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Chorus Of Confliction"Chorus Of Confliction"

He threw her in a metal chair
Handcuffed wrists; pulled back hair
Stripping her almost completely bare
She wasn't going anywhere
What perfect timing as of now
For their parents had been out of town
What a way for siblings to behave
He had prepared for her an unmarked grave
This time she was going to hear him out
Annoyed by her pleas and pouts
He placed the tape onto her mouth
Her pleas now just muffled shouts
He had told her she had better stop
He warned her like a constant clock
She liked to rain on his parade
Turning nights into darkened shades
He knew he had to do this to her
Still he couldn't b

Water Bomb"Water Bomb"

Everyday my little boat
Becomes filled with more and more water
My shoes are starting to get soaked
Like lambs unaware in the slaughter
There seems to be some kind of hole
Just big enough for water to get through
The hole isn't big by any means
But I don't know what to do
And everyday my little boat
Sinks deeper and deeper in the sea
I can't rewrite the script I wrote
I can't undo what is to be
The hole now becoming cracks
I tried to plug with paint and clay
With barrels full of whole grain sacks
But even still the boat decayed
And I just can't stop this water
From seeping in little by little
Every damn crack a

Noble Chivalry"Noble Chivalry"

I see her aesthetic reflection in every mirror
With the passing days the closer the attraction grows nearer
And yet with every word and every kindly letter
I always believe she deserves so much better
Why is there an attraction to the mess that is me?
Perhaps there are waters that run deeper than I can see
I resemble a fine-tuned piano without the keys
Or maybe a rusted violin without the strings
And while I always appear to be shredding at the seams
None of this matters in her mind apparently
I resemble a beautifully wrapped gift without the bow
Or perhaps a kiss between lovers without the mistletoe
And alth

Playground"Playground"

Old sand lots and teeter tots
Throwing rocks in a hop skotch box
Chasing girls and acting cool
This was recess during school

Climbing up those giant slides
Looking down a mile high
Protecting yourself as you slid
From cruel kids who often hid

Swing sets were my favorite part
Flying where the ground departs
To see who jumped the farthest still
Boys would love to show off skill

Dribbling balls and ankle races
Throwing discs and running races
Playing cards and making noise
Girls talked about the cutest boys

Sharing snacks and soda pop
Proud to have a new lunch box
Playing tag and hide and seek
Scaring friends t

Lucky Penny"Lucky Penny"

One time when I was walking to the corner store
I found a penny in a puddle laying on the floor
Old Abe was looking especially lonely so
I picked him up and continued on the go

At that moment it never occurred to me
That what I was holding was a lucky penny!
And the reason to which how I know
Was that moment when I hit the elusive lotto

My jaw dropped; I was at a loss for words
To think a penny could bring luck was absurd
But i kid you not; when I walked out of that store
The skies were blue; the power restored

See, this town had been without electricity for weeks
And I too had gone on such a hunger streak
Crossin

Humiliation"Humiliation"

If I exist to teach a lesson
Then that lesson is to overcome
Any hardship or desire
Always fight; never run
Never give in to others
Or let them think that they won
We are all capable of strength
We will never be outdone
If I exist to show you how
Listen to what I have to say
Always do the best you can
And one day you'll find your way
Some exist to show us reasons
Why things are the way they are
And though their time may be short
They'll help us uncover scars
Everyone has a purpose
Even if you don't know it yet
Your existence affects others
There are those I won't forget
No matter how real the pain
Or how s

War Crimes"War Crimes"

Hello? Can anyone hear me?
I'm stuck here in this cave
Was that the sound of bullets?
It certainly isn't rain
When will mommy and daddy return?
I'm so cold here and alone
This fire doesn't burn
This country is not my home
How could this have happened?
I am only nine
Tomorrow is my birthday
I haven't done a crime
Mommy and daddy said to wait
As they went to gather food
I hope they're not the bait
To delighten someone's mood
What if they never come back?
Will I ever be saved?
I'm stuck here so afraid
Defenseless in this cave
The only sound I hear
Are bullets growing near
And I may have heard a bomb
I'm tryi

Shove Me"Shove Me"

A little bird often sings outside my window
Lonely as sin he made a nest above the snow
With his delicate singing I smile as wide as I can
Still it doesn't help me forget the terrible person I am
Songs so soft and pleasant to the ear
Songs that would wash away anyone's fears
Songs as beautiful as the evening rain
Songs that have hidden messages of peace contained
Yet vultures and crows feast on birds of his kind
Perhaps its fate our lives have intertwined
Because just when everything to this bird starts making sense
The eagles come and sweep away his self confidence
Yet a bird so strong still needs to learn to fly
F

Truth?"Truth?"

Truth has become reality's biggest nightmare
Which always becomes buried by those in despair
For is it more noble to bite one's tongue until it turns red
Or let truth accumulate until his heart pumps out dread?
My intuition has led me to the truth many times before
Of which I have realized truth is not the cure
But what is the truth when every character has a story
Upon which each owner desires to claim truth's glory?
For it is comforting for those to retreat from their fears
Or deny truth exists and mask it with cheers
What ignorant mortals for them I take sorrow
For truth will target and haunt them tomorrow
As for myse

Love Is Blind"Love Is Blind"

He was a world renown artist
He could play the violin
He could tell you any song
Before it would begin
He could speak many languages
So fluent off his tongue
He always kept his house clean
Before spring had even sprung
He traveled many countries
An intellectual he was
He would tinker with his watches
For reasons just because
He was a classy gentleman
So spiritual and divine
The only dilemma here
Was that he was blind
He had never seen the colors
Or the faces passing by
But you would never know this
Because he'd look you in the eye
And smile as wide as he could
A happy man he was
Still he hurt inside

Enlisted"Enlisted"

I received a letter in the mail
Requesting my duties to assail
I took a breath and exhaled
It was time for life to turn a trail

I was fresh out of school
With not a clue what to do
Biting more than I could chew
I wanted to try something new

Before I knew it I enlisted
To fight others sick and twisted
To help others unassisted
With guns or hands tightly-fisted

Once at camp I shaved my head
Still holding thoughts of dread
That before I knew it I'd be dead
And the rose garden would be my bed

Watching faith as it flows
Into the path that I chose
There I went on my own
Roaming now into the vast unknown

Such a shame history repeats

Flower Power"Flower Power"

Speak to me, my little flower
Dancing in the breeze
With your frail and fragile stem
You are braver than the trees
Bend for me, my faithful flower
Bend yourself at your knees
With your keen and natural instincts
You will survive the looming bees

Spread your petals as wide as you can
As your pollen starts to blow
To the oceans and their sands
And as far as they can go
Pollinate the others
With your warm and loving scent
Never fear the storm that's near
For I will circumvent

Live for me, my precious flower
I'll cover you from snow
With my rugged, worn-down hands
I will help you grow
Cry for me, my wounded flo

Orion's Gift"Orion's Gift"

Its so surreal to feel the stars at night
And know those you care about are looking at that same sky
Wondering if they are thinking about you
The same way you think about them too
Reliving memories as they occur in your mind
While moving forward through the passage of time
Its tough to muster the idea of never speaking to them again
And the bonds that were formed have ended up in vein
And yet we wonder if they are still alive
And if old relationships can ever be revived
The ghosts of people every night I mourn for
Like those families who lost their sons in brutal wars
They still exist out there somewhere in the pr

The Perfect Present"The Perfect Present"

During the winter season on a night very cold
Where the frosty breeze sends shivers down your spine
I met a little boy on the road decades ago
Who looked at the time to be about eight or nine.

I saw him aimlessly wandering from afar
Dodging cars who simply passed him by.
Judging by his ripped clothes he had many scars
And a pair of the most pained blue eyes

Now normally I would have just continued driving.
Who the hell cares about this little ploy?
Its tough enough in this world surviving
Without striving to care about some little boy.

For I asked myself if I was in his shoes
Would he bother to stop his

Butterfly On A Fence"Butterfly On A Fence"

There once was a crimson butterfly that landed on my fence
Why my fence of all fences to me made no sense
I had built this fence with such sharp edges nothing could land
But never the less here rests a crimson butterfly unplanned

This creature was beautiful and elusive; what a bright hue
The way it spread it's wings when the wind calmly blew
What an elegant display of perfection; truly a prize
One that would light up a room full of eyes

I wanted to catch this crimson butterfly and keep it in a jar
So it could shine in my house nightly like the stars
And I'd treat it with kindness, love, and affection
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Aliens Are Real

by =BleedTheDream180, Oct 1, 2012, 1:10:55 PM
Literature / Poetry / Humor / Free Verse

"Aliens Are Real"

They live to conquer our fears
They persevere despite our tries
They feed off our bloody tears
They are watching us with many eyes
From the satellites way up high
From the lunar galatic moons
Hidden behind those fluffy clouds
I guarantee they're coming soon
They're real; they exist; they're out there
I know because I've seen them
With their multi-colored hairs
They are walking among creations
They take on many forms
They may be your best friend
Some sleep in college dorms
Watch yourself around the bend
One day I was walking
When I saw a cute, little boy
Who I noticed kept on talking
But this boy was just a ploy
He changed into a creature
From a B-rated horror picture
Those kinds that would feature
Terrible costumes and figures
This one alien turned into two
Which then multiplied into ten
Some changed from green to blue
And that's when these little colored men
Stripped me of my clothes
Stripped me of my pride
They left me nowhere to go
They left me nowhere to hide
I was brought back to their ship
Where they made me drink some wine
Then they bent me over
I was probed at least a dozen times
At first I bit my tounge
But then I shrieked and screamed
Enemas are certainly no fun
I only wish it was a dream
Yet no one will believe me
Everyone thinks I'm crazy
Is it really that crazy to believe?
I feel static when I'm lazy
And it hurts like hell to sit down
Going to the bathroom is complex
Next time you go to lay around
Maybe they'll probe you next!

Aliens Are Realby =BleedTheDream180

Literature / Poetry / Humor / Free Verse

Another poem I wrote. Gearing up for Halloween or something

Critique by ~LuvThemHungerGames Oct 1, 2012, 9:00:27 PM

First I must thank you for inviting me to do a critique of your poem

And I will thank you for spicing this one up a little bit! The last few I've critiqued have been full of personal emotions. It was a nice refreshing breath of air. As I was reading through the comments on your poem I noticed you are going for something along th elines of showing instead of telling. I think you did an excellent job in doing so. This poem had some humor, and was full of emotion in a healthy crazy kind of way

The lines flowed together quiet nicely, as well as the thoughts. People have a hard time reading poetry that doesn't rhyme, and in your case you did such a swell job with rhyming that people were reading it aloud! And the mood was superb! I could visualize each detail you painted with fine precise strokes, hear a haunting music in the background, and feel the emotions of the unfortunate fellow that starred in your poem.
I would say this is a great poem to have right before Halloween. It will make you think twice before going out trick-or-treating alone

Great job, it caught my attention, and will stick with me for as long as my memory serves me well.
May the odds be ever in your favor
and have a nice halloween

-LuvThemHungerGames

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~brokenlights13 Apr 25, 2013

yes, they are real. if you watched doctor who you would know this by now. but they don't probe. (unless you count the master and what he would do to the doctor if he got the chance.)