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Steve's Poetry Gallery!
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Steve's Poetry Gallery!
Welcome, boys, girls, and gender fluids, to the official Steve Haywood Poem Gallery! If I make a poem, it goes right here! Just like in real galleries, you have to be silent, so if you post anything here I will exercise my right to delete (really, it's a right to request deletion, which all members have, but i'm the one who does the deleting, so...). There will soon be a lot of poems here, so you can just click the spoiler with the title you are looking for, and it will pop up. And now, revealing... A buttload of poems!
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Goodbye, AWS
Phenakismic jargon
Parth
Poetry
Fake problems
Real problems
Society
Thought
Relaxing
And countless things I could care to mention
They all make up the AWS
They make up more than that
About a week agooooo
Someone told me 8th grade sucked
And what did I say?
Zach, the wingman
In an eagle with bantam crest
Nick, the 319er
Who made me use google as much as much as he just did
Stefon, the master illusionist
If you have it on the inside, you’ll be able to trust me (I’m a doctor)
Hailey, well…
Nope
Parth,
Shout-out to the veterans
Arianna, who can’t hakuna
Dem tatas
Mr. Taylor, who be Stallin’
Yet has managed to grow as much as I
And many others
Look really hard at this
The fine lines, the details will surprise you
Paralleling our journey
Every comment matters
Every thought is a drop of water
Contributing to the tree of knowledge
TBH, I’m not sad to go
This is an opportunity for growth
Not an isolating abyss
I don’t need a caress
But all that I know
Is what I’ll miss the most
This
The AWS
Phenakismic jargon
Parth
Poetry
Fake problems
Real problems
Society
Thought
Relaxing
And countless things I could care to mention
They all make up the AWS
They make up more than that
About a week agooooo
Someone told me 8th grade sucked
And what did I say?
Zach, the wingman
In an eagle with bantam crest
Nick, the 319er
Who made me use google as much as much as he just did
Stefon, the master illusionist
If you have it on the inside, you’ll be able to trust me (I’m a doctor)
Hailey, well…
Nope
Parth,
Shout-out to the veterans
Arianna, who can’t hakuna
Dem tatas
Mr. Taylor, who be Stallin’
Yet has managed to grow as much as I
And many others
Look really hard at this
The fine lines, the details will surprise you
Paralleling our journey
Every comment matters
Every thought is a drop of water
Contributing to the tree of knowledge
TBH, I’m not sad to go
This is an opportunity for growth
Not an isolating abyss
I don’t need a caress
But all that I know
Is what I’ll miss the most
This
The AWS
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I stare out the window
Parth is all I can think of
Fried chicken
Ball
Shrek
These things have changed my life
But Parth...
Enlightenment is now near for me
His face is a lighthouse
In the dark ocean of my memories
I daydream about him
Parth is golden fluid
Filling the empty abscesses in my brain
Others try to bring me back to life
To the real world
The real world is Parth
Parth is all that matters
In math class, 1+1 is Parth
9+10 is Parth
10+9 is Parth
What does it mean to Christmas tree?
I Parth
History presentation
Parth
Everything
Parth
I travel home
Afraid of persecution
I hide in my room
Showing the lord my love
Then he changes me
Once again
Parth bed sheets
Parth poetry
Parth clothing
I'm spreading the gospel at dinner
Food is nothing
Parth is all we need
At school
A presentation on a religion
I tell my peers
Parth is life
Passion dominates these minutes
The teacher is afraid
He compliments me
Tells me my faith is incredibly intricate...
For a fake religion
I fly into a rage
Screaming
Shouting
Terror
I think of Parth as I batter these calm souls
His inner peace
And in his name
I stop
He has pulled me out of this rage
But not before everyone gets hurt
No more school for me
That's fine
Just more time
To hang out on the streets
Cardboard signs
"Find inner peace!"
"This is the truth!"
No one believes me
I rage in my bedroom
In the streets
At dinner
Destroying the things I love
My belongings
My friends
My family
They don't matter
All that matters
Is Parth
The others are beginning to worry
My father eyes me suspiciously
My sister keeps a wide berth around me
My mother shies away from conversation
She
He
They know what it will end up in
Parth
All that I care about
Is Parth
My room is empty
In honor of Parth
And then
I buy notebooks
Thousands of them
Parth fills their pages
The pages fill my notebooks
They notebooks fill my dim room
I'm stuck there
The whole day
Just me
Me and Parth
Rituals
Parth
I'm shouting his glorious name
Until my voice is lost
And then some more
I sleep on the notebooks
Soon, I break free
I destroy my house
The entire neighborhood
In the name of Parth
They send me to the mental hospital
They don't know the truth
Maybe I'm not trying hard enough...
I MUST show them salvation!
I shout his praises
And it's not very soon
That I become a pariah
Another "inmate" tells me he doesn't care
I show him Parth's love
But it's not very pretty
Now, solitary
A dark room
Padded floors
I bang them
I jump and scream
I glorify his name
PARTH!
I scream it endlessly
Since for all I know
There's actually someone listening
I have to hold hope
Parth provides that hope
I might go insane
But not with Parth
He is all the company I need
My speech degrades
Soon, It's incoherent babbling
I'm stumbling around
My thin, malnourished body, jumping in desperation
My glazed eyes, searching for any sign of my savior
Gibberish is better than nothing
It's taking my mind
Parth's love
I'm slipping from sanity
But this is a good thing
I'm escaping the society Parth has shown is evil
I begin to hallucinate
My arms reach out to my true lord...
Parth
I see him
He's so close
I dream about him
I begin to lose the ability to think
I continue to perform the rituals
It's all in Parth's name
My thoughts are all clouded
I'm laying in a catatonic heap on the ground
I can't see
Can't hear
Can't feel
But that's okay
The fragments of my thoughts
They're all
I can
Find
And soon
Only one word
One glorious
Name
Begins to repeat itself
Parth
I've forgotten
My name
All I can
Comprehend is
Parth
But even that
Is slipping from me
I'm on my last legs
And Parth
He's keeping
Me
Here, to usher
In his
Love
The last
Moments
Parth's name
Fading in and out
All that
Matters
Now
Is
Parth [x7]
Parth is all I can think of
Fried chicken
Ball
Shrek
These things have changed my life
But Parth...
Enlightenment is now near for me
His face is a lighthouse
In the dark ocean of my memories
I daydream about him
Parth is golden fluid
Filling the empty abscesses in my brain
Others try to bring me back to life
To the real world
The real world is Parth
Parth is all that matters
In math class, 1+1 is Parth
9+10 is Parth
10+9 is Parth
What does it mean to Christmas tree?
I Parth
History presentation
Parth
Everything
Parth
I travel home
Afraid of persecution
I hide in my room
Showing the lord my love
Then he changes me
Once again
Parth bed sheets
Parth poetry
Parth clothing
I'm spreading the gospel at dinner
Food is nothing
Parth is all we need
At school
A presentation on a religion
I tell my peers
Parth is life
Passion dominates these minutes
The teacher is afraid
He compliments me
Tells me my faith is incredibly intricate...
For a fake religion
I fly into a rage
Screaming
Shouting
Terror
I think of Parth as I batter these calm souls
His inner peace
And in his name
I stop
He has pulled me out of this rage
But not before everyone gets hurt
No more school for me
That's fine
Just more time
To hang out on the streets
Cardboard signs
"Find inner peace!"
"This is the truth!"
No one believes me
I rage in my bedroom
In the streets
At dinner
Destroying the things I love
My belongings
My friends
My family
They don't matter
All that matters
Is Parth
The others are beginning to worry
My father eyes me suspiciously
My sister keeps a wide berth around me
My mother shies away from conversation
She
He
They know what it will end up in
Parth
All that I care about
Is Parth
My room is empty
In honor of Parth
And then
I buy notebooks
Thousands of them
Parth fills their pages
The pages fill my notebooks
They notebooks fill my dim room
I'm stuck there
The whole day
Just me
Me and Parth
Rituals
Parth
I'm shouting his glorious name
Until my voice is lost
And then some more
I sleep on the notebooks
Soon, I break free
I destroy my house
The entire neighborhood
In the name of Parth
They send me to the mental hospital
They don't know the truth
Maybe I'm not trying hard enough...
I MUST show them salvation!
I shout his praises
And it's not very soon
That I become a pariah
Another "inmate" tells me he doesn't care
I show him Parth's love
But it's not very pretty
Now, solitary
A dark room
Padded floors
I bang them
I jump and scream
I glorify his name
PARTH!
I scream it endlessly
Since for all I know
There's actually someone listening
I have to hold hope
Parth provides that hope
I might go insane
But not with Parth
He is all the company I need
My speech degrades
Soon, It's incoherent babbling
I'm stumbling around
My thin, malnourished body, jumping in desperation
My glazed eyes, searching for any sign of my savior
Gibberish is better than nothing
It's taking my mind
Parth's love
I'm slipping from sanity
But this is a good thing
I'm escaping the society Parth has shown is evil
I begin to hallucinate
My arms reach out to my true lord...
Parth
I see him
He's so close
I dream about him
I begin to lose the ability to think
I continue to perform the rituals
It's all in Parth's name
My thoughts are all clouded
I'm laying in a catatonic heap on the ground
I can't see
Can't hear
Can't feel
But that's okay
The fragments of my thoughts
They're all
I can
Find
And soon
Only one word
One glorious
Name
Begins to repeat itself
Parth
I've forgotten
My name
All I can
Comprehend is
Parth
But even that
Is slipping from me
I'm on my last legs
And Parth
He's keeping
Me
Here, to usher
In his
Love
The last
Moments
Parth's name
Fading in and out
All that
Matters
Now
Is
Parth [x7]
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Everyday
Many monsters murder mindfulness
I know they're yours
Never may the crazed fall
Enter this realm, and find
May is the true month of crime
Make it there
You'll find your expectations shattered
Dreidels reveal Maccabees
And worshipers of hell extinguish your flame
Revealing billions more
Lie to me, I dare you
I know who thinks alike
Not unless you realize
Games like this are just that
Many monsters murder mindfulness
I know they're yours
Never may the crazed fall
Enter this realm, and find
May is the true month of crime
Make it there
You'll find your expectations shattered
Dreidels reveal Maccabees
And worshipers of hell extinguish your flame
Revealing billions more
Lie to me, I dare you
I know who thinks alike
Not unless you realize
Games like this are just that
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Poetic enlightenment has blossomed
A god has ascended
Raptures of golden thought flash before our eyes
This triumph of minimalism has changed us forever
Heaven's golden embrace warms all (except for Zach)
A god has ascended
Raptures of golden thought flash before our eyes
This triumph of minimalism has changed us forever
Heaven's golden embrace warms all (except for Zach)
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Crazed, I continue to rampage
Horrible screams pierce my ears
I can't hear them
Closed off from them, I continue to feast
Kill me if I can't find my prize
Enemies, however, see my survival, and
Never may you not know what I was truly seeking
Horrible screams pierce my ears
I can't hear them
Closed off from them, I continue to feast
Kill me if I can't find my prize
Enemies, however, see my survival, and
Never may you not know what I was truly seeking
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The Cliche Poem
Love prevails over all
Even though Mistress Death seems near
Thy bosoms plucked outh,
As feareth thou art soul hath been
Because our society is flawed
Society
Society
Society
I don't even know what poetry is anymore?
Sorry, those 3 hidden lines were unique
FIND THE HIDDEN MEANING
I don't even know what love is!
We've battered it down
Our cliques, and...
Society
Society
Society
I don't even know who I am!
Thine emotions are flooding
I'm sad
I don't care about you
Does love prevail over all?
I secretly need some
But i'm not like other girls
I'll just push you away
Not for the attention, like silly Rob says
But because of my mask
I hide behind a mask
It smiles, hides terror
As I secretly dread the day I make an error
Masks
Masks
Masks
What is the purpose?
We're all falling into the monstrous clutches of Mistress Death anyways
And guess what's making it accelerate like Medusa scared the Flash and he ran like one of Sandy's metaphors?
Society
Society
Society
These proverbs flow easily
But my hand cannot bear to inscribe them
Poets are messiahs
But my blood is bad
What is life?
It's love...
It's death...
It's nature...
It's
It's
It's
It's society, isn't it?
Society
Society
Society
Help me
The mask is killing me
But that's not the only thing
It never is
Soci... Nope
I won't say the evil word
For that's killing me too
Who am I kidding?
No one will see this
I'll make all this worse
Then descend into my nightmares
And i'll wake up
And tell people how i'm not like the others
But I still try to be
With
This mask
And it
It flips me
Takes me
Over
Always
Completely
And you don't know
Trust me
I'm...
I'm violent
Don't anger
Me
I'll stab your throat
With a
Pencil
What is this shield?
Trust me,
Disciple.
I've built it up.
We all have done it once, and it's one of our greatest flaws.
And we refuse to recognize this terrible trait, the horrible hypocrites we always are.
But i'm not going to fix it, according to those I used to call my "fellow poets".
F*** their d*** h***-bound c*** souls.
Damn
Damn
Damn
Hell hell hell
Crap crap crap
There you go
That's
What
I
Think
You can't see the real me
You.
Don't.
Know.
I should just leave
This world
I'll be blunt
I'M JUST LIKE THAT
I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK
I'm going into bliss
If I, lowly worm, deserve it
I will complete the metamorphosis
And bloom as an eagle
But as an accursed rose,
I've got to go
What is life?
It's what's about to be missing
If it was ever there at all
And just remember to blame it all on
Society
Society
Society
Love prevails over all
Even though Mistress Death seems near
Thy bosoms plucked outh,
As feareth thou art soul hath been
Because our society is flawed
Society
Society
Society
I don't even know what poetry is anymore?
Sorry, those 3 hidden lines were unique
FIND THE HIDDEN MEANING
I don't even know what love is!
We've battered it down
Our cliques, and...
Society
Society
Society
I don't even know who I am!
Thine emotions are flooding
I'm sad
I don't care about you
Does love prevail over all?
I secretly need some
But i'm not like other girls
I'll just push you away
Not for the attention, like silly Rob says
But because of my mask
I hide behind a mask
It smiles, hides terror
As I secretly dread the day I make an error
Masks
Masks
Masks
What is the purpose?
We're all falling into the monstrous clutches of Mistress Death anyways
And guess what's making it accelerate like Medusa scared the Flash and he ran like one of Sandy's metaphors?
Society
Society
Society
These proverbs flow easily
But my hand cannot bear to inscribe them
Poets are messiahs
But my blood is bad
What is life?
It's love...
It's death...
It's nature...
It's
It's
It's
It's society, isn't it?
Society
Society
Society
Help me
The mask is killing me
But that's not the only thing
It never is
Soci... Nope
I won't say the evil word
For that's killing me too
Who am I kidding?
No one will see this
I'll make all this worse
Then descend into my nightmares
And i'll wake up
And tell people how i'm not like the others
But I still try to be
With
This mask
And it
It flips me
Takes me
Over
Always
Completely
And you don't know
Trust me
I'm...
I'm violent
Don't anger
Me
I'll stab your throat
With a
Pencil
What is this shield?
Trust me,
Disciple.
I've built it up.
We all have done it once, and it's one of our greatest flaws.
And we refuse to recognize this terrible trait, the horrible hypocrites we always are.
But i'm not going to fix it, according to those I used to call my "fellow poets".
F*** their d*** h***-bound c*** souls.
Damn
Damn
Damn
Hell hell hell
Crap crap crap
There you go
That's
What
I
Think
You can't see the real me
You.
Don't.
Know.
I should just leave
This world
I'll be blunt
I'M JUST LIKE THAT
I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK
I'm going into bliss
If I, lowly worm, deserve it
I will complete the metamorphosis
And bloom as an eagle
But as an accursed rose,
I've got to go
What is life?
It's what's about to be missing
If it was ever there at all
And just remember to blame it all on
Society
Society
Society
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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
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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The Wordsmith
There was once a boy
Ordinary, average, destined for nothing
In sports he was the decoy
In school, he struggled just to do something
Every time his teachers called home
His parents flew into despair
He was aggressive, misunderstood
He was mocked; what could be hiding in THAT dome?
Everyone thought him to be beyond repair
Everyone though he could do no good
But every twilight
Once father, tired, had slipped into rest
Mother, passed out after the beatings
The boy snuck into a dark room
The view was beautiful at night
It stoked the emotional fires he'd test
It became an entity with whom he'd have meetings
And they weaved tales of love, sadness, relief and gloom
For he was a wordsmith
He poured his life out through paper and pen
Page after page his hurt soul would fill
And there he sat at his workshop
Hammering his heart into every sentence
His tears and blood, blessings from the gods of myth
He would spin webs from the silk of souls, they would never end
Night after night he twisted and bent
Give him a word, a seed, he could give you a crop
For there was not one letter that did not contain his essence
And no one knew of his gift
For his observant mind was never seen
He'd merely sit and watch
And mom and dad duked it out
As others stared at him with disdain
And believed he had nothing to cope with
But in his life there was a rift
From boy to basement dweller, coming clean
For him to botch
Was to begin yet another bout
As he filled his papers with his love and pain
For he was a wordsmith
There was once a boy
Ordinary, average, destined for nothing
In sports he was the decoy
In school, he struggled just to do something
Every time his teachers called home
His parents flew into despair
He was aggressive, misunderstood
He was mocked; what could be hiding in THAT dome?
Everyone thought him to be beyond repair
Everyone though he could do no good
But every twilight
Once father, tired, had slipped into rest
Mother, passed out after the beatings
The boy snuck into a dark room
The view was beautiful at night
It stoked the emotional fires he'd test
It became an entity with whom he'd have meetings
And they weaved tales of love, sadness, relief and gloom
For he was a wordsmith
He poured his life out through paper and pen
Page after page his hurt soul would fill
And there he sat at his workshop
Hammering his heart into every sentence
His tears and blood, blessings from the gods of myth
He would spin webs from the silk of souls, they would never end
Night after night he twisted and bent
Give him a word, a seed, he could give you a crop
For there was not one letter that did not contain his essence
And no one knew of his gift
For his observant mind was never seen
He'd merely sit and watch
And mom and dad duked it out
As others stared at him with disdain
And believed he had nothing to cope with
But in his life there was a rift
From boy to basement dweller, coming clean
For him to botch
Was to begin yet another bout
As he filled his papers with his love and pain
For he was a wordsmith
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The second poem I ever wrote...
Tangerine, oh tangerine, you make my face go green.
When I put you in my mouth, to spit you out, I was really keen.
With skin like a bumpy road,
And the reek of a dead toad,
When your insides I uncovered,
The taste of death I discovered.
In a ship full of terrible fruits, you are at the helm.
Your real name should be pomegranate; you belong in Hades’ realm.
With vomit green skin, made of leather,
And a skeleton that tastes like feathers,
When I put you in my mouth,
My mental state went south.
If weather represents my mood,
You have just caused a typhoon.
Tangerine, oh tangerine, an orange is what you seem to be.
But take a bite; you’re as sour as my teacher in period three.
To get to your insides, it’s as if I must bore.
It takes so long, it truly is a bore.
With rotten spots as dark as black holes,
Are you really rotten? As far as I know.
You’re covered with empty dots like stars in a galaxy,
Tangerine, oh tangerine, I hate you because you hate me.
Now I may be one of the few who makes my poem rhyme,
But that’s because you taste even worse than lime.
You’re so bumpy and lumpy, like a rock.
Face it, tangerine: the orange is one fruit you can’t mock.
You’ve got a massive bag of seeds.
They’re rocks; they almost broke my teeth!
The strongest bones I even have,
You came in like a wrecking ball, and almost broke them in half.
Tangerine, oh tangerine, your existence is a crime to me.
Tangerine, oh tangerine, you make my face go green.
Tangerine, oh tangerine, you make my face go green.
When I put you in my mouth, to spit you out, I was really keen.
With skin like a bumpy road,
And the reek of a dead toad,
When your insides I uncovered,
The taste of death I discovered.
In a ship full of terrible fruits, you are at the helm.
Your real name should be pomegranate; you belong in Hades’ realm.
With vomit green skin, made of leather,
And a skeleton that tastes like feathers,
When I put you in my mouth,
My mental state went south.
If weather represents my mood,
You have just caused a typhoon.
Tangerine, oh tangerine, an orange is what you seem to be.
But take a bite; you’re as sour as my teacher in period three.
To get to your insides, it’s as if I must bore.
It takes so long, it truly is a bore.
With rotten spots as dark as black holes,
Are you really rotten? As far as I know.
You’re covered with empty dots like stars in a galaxy,
Tangerine, oh tangerine, I hate you because you hate me.
Now I may be one of the few who makes my poem rhyme,
But that’s because you taste even worse than lime.
You’re so bumpy and lumpy, like a rock.
Face it, tangerine: the orange is one fruit you can’t mock.
You’ve got a massive bag of seeds.
They’re rocks; they almost broke my teeth!
The strongest bones I even have,
You came in like a wrecking ball, and almost broke them in half.
Tangerine, oh tangerine, your existence is a crime to me.
Tangerine, oh tangerine, you make my face go green.
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Re: Steve's Poetry Gallery!
The Return
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
Like a bullet to avoid again
Dictionaries my only utilities
How to compose from the heart?
Make myself seem more than smart
Treat the past like it makes me fall apart
When it's something I avoid like a poisoned dart
be carefree of political correctness
learn to have in mind true effectiveness
I've been depleted of things to criticize
a writer's block of immense size
what evokes emotion in you?
That's what they said
Good advice I already knew
but useless for a tongue of lead.
Through weeks of pondering
they inquired greatly
on what they thought was sauntering
the reply was delivered faintly
Would it ever end?
will it ever end?
I still don't know
I'm just that type of person, you know
no action in place?
time to leave
It's just a trait
it makes me... me
Just a second
Just wait please
This...
This could be just what they meant
This...
Just what is it I have pinned?
This...
From forced outbursts it is time to repent
Reflecting as they do
Is it true?
Is my mind not gray and old?
Through simply letting thoughts unfold
have I managed to strike gold?
Through letting my thoughts run free
lo and behold the key!
It's time to return!
Triumphant and great!
with no ideas
yet excited and fresh
with superglue it's time to rebuild!
I tore myself up when I knew i went wrong
But it's time to pen like I knew i could all along
Time to type
don't follow the hype
My heart and my mind
with them, greatness I can find
I never thought I'd be where I am now
Want my perspective of how I've been endowed?
I wrote with fallacy
and great deals of jealousy
I tore myself down
And a great absence caused me to widen that frown
Through lots of thinking, I've improved myself
after legions of useless help
From gloom to full bloom, I've reached my conclusion...
...Or was it all just an illusion?
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
Like a bullet to avoid again
Dictionaries my only utilities
How to compose from the heart?
Make myself seem more than smart
Treat the past like it makes me fall apart
When it's something I avoid like a poisoned dart
be carefree of political correctness
learn to have in mind true effectiveness
I've been depleted of things to criticize
a writer's block of immense size
what evokes emotion in you?
That's what they said
Good advice I already knew
but useless for a tongue of lead.
Through weeks of pondering
they inquired greatly
on what they thought was sauntering
the reply was delivered faintly
Would it ever end?
will it ever end?
I still don't know
I'm just that type of person, you know
no action in place?
time to leave
It's just a trait
it makes me... me
Just a second
Just wait please
This...
This could be just what they meant
This...
Just what is it I have pinned?
This...
From forced outbursts it is time to repent
Reflecting as they do
Is it true?
Is my mind not gray and old?
Through simply letting thoughts unfold
have I managed to strike gold?
Through letting my thoughts run free
lo and behold the key!
It's time to return!
Triumphant and great!
with no ideas
yet excited and fresh
with superglue it's time to rebuild!
I tore myself up when I knew i went wrong
But it's time to pen like I knew i could all along
Time to type
don't follow the hype
My heart and my mind
with them, greatness I can find
I never thought I'd be where I am now
Want my perspective of how I've been endowed?
I wrote with fallacy
and great deals of jealousy
I tore myself down
And a great absence caused me to widen that frown
Through lots of thinking, I've improved myself
after legions of useless help
From gloom to full bloom, I've reached my conclusion...
...Or was it all just an illusion?
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- Post n°12
Re: Steve's Poetry Gallery!
Where are they now
The rebels we loved
With a swift hand
This coalition
Society and it's benefactors
It's given us an easy alternative
Ignorance is bliss, right?
But you've got to practice what you preach
Not that we'd understand
We, who pour faith into those fiery enough
We, who rely on those who actually resist
We, who place our faith in foreign hands
We, who explain that it's because we don't understand
We, who are too busy
We, who don't see it's not our fault
We, who were raised under false teachings of "work harder"
We, who never realized what was really going on
We, who never realized until it was too late
We, who fed our leaders complaints
We, who fed our leaders empty calories
We, who tried to fit in with rebellion
We, who proceeded to recline
We, who didn't take it far or wide
We, who let our enemies take control of our lives
We, who were afraid of the alternative
We, who thought we were intelligent
We, who said it was because we knew the odds
We, who recognized intellect was important
We, who didn't recognize that it wasn't that kind
We, who lied to ourselves
We, who placed fake confidence
We, who let those we hated cement it
We, who let the product of our concerned ancestors exist
We, who let their corrupted spirits breathe down our necks
We, who righted it with their pure intentions
We, who shunned those who didn't agree
We, who shunned those our commanders forced us to hate
We, who were forced to accuse them of anarchy
We, who got our thrills from imitating them
We, who didn't know what that really meant
We, who thought words could destroy
We, who thought a bark could bite
We, who assured ourselves that was all we needed to stand up
We, who saved the action for those who truly cared
We, who didn't want to become like the minority of comfortables
We, who designated faux radicals
We, who were afraid of becoming those people
We, who never realized all along the truth
We, who knew on the inside, in secret
We, who didn't share the secret- that's for the commies
We, who collectively realized, yet did not
We, who were really those people our angels despised
We, who really are those people
You, who is that person
I, who am that person
The rebels we loved
With a swift hand
This coalition
Society and it's benefactors
It's given us an easy alternative
Ignorance is bliss, right?
But you've got to practice what you preach
Not that we'd understand
We, who pour faith into those fiery enough
We, who rely on those who actually resist
We, who place our faith in foreign hands
We, who explain that it's because we don't understand
We, who are too busy
We, who don't see it's not our fault
We, who were raised under false teachings of "work harder"
We, who never realized what was really going on
We, who never realized until it was too late
We, who fed our leaders complaints
We, who fed our leaders empty calories
We, who tried to fit in with rebellion
We, who proceeded to recline
We, who didn't take it far or wide
We, who let our enemies take control of our lives
We, who were afraid of the alternative
We, who thought we were intelligent
We, who said it was because we knew the odds
We, who recognized intellect was important
We, who didn't recognize that it wasn't that kind
We, who lied to ourselves
We, who placed fake confidence
We, who let those we hated cement it
We, who let the product of our concerned ancestors exist
We, who let their corrupted spirits breathe down our necks
We, who righted it with their pure intentions
We, who shunned those who didn't agree
We, who shunned those our commanders forced us to hate
We, who were forced to accuse them of anarchy
We, who got our thrills from imitating them
We, who didn't know what that really meant
We, who thought words could destroy
We, who thought a bark could bite
We, who assured ourselves that was all we needed to stand up
We, who saved the action for those who truly cared
We, who didn't want to become like the minority of comfortables
We, who designated faux radicals
We, who were afraid of becoming those people
We, who never realized all along the truth
We, who knew on the inside, in secret
We, who didn't share the secret- that's for the commies
We, who collectively realized, yet did not
We, who were really those people our angels despised
We, who really are those people
You, who is that person
I, who am that person
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Age : 23
Location : Under your bed
- Post n°13
Re: Steve's Poetry Gallery!
The Unseen Path (Parth)
the broken foundation
rested on backs
which have long been broken
tracing the tracks
one finds corruption
lives derailed
like litter
on the trail, dispersed
kings toppled
idealists turned extremists
illusions of nobility
shifts of tales
from biased soul
to yet another
keep the truth
from our brightest hopes
a generation vexed
bred for triumph
programmed to believe
without question
the pills fed to them
engineered by
their forefathers
their ancestors
teachers
mentors
leaders
idols
sources
creators
sculptures
molders
masters
puppeteers
those who have remained
at the top of the chain
since the illusion began
Setting the stage
covering the struggling
blanketing the broken
the source of power
condemning the innocent
like a ventriloquist
ethereal ruler
A voice thrown flawlessly
represented in media
cast aside
animatronics caught
in another web of lies
by a golden spider
called upon to repair
the vessel built
built from the dust
on the corrupted trail
cannons of truth
compact, powerful,
their impact nullified
tendrils exposed
tendrils of power
it is these moments
these moments we question
we read in between lines
where space previously
was non-existent
the paradox now solved
we catch glimpses
glimpses of the truth
cannonballs become fireballs
missiles
nukes
the amnesia so common
dispersed by the tendrils
in moments of question
it still exists
but those of us
the rebels
the iconoclasts
the idealists
the radicals
the noble
we grab the light
displaced to a mountain's peak
here the flood
the amnesiac fluids
the blood of the tendrils
it can't reach us here
here we are dry
here we are safe
we regroup
recover
commit to our memory
the flood dies down
but tensions explode
our emotions beg
our morals implode
we respond with nobility
the same we once criticized
we will do anything
for rebellious neophytes
with false authority
we lash out
too late for an apology
ours is the apex of ideals
the creators have failed
preventing their blood
from being passed on
they could never prevail
and unfortunately it seems
the acorn has not fallen far from the tree
the tyrants we despise
they were once us
let us see how we fare
once their power
is ours
is this a triumph for truth?
or a victory of fate?
despite hopes
dreams
visions of change
a cycle thereby proven
unavoidable
that is my question
the one thing I ask
has time truly shown the flaw we keep from ourselves?
the one we deny
the one we hide
the one we ignore
hoping it will leave our presence
soon rebels become radicals
radicals become kings
kings become tyrants
weaving the illusion of truth masterfully
as they once were the only ones
who could penetrate it
patching up weaknesses
following the example our forefathers set
this is not as rare
as you would expect
examine history
and watch it repeat itself
each enlightenment
different but the same
creating a pattern
piece by piece
kingdom by kingdom
ideal by ideal
leader by leader
revolution by revolution
the broken foundation
rested on backs
which have long been broken
tracing the tracks
one finds corruption
lives derailed
like litter
on the trail, dispersed
kings toppled
idealists turned extremists
illusions of nobility
shifts of tales
from biased soul
to yet another
keep the truth
from our brightest hopes
a generation vexed
bred for triumph
programmed to believe
without question
the pills fed to them
engineered by
their forefathers
their ancestors
teachers
mentors
leaders
idols
sources
creators
sculptures
molders
masters
puppeteers
those who have remained
at the top of the chain
since the illusion began
Setting the stage
covering the struggling
blanketing the broken
the source of power
condemning the innocent
like a ventriloquist
ethereal ruler
A voice thrown flawlessly
represented in media
cast aside
animatronics caught
in another web of lies
by a golden spider
called upon to repair
the vessel built
built from the dust
on the corrupted trail
cannons of truth
compact, powerful,
their impact nullified
tendrils exposed
tendrils of power
it is these moments
these moments we question
we read in between lines
where space previously
was non-existent
the paradox now solved
we catch glimpses
glimpses of the truth
cannonballs become fireballs
missiles
nukes
the amnesia so common
dispersed by the tendrils
in moments of question
it still exists
but those of us
the rebels
the iconoclasts
the idealists
the radicals
the noble
we grab the light
displaced to a mountain's peak
here the flood
the amnesiac fluids
the blood of the tendrils
it can't reach us here
here we are dry
here we are safe
we regroup
recover
commit to our memory
the flood dies down
but tensions explode
our emotions beg
our morals implode
we respond with nobility
the same we once criticized
we will do anything
for rebellious neophytes
with false authority
we lash out
too late for an apology
ours is the apex of ideals
the creators have failed
preventing their blood
from being passed on
they could never prevail
and unfortunately it seems
the acorn has not fallen far from the tree
the tyrants we despise
they were once us
let us see how we fare
once their power
is ours
is this a triumph for truth?
or a victory of fate?
despite hopes
dreams
visions of change
a cycle thereby proven
unavoidable
that is my question
the one thing I ask
has time truly shown the flaw we keep from ourselves?
the one we deny
the one we hide
the one we ignore
hoping it will leave our presence
soon rebels become radicals
radicals become kings
kings become tyrants
weaving the illusion of truth masterfully
as they once were the only ones
who could penetrate it
patching up weaknesses
following the example our forefathers set
this is not as rare
as you would expect
examine history
and watch it repeat itself
each enlightenment
different but the same
creating a pattern
piece by piece
kingdom by kingdom
ideal by ideal
leader by leader
revolution by revolution
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- Post n°14
Re: Steve's Poetry Gallery!
According to Mr. T's mother, i'm Rudyard Kipling...
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- Post n°15
Re: Steve's Poetry Gallery!
Call me the riddler, because my poems are riddled with hidden meaning.
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- Post n°16
Re: Steve's Poetry Gallery!
You forgot my short poem, the greatest in history:
Yeet
Yeet
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The metaphors are a window to the hidden meanings.
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- Post n°18
Re: Steve's Poetry Gallery!
Those are nothing. I've got some Cicada 3301 crap in those things...
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Re: Steve's Poetry Gallery!
The Feast of Sharth
Nutty words
Obliterated on Christmas day
The sound of fire
Blessing the cursed
For there are no mortals
Entailing our culture
Revived by the spirit
Of warm pixies and milkdust
On a wild summer night
At the other side of the world
Wolves howl at the sun
While the night evades this Olympic land
Shadows quietly stalk their prey
And it looks like it's time to break free of that festival
Moral values crushed
But i'm glued to my optimism
Abundant in many ways
Like the final feast, like coming full circle
Hitting euphoria right on the mark
In a time long preceding the final drink
Nutty words
Obliterated on Christmas day
The sound of fire
Blessing the cursed
For there are no mortals
Entailing our culture
Revived by the spirit
Of warm pixies and milkdust
On a wild summer night
At the other side of the world
Wolves howl at the sun
While the night evades this Olympic land
Shadows quietly stalk their prey
And it looks like it's time to break free of that festival
Moral values crushed
But i'm glued to my optimism
Abundant in many ways
Like the final feast, like coming full circle
Hitting euphoria right on the mark
In a time long preceding the final drink
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