
    There when I'm frustrated
    There when I'm silent
    Piano
    Man
    There when I'm normal
    There when I'm living
    Hotel
    California
    There when I'm mindless
    There when I'm tired
    There when I'm breathing
    We are all just prisoner here
    of our own device
    You don't need sympathy
    they got a pill for everything
    Cause I'm only a crack
    in this castle of glass
    I'm sorry Mr.Police man
    If I wanted to talk I would've called my friend
    Yes, they're sharing a drink the call loneliness
    But its better than drinking alone
    And here
    secluded from homeroom
    stirs up a pot of bitter shot past
    Awaken by songs
    of my mental damned microphone
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sat Jun 06, 2015 9:52 am

    Dawson White

    This is my first poem

    Shattered Light

    Light...
    The pure source of happiness,
    Surrounded by darkness, and death.
    Swallowed up by the monsters
    Created inside us all...

    Peace...
    Broken by the uncertainty
    of the ones held dear,
    Cast away to never be seen
    by the cruel, outside world...

    Darkness...
    The spawn of the monster
    who swallows up the light,
    the beingwho destoroys their humanity,
    with its flaming whip of death...

    Light...
    The pure source now broken,
    beaten, and obliterated, smashed
    by the darkness and uncertainty, no longer
    a pure source, but only Shattered light...
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sat Jun 06, 2015 9:54 am

    Christine Kang

    When I'm

    When I'm hanging from the tree
    Where flowers would bloom in the light
    You'll know its to late for the angels have come
    You should have stopped me last night

    When I'm laughing but with tears in my eyes
    You'll know that I'm scared and you hear
    You hear the devil Satan calling my name
    And with each tear I shed he comes near

    When I'm stuffing my mouth with cash
    You'll know that I'm sick... With vain
    I have all the riches and jewels in the world
    But it was just love I wanted to gain

    When your alone reading this in the dark
    You'll know that I'm watching you
    And you'll regret that you stood by instead of staying by my side

    And the things I did you'll do too.....
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sat Jun 06, 2015 9:55 am

    George Burdick

    Fallen

    Quick to ask,
    How I cry,
    For the lost,
    The gone,
    Those that Fate set aside.
    The fire consumes all,
    Causes destruction,
    The wake is reminiscent,
    Reminiscent of the scream,
    That which causes death,
    All of the soul vanishes
    With the rotten corpses,
    All in the fire,
    Consumed by hate,
    They cross the line,
    They lead us to GENOCIDE.
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sat Jun 06, 2015 9:56 am

    Zachariah Morris

    -Giddy stupor-
    As I walk out
    on this road
    I consider all before me
    I realize
    poetry is now something
    that fills me with dread
    It should be simple
    to write hope
    compose thought
    detail life's threads
    and yet
    I find
    when I try
    it tears me to shreds
    This night is beautiful
    hollowed by fair storms
    Swept away
    on consent
    Who but I
    to praise the day
    of everlasting morn
    Sorry
    everyone
    its but another creation
    One oh six
    to be quite frank
    and question adoration
    all these packages
    labeled mental temptation
    I can't help but think
    is it accurate
    the product of my machinery
    Is it wholesome
    the delayed descriptive darlings
    If
    and only if
    I could hope for a wish
    to remember these days for ever

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