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Role Models"Role Models"

There was once a young sibling who admired his older brother.
Though they came from different dads, they shared the same mother.
The younger brother wanted to emulate the older brother in every way
From baseball cards to video games, morning, night, and day.

This little boy followed his older brother around
To batting cages, arcades, and all over town.
He ordered the same foods and drank the same drinks.
He wore the same hats and thought the same things.

The older brother knew he had the power to influence
And in no way did he consider his brother a nuisance.
In fact, he greatly enjoyed setting the lessons
Like a preacher ed

Reason To Believe"Reason To Believe"

I long for hope that burns inside of me
Because there are so many things that I've never seen
So many places that I've never been
So much beauty that has yet to begin

This hope I long for that burns inside of me
Is the means and reason for me to believe
In all the things I've known and everything I have
For things can never really be that bad.

This hope I have is what pushes me forward
Slightly northward and around the corner
Its what gets me by each and every day
Because you never know what tomorrow may convey

You never really know what the future holds
Some days are bronze while others are gold
You never r

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
The k

Big, Ol' Furball"Big, Ol' Furball"

There he was sitting in the back of the cage
All by himself like a freak on a stage
Ridiculed, mocked, scorned, and rejected
Hopelessly old and probably infected

The kennel felt cold as he rested his paws
On the metal's surface; with his chew toy he gnawed
And observed on; listening to doctors in white
Prescribe his only medicine he would need tonight

He knew his time would soon be up
With his left paw he covered his eyes shut
He couldn't bear to watch his friends be picked
By little kids and parents with a list oh so strict

"No old dogs or ones with brown fur."
"No dogs with short tails," one kid concurred

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

Crossed The Line"Crossed The Line"

She told him "no" many instances before
At first he listened, but not this time
Her words were sounds that he ignored
Because finally, he crossed the line

At first it seemed like every date
He was sweet and kind, holding doors
But even still at any rate
She found herself screaming on the bedroom floor

Because he heard, but didn't listen
Only hearing what he wanted to hear
And by pure hormones he was driven
While her pleas fell on deaf's ears

At first it started out innocent
Holding hands, kissing, locking lips
But soon it was no longer ambivalent
Once his hands swayed around her hips

He tried crawling them

Your Only Son"Your Only Son"

I know I can never be someone who I'm not
But I hope I don't become someone you forgot
And all the years that pass; and all the years that fade
Please God will you make this pain go away?

My head is seeing colors; my eyes are seeing lines
I force myself to tell people I am always fine
Because if they took a journey deep inside my mind
They'd run away in fear; they would cower and hide

Why is it that I do the things I know?
Those ideas of self-abuse are ones I can't outgrow
And all the cuts and scars; all the knives and blades
Resemble all the failures resting in my name

I don't even understand the way I always th

Freeze Frame"Freeze Frame"

Once when I was walking I saw the most beautiful sight
A moonlit city all covered in white
The glow of orange streetlights which reflected above
Made me halt and ponder the ones that I love
Even above the city lights the stars did shine
A picture perfect moment suspended in time
I took more steps and left footprints in snow
Delicate powder controlled by wind's blow
But when I stopped I saw the funniest thing
A shadow beside me was starting to sing
The voice was raspy yet sounded so sweet
The most pleasant pitch carrying such a beat
And to my ears this sound was such a treat
That I could not resist the urge to gre

Rage Day"Rage Day"

Sometimes I just have those days
Where everyone should stay away
Where the slightest thing you say
Will be the cause of me to break your face.

You better keep clear during these times
I promise to exhibit obvious signs.
I'll hiss and I'll growl; I'll snicker and snear.
Sarcasm is high only if you're near.

I meltdown like a volcano erupting
Onto a blanket of snow where the lava's disrupting
The particles' flow; they speed up and go
As the rage builds from my head to my toes.

One bad thing leads to another
Like my drunken mother or a call from my brother
Or a fight with a friend; God it never ends.
So many memories wi

Merry-Go-Round"Merry-Go-Round"

I don't know where I came from
I'm not talking about birth
I'm referring to those times
Before humans walked the earth

What were we before then?
Is there truth to claim?
Was it planned or random chance
I hold my name today?

What kind of power
Created the extremes?
The planets and their moons
And everything inbetween

Why do I come across
The people that I greet?
Is it just by pure luck
Or fate and destiny

Why do old friends exit?
Why do new friends enter?
Our lives are merry-go-rounds
And we're stuck at the center

Why my color eyes?
Why my color skin?
Why the life I lead?
Why these thoughts within?

Why

Blossom"Blossom"

Beyond the cherry oaks and evergreen backwoods
Past the landscapes of emerald trees and creeks of water
On top of a hill surrounded by mud and soil
Lies an innocent flower as delicate and quiet as the wind

I planted this flower from the seedlings in my garden
Carefully cultivating this flower to reflect the beauty of nature
But I soon knew my flower outgrew its surroundings
This particular flower needed ample room to grow

At first the roots resisted, I had to tug to set them free
Scared of the storms and fires that could potentially be
The unknown wilderness is a scary place I must admit
Regardless my garden was not a comfortable

Avoid Drama"Avoid Drama"

How dare you spread such rumors
How dare you say such lies
How can I be pregnant?
I'm not a girl; I'm a guy!

Why would you think that?
Why would you fib
About people you don't know
Or things you never did?

He broke up with her
She cheated on him
Please don't get me involved
I don't know where to begin

So what if you never
Got asked out to the prom?
It only lasts one night
Then life will carry on

Every week there's someone
Fighting with a friend
Who hates who this week?
Please let this drama end

Because I'll never understand
Why people have to judge
Adding insult to injury
To hearts that never budge

What

To Be Alive"To Be Alive"

To be forgotten; to be left alone
To have seen so many people come and go
To be unable to recognize his own home
To want to wander when there is nowhere to roam

To cherish every memory that he can
To have lost the race before it began
To have such a longing for the past
To wish that certain moments would always last

To never know what it feels like to be alive
To always leaving as soon as he arrives
To watch the streets change before his eyes
To never have gotten used to saying goodbye

To appreciate every puff of a cigar
To take in the beauty of waves crashing and strums of a guitar
To be quiet; to be humbled

Poetic Failure"Poetic Failure"

I tried to write a poem
But my pen ran out of ink
The neighbors wrecked my home
I simply couldn't think
The bills continue to pile
The sun will not quit shining
These words have no style
Why do I keep trying?
The dog continues barking
It's distracting to my brain
This paper has no markings
This is really such a strain

I don't know what I'm saying
But words are coming out
While I just keep praying
They make sense read aloud
These words are not inspired
By any type of feeling
There's no guidelines required
Nor any type of healing
This poem has no goal
And no ending in sight
I'm sure it's full of holes
W

Take My Hand"Take My Hand"

Please take my hand
And look me in the eyes
Make me understand
That I wasn't born to die
Don't say those last words
Please don't say its time
I can not concur
Its not time to say goodbye
I feel broken and alone
On many, many nights
But you make me feel at home
Like the stars in the sky
I've watched the world change
I've seen people come and go
Longing to stay the same
But this is never so
Just when things are stable
And at least one step I can take
That's when the cables
Yet again always break
So don't make me sad
Let's run away and hide
And no matter how bad
Together we can cry
Don't bring me down

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As I felt the breeze smack me; I knew this was finally it
I couldn't possibly survive; I knew I couldn't miss

I looked to the left of me; the shadow followed me down
I saw the shadow crying; it knew soon we'd hit the ground

I caught glimpse of reality; despite falling at great heights
By looking through the windows; at least ones that had the lights

I saw a person snorting drugs and a father yelling at his son
They had left their television running; I think the Yankees won

For not letting her go out, a girl screamed at her mom
And a little further down, a guy had made a bomb

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The Fog"The Fog"

Every one of us has fog in our lives
Some more than others; some of us choke
And no matter the place where we reside
We're always gasping and breathing in smoke

This fog develops and envelops us whole
Blinding our very sense of direction
We often can't see which way to go
So we hide behind our fog's objections

This air becomes too thick to breathe
From the very moment of our youth
And often hidden below and beneath
Is the very essence of elusive truth

But we can not see all the ideals
Walking around lost in a cloudy haze
So we blindly guess at what is real
Hoping that we have found the way

But opaque roads are rocky and littere

Rain, Rain Go Away"Rain, Rain Go Away"

The sun set as she walked away that day
And it rained and rained for days to come
He became used to gazing at skies of grey
But man oh man he sure did miss that sun

Day by day his light began to fade
As he thought "Dear God, what have I done?"
His own tears would mix with the rain
Because God Almighty he missed that sun

Meanwhile water continued to shower
Throughout this lonesome phase
Even droopy were those flowers
From the bouquet he made last May

He tried to cover his wounds
By changing on random nights
But the answer he already knew
No intensity would ever match that light

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Learning To Fly“Learning To Fly”

Deep within a forest's workings
Lay creatures of the night slowly lurking
And nestled within branches of the trees
Lies little birds grouped in threes
Though so young to their mothers' delight
They decided their birds are ready for flight
But not every bird is geared to leave the nest
In fact many of the birds cry in protest

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Are vicious animals lurking to and fro
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Do many of the birds' flights turn awry
Crashing into every obstacle on their route
While t

What I See"What I See"

In all these city streets
Where people look the same
The only one I see
Is the one that has your face
And all these city sounds
Where echoes ring in pain
The only sound I hear
Is the calling of your name

And all the leaves that change
On all these sturdy trees
Can never mean a thing
Unless you're here with glee
And all the roses bloom
And blossom in the night
For you I'd pick out one
And hold it in the light

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In all these lonely times
Are completely unaware
How much I raise you high
And where they go I know
Doesn't matter when
They are in their flight
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The city in lights is completely covered in snow
The waters are freezing down by the bay
But all of these sights to me appear grey

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A patient with a doctor was cured of his pain
Families on-board are being served on a train
But this food just doesn't taste the same

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The cattle are roaming outside on a ranch
Hummingbirds are chirping high in a tree
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by =BleedTheDream180, Dec 18, 2012, 1:07:01 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

"Dear Santa"

All I really want for Christmas
As I peer down on homes from above
Is to let the ones I know
Especially the ones I love

That I want them to be happy
And grateful with their friends
Enjoy time with their families
And for enemies to make amends

I want to see everyone gather around tables
And let others know how much they are treasured
I want their messages to come from the heart
I want to see everyone pleasured

I want to see children open their gifts
As their parents and siblings smile and gaze
I want to see loved ones kissed
And let it snow for days and days

I want others to have what I never had
On Christmas no one should have to be alone
I want others to enjoy their families
In ways I never could in my home

I want others to rejoice merrily
On Christmas no one should be like me
I want others to sing Jingle Bell Rock
Last year I cried in front of my Christmas tree

And at night when the festivities are over
And the children are tucked in their beds
The adults can pull their loved ones closer
And prepare for the next days ahead

The wind will be blowing the delicate snow
Around orange streetlights under moonlit glow
Developing a scene so gentle and tender
This is what I want for everyone this December

And if I could be with you this year, I would
If only things were different than they are
But I guess things are proceeding as they should
And I know you're being taken care of from afar

So I won't be around for Christmas this year I'm afraid
I'll be where some might call a better place
Far away from here; far away from time
In another artwork; in a different rhyme

But just because I never got what I wanted for Christmas
Doesn't mean I don't want others to be blessed
There may not be any hope for me
There may not be anything left

But in no way am I bitter; I could never neglect
My weak heart cares immensely for you
So remember in case you forget
Remember how I pulled you through

Whenever you're lost in a crowd
And you feel like you can't smile anymore
Or whenever you're feeling down
Remember me how I was before

Remember when you were full of doubt
Remember the sacrifices I made
And how I took time to figure you out
Remember the lives I tried to save

And never once was anyone a burden
Not one time did I complain
I wish I could help every person
At the expense of my cursed name

Because that's all I really want for Christmas
As I peer down from my blurry view
Please make the ones I love happy
Please Santa, make that wish come true

Dear Santaby =BleedTheDream180

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Another poem I wrote. I had put this up earlier, but took it down because I wanted to wait until it got closer til Christmas

Well with Christmas a week away, now is a good time as any.

Critique by ~Stilwater-Rundeepo Dec 18, 2012, 5:33:50 PM

This was a very sweet but honest poem. It has that Christmas-y feel to it (I can't think of another word to use) but also a sense of darkness and sadness. All in all, authenticity, and that is what makes it the most powerful.

I liked the use of the traditional ABAB. It gave the poem a classical, stately sense, but still gave plenty of room for the true emotions to shine, of course.

Around the twelfth or thirteenth stanza, however, I noticed a bit of a break-off from the original flow and "beat" to the poem. In other words, the focus broke off from "I want ___ for Christmas" to a new train of thought. That isn't necessarily a bad thing, but to me it felt like a bit of a spin-off and didn't hold the entire poem together as well. If the later stanzas were to come into play between the "I want" parts earlier on, I think it would hold together a bit more. One note, though: I did like the repeated "Remember" phrases in the later stanzas.

All in all, I loved this poem a lot, and the message was very clear and well-spoken. The emotions couldn't have been stronger or more genuine, and I liked that. This is a wonderful piece!

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Critique by ~SenpaiSakura Dec 18, 2012, 3:59:47 PM

This is a beautiful piece of poetry. The length reminds me of the full and happy feeling after a Christmas meal with family. It is also a bit sad, since it seems to be from the perspective of someone who is passed away. I am impressed at your rhyming abilities, especially for a piece of this length

If you would like to improve it, I would suggest working on the flow and rhythm of the lines. Some of the stanzas and lines are a bit choppy and don't quite fit. For example in the fourth line of the third stanza, the word "pleasured" doesn't seem to fit very well.

I am impressed, however, at the length of this piece.

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~ThePeacefulFeather Jan 20, 2013 Hobbyist Photographer

Very beautiful!

Last year, I lost my sweet nanny to Congestive heart failure right before Christmas and in November 2009, I lost my mom's dad, my papaw, to Emphysema. And, I lost my grandma to Alzheimer's disease and me and her had been very close.

It was hard for everyone celebrating Thanksgiving and Christmas, but we stood by each other and reminisced about them.

I know they must have been having a beautiful Christmas as well. :')

=BleedTheDream180 Jan 20, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

i'm very sorry for your losses around the holidays, but you're right, wherever they are, they all had a beautiful Christmas also

~ThePeacefulFeather Jan 20, 2013 Hobbyist Photographer

It's okay.

s And, indeed.

~PharaohGrim Dec 24, 2012

I identified with this poem. Right now I'm sitting away from my family on Christmas eve enjoying the city lights of orange county from atop the hill in my grandparents home. I always care more for other people and am more concerned for their well being. And when I'm gone all I hope for is that Im not forgotten and fade away from even memories, to have never really existed in this world. And besides I'm happy when you guys are happy, so be happy

if not for yourselves than for me

~maqliqh Dec 22, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I cannot understand why you would write something as painful as this...

this is the season, huh. ...as a wordsmith, you cannae just sit there write words, there's experiences to be had

=BleedTheDream180 Dec 22, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

its bitter sweet xD

~Always-A-Day-Dreamer Dec 21, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

My god, this is really amazing and heartfelt! (as usual)
It's so bittersweet, and I can't help from loving it!
Keep it up, and don't stop!

=BleedTheDream180 Dec 21, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

thanks, and lol your DA icon makes me smile everytime i see it xD

~Always-A-Day-Dreamer Dec 22, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

You're welcome! And, I'm glad! I enjoy making people smile!

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