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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

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

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

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

Coerce"Coerce"

I don't know who you expect me to be
But there's a constant pressure that hovers over me
I'm sorry if I don't meet your expectations
But realize that I too am frustrated beyond dictation

I realize nothing may be the same again
Or maybe that's only my fear with friends
Growing up I always tried to play pretend
But I know I've only been fooling myself in the end

I know my time is running out
And the path that I'm on won't be the easiest route
But these expectations that you have of me
Is more than anything that I could be

Or is that just me hiding from what's real?
There I go again; trying to conceal
An excuse to avoid o

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

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

Aliens Are Real"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 jus

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

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

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

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

Serenade Her Sky"Serenade Her Sky"

Use me if you need to vent
Use me to your heart's content
I'm here for you; I'm prepared
I'll always listen; don't be scared

Use me as your punching bag
Tell me when you're feeling mad
I do not bruise; I have the might
If it means you'll be all right

Use me when you're black and blue
I'll restore your heart anew
Let me know when you are grey
Things won't always stay the same

Thanks for giving me the chance
To walk together hand-in-hand
I promise to help you through
What it is that's killing you

Tell me if I'm acting wrong
Tell me if I don't belong
I can handle what you say
I've matured in many ways

You're the stars an

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

System Shock"System Shock"

Quiet pitch; darkened scene

Is this what I always desired?

It is but a never-ending dream

It is now a life expired

If I could take a pill to not exist

I'd take two to guarantee success

Fall asleep letting dreams persist

And fade away into infinite regress

I'd pick and choose the dreams to see

Visiting memories one thousand times

Dissolving this pointless reality

Recreating scenarios within my mind

Sometimes I feel as if I

Dream up people and places who never

Existed in reality or have died

After I awake now and forever

Under a colorless sky and breeze

With no reflection to judge

I don't want to believe I'm em

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Never having a girlfriend nor any friends left him frustrated
Johnny was a proper person, but unfortunately mocked at school
For reasons kids can't comprehend because kids can be cruel

Little Johnny's now on his doorstep weeping alone; he has nobody
He takes a sip from his Kool Aid and cries to himself; he's so lonely
It's not his fault he wears glasses and acquires good grades
But he's never been to a sporting event nor ever stayed up late

This pattern happens everyday as the kids push him around
Some days are worse than others; like the time he kissed the ground
If

We're Not Crazy"We're Not Crazy"

Sometimes I used to think I was crazy
But I could never really tell
For was it wrong to have suicidal tendencies
Even when everything was going well?

Was it crazy to cry alone in the dark
Believing things would never change?
Believing darkness consumed my heart
And my life would be the same?

Was it crazy to stay up all night drinking coffee
Just so I could sleep all day
Just so I wouldn't face the people
Who used me and threw me away?

Crazy people don't know they're crazy
Or at least they aren't meant to know
I can only speculate if this is true or not
But that's how the cliche goes

But then I started thinking
Maybe it'

Hunchback"Hunchback"

So much that I've done wrong
Always believing it's bad to be me
That I'll never amount to anything
Despite what I've already achieved

So much I can't control
No matter what cards I'm dealt
If I'm a product of my environment
Then why do I blame myself?

So much negativity
Was throw in my direction
It's no wonder I frown
On my unworthy reflection

So what if I've made mistakes?
That only shows I'm imperfect
Show me one human who's divine
And I'll shake his hand with respect

Still when darkness falls
And I sit here in the cold
i know I could do so much better
I know I can be so much more

One day, I'll show them
Everyone who laugh

Tick-Tock"Tick-Tock"

Tick-tock
The clock struck five
Another minute passed
Time controls our lives

Can I turn back the dials?
No one has to know
I'm just so very tired
Watching the time go
The clock doesn't care
An objects mocks our hearts
Numbers arranged in a circle
Could be wrong from the start

Tick-tock
Hours passing by
There's nowhere you can hide
Before it's time to die

Can I wake up?
Maybe it's a dream
Can I turn the hourglass around
And then go back to sleep?
The sand drips like water
Flowing freely in a space
Reminding sons and daughters
One day they'll be erased

Tick-tock
This noise is in my head
Not much longer now
I don't want to leav

Morning Light“Morning Light”

These hills that I’ve traversed
Within each and every verse
Have led me to believe
In all the things I see
And where I am right now
I could never imagine how
I have gotten myself to stand
On my own two feet again

I thought I could never dream
Or at least in what I mean
Or maybe this is fake
And these thoughts I can not shake
So sad and unaware
Bad thoughts are always there
Floating in my head
Taunting me instead

I don’t want to be naïve
And believe in what I see
But this thing called pressure
Is more than I can measure
Anxiety never disappears
Even though the ones I fear
Have finally gone away
I st

Complexities"Complexities"

What kind of father throws his own son
Out into the unknown to wander alone?
A father who if he didn't think his son could make it
Would not have sent him out there to roam

What kind of daughter hides secrets
From the kindness of her mother's care?
The kind who wants to protect her mother
And instead turns to God for prayer

What kind of son walks around
Concealing drugs in his backpack?
A son who doesn't want to see
His father resorting to that

What kind of annoying brother
Gives his sister's boyfriend a hard time?
One who doesn't want to see her hurt
Because love can sometimes blind

What kind of best friend hurts you
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Flower Power

by =BleedTheDream180, Oct 17, 2012, 2:44:54 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

"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 flower
Tell me of your woes
Let me know about your travels
All your highs and lows

In the darkest nights
Or during lonely hours
My flower is a sign
That darkness can't devour
My latest hopes and dreams
For I am gaining power
And as long as I'm alive
So too will be this flower

So carry me, my empowered flower
Carry me up those hills
Show the world your massive strength
Show them all you will
Protect me, my beloved flower
And I will have you still
If you keep me in your heart
You will not be killed

Flower Powerby =BleedTheDream180

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Another poem I wrote

Critique by ~LuvThemHungerGames Nov 1, 2012, 6:58:38 PM

Hello again

Thanks for inviting me to critique yet another one of your beautiful pieces.

I shall start out with how well that this poem flowed. Your rhyme scheme seemed nearly random, but your pentameter gave life to this poem.

The imagery and diction combined made quiet an extrodinarily tasteful voice. I wished to devour more with my senses. I could imagine the elderly man protecting his flower, and the bravery of the flower as it bends in the breeze. However, may I ask what you meant by "protect me, my beloved flower...?" How can such a brave little object protect a full grown man? Either way, this shows the strong bond between the man and his flower. it is quiet a calming picture to envision. A lone, elderly man stooped over protecting delicate flower just as lonely. The sun lighting up the man's hair like silver, and illuminating the almost tangible sould of the flower. Out of curiousity, what kind of flower did you envision when you wrote this poem? I thought of a bright yellow daisy.

I do conquer with one of your commenters when they said this was a very professional piece

I also hope that you will be recognized before you die. What you do should be notice.

Thanks again, and keep on writting.

May the odds be ever in your favor.
LuvThemHungerGames

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Critique by =DevonEaton Oct 17, 2012, 12:32:27 PM

Really good work here. Your rhyme scheme is consistent and sounds great. There are a few places where the syllable count is a bit stretched and the reader has to adjust their pace to save the flow, but I'm glad you chose not to sacrifice content for the sake of a cleaner rhyme. I've seen that done a lot and it has almost always been a mistake. I'm impressed by the extent of your metaphor here. Not only did you manage to keep it moving and growing throughout the piece, but somehow you managed to convey exactly what the metaphor was representing without expressly saying it. Don't be discouraged by my rating on your impact either. That's simply because this isn't really a transgressive piece so there isn't really anything to impact. Impressive work all around.

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~6-9Changeling Oct 21, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

These poems seem so professional; I should be reading these in English class! Your poems seem to hold so much meaning and emotion, its incredible.

=BleedTheDream180 Oct 21, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

haha maybe one day when i'm dead my stuff will be read in an english class. a lot of great writers/poets had their stuff discovered AFTER they died xD

~6-9Changeling Oct 21, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Well that's quite sad, I certainly hope it doesn't end up that way for you!

~slowlysailing Oct 21, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

^{This is lovely and very well written. I love the rhyme
sequence and the fact it was every other rhyme. I think an
AB sequence would have been too much here. The metaphor
is spot on and you really describe it in a good but unusual way.
However, there is one things that I notice that throws me off
pace when reading this poem. Two things actually. One of them
I loved and the other bothered me a bit. In your stanzas, every
even line rhymes with the next, but you made all the even lines
in every stanza rhyme which I adore. For example, breeze,
trees, knees, bees. Although your second stanza is the only
one to not follow this pattern with blow, go, scent, circumvent.
If more than one stanza broke the rhyme, I would be okay with it.
The second thing to throw me off piece was the fourth stanza, but
I loved the change in piece. The lines become shorter all of the sudden
and causes the reader to change pace on that stanza in particular.
It builds the climax for your final words, and it is quite lovely. All in
all, great poem.

`LOL (comment credited to #LOVE-Original-LIT)}

=BleedTheDream180 Oct 21, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

i know what you mean. that frustrated me too. i didnt even realize until after i read the poem. its like the rhyme scheme is consistent, but not ahhh
but anyway glad you liked it xD

~slowlysailing Oct 22, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

^{you're very welcome dear!
i can't wait to read more from you!}

~WoodpeckerDMW Oct 18, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Again, that was really beautiful.

It's another romance kind of thing, but I really fell for it ^-^ I love the way you make things rhyme; it's consistant, flowing, soft, and, yet again, romantic. Soothing, is another word I could use. Love it.

=BleedTheDream180 Oct 18, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

lol not everything i right is romantic, in fact a lot of my poems arent haha

~WoodpeckerDMW Oct 19, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Oh, I realized. It's just when you do you make it really good. ^-^

!AIR-IS-LIFE Oct 17, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

oh my... how I like it X3

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