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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
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
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
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
Why I Write"Why I Write"

I tried to cover my darkest parts
With compound words and works of art
But no matter how much I change
My destiny will remain the same

Writing down elusive nightmares
Drawing monsters and evil to share
In the midst of the night during rain and hail
I found a way to release pain and exhale

I found a way so when I'm alone
To the eyes of others I can show
Hoping maybe to receive some compassion
For all the misery and woes that have happened

Isn't that why we paint?; isn't that why we write?
Trying to find solace in the air of the night
While others look on and may be amused
I continue confused; my soul has been bru
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
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
Maiden By The Bay“Maiden By The Bay”

Every now and then across the water at night
A lady can be seen dressed in long silky white
She dances along the water as elusive as a bird
Her beauty so astounding I can not put into words
Her movements so graceful they shift the moon’s release
On the gravity of the earth; every crevice and crease
If the world were to fall apart around her piece by piece
Her dancing would never cease but only increase

And I wait for every day to end so I can say
I have seen this great maiden by the bay

The flowers enveloping her sing in harmony with the bees
The trees bend their barks and their branches tease
The ne
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
The k
Fairy Tales"Fairy Tales"

At the end of the final chapter
Most stories end happily after
Enchanted evenings; dreams coming true
Believing in magic; it could happen to you

Fairy tales fuel our dormant fires
Romantic films quench our inner desires
Demons become friends; fun times never end
Must be nice to live in a realm of pretend

That's not how things work in the real world
The hero doesn't always win his girl
People pass away; buildings crumble and fall
Cinderella's mice in reality would be mauled

Teacups don't sing; at least none that I know
Carpets can't glide through the wind's blow
Crabs do not dance; that is really absurd
Animals can't talk; at
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
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
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
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
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You Can Be A Poet“You Can Be A Poet”

I guarantee everyone is a poet
But I am willing to bet not many know it
Forming a poem is a simple task
Just string words on paper that seem to mask
Your hidden feelings on a certain subject
Or how you wish this world could be perfect

Not all poems have to be deep in meaning
And indeed even the simplest poems can be quite deceiving
This poem for example exists
Without any misdirection or twists
The focus of this poem is to provide
A helpful little guide
On how to write the absolute best
And bring out the skills everyone does possess

Poems work to magnificent avail
If one decides to retell a tale
Poems allow
Maiden By The Bay“Maiden By The Bay”

Every now and then across the water at night
A lady can be seen dressed in long silky white
She dances along the water as elusive as a bird
Her beauty so astounding I can not put into words
Her movements so graceful they shift the moon’s release
On the gravity of the earth; every crevice and crease
If the world were to fall apart around her piece by piece
Her dancing would never cease but only increase

And I wait for every day to end so I can say
I have seen this great maiden by the bay

The flowers enveloping her sing in harmony with the bees
The trees bend their barks and their branches tease
The ne
Darkest Nights"Darkest Nights"

I'm looking out the window
Through the blinds and the shades
Waiting patiently for your return
But you won't be coming home today

Meanwhile these shadows
Continue haunting me
They've tried to snatch my soul
And bury it in the deep

Because the sun has gone down
This room has grown black
But it seems darker than normal
I want the light to come back

In fact this room is so dark
My body is starting to tremble
The shadows are reaching out
My nerves may disassemble

The absence of light
Enhances the echos of sound
I'm finding strength in silence
As I sink into the ground

So instead I close my eyes
Pretending I'm not here
Or r
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
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
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

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Freeze Frame

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"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 greet

Waiting for me was a surprise when I turned around
The most beautiful eyes playfully shoved me to the ground
My jacket covered in snow was completely soaked
But I laughed along because I knew it was only a joke
Soon after I had made up my mind
That we should walk together and leave our shadows behind
And so through the glowing city streets we walked side by side
Laughing and holding hands forever in my mind
Even above the city lights the stars continued to shine
A picture perfect moment suspended in time
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A simple, sweet poem to begin the new year.
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Critique by ~rayoung Jan 5, 2013, 10:20:20 PM
Once again, great poem(story)! Your description of the city and snow was very good and detailed. The originality on this story felt a little deja vu-ish for me(I read a lot though). Your word choice in some places could of flowed more smoothly, I felt some places were awkwardly phrased. Also, I noticed in some lines you rhyme and others you don't so the pace at which it is made it is not consistent. The impact I got in this one was not what I got from some of your other stories. This story was less relating it felt like. Overall, it was OK but I think it could be improved.
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Critique by ~diarynaruto21 Jan 3, 2013, 5:03:12 AM
This poem is imaginative and has depth meaning to be figured out by people who appreciates it. I like how you beautifully executed the words to its rightfully place and I end up imagining and grinning at the same time. I've read many artworks just like this but you pulled it off just right. As soon as I read the first two lines, my interest was into it and can't stop reading until I really know what you're really trying to say. (Take note: I loved how you emphasized the orange streetlights, I was reading a novel just about it now ;) ) Overall, it's a masterpiece to be proud of. Good work!
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~lucyjewel Feb 2, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Wow. I love this! I love staring down at cities when the moon is up. It is the most glorious sight ever! It somewhat relaxes me. I find it quite romantic :p
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=BleedTheDream180 Feb 2, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
i agree 1000%
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~lucyjewel Feb 2, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Haha 1000% me too lol
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~jtcheney Jan 14, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
a beautiful still-frame of your mind. Very good poem.
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~Ihitha Jan 6, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Fantastic poem, as always :) You've captured the scene really well, lovely! Thanks for sharing your poetry!
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~maqliqh Jan 6, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
...but -what? like I'm a camera? I can't even begin to -nor probably should I- to tell you how 'annoyed' this made me. A -image...it's not even that it's 'so' superficial - there's no picture, every morning I would see that face it was like seeing for the first time - I cannot ever describe the wave of rocketship-rush to see those eyes smiling back at me... a -picture! If anything, you've taken a jagged rusted blade to a covered canvas. Simple, sweet. Why not throw in sugar and spice, hmm? ...the Force, surrounds us, protects us. Life, makes it grow...
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~KodokuNoNana Jan 4, 2013   General Artist
Wonderful work! :)
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~TiaPrincessNews Jan 3, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
This is soothing
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~motimo Jan 3, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
love it!
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