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Hold On"Hold On"

Come on, kid
Please don't disappear
We have a better place for you
That's far away from here

You have to get better
We always wanted a son
Let the medicine run it's course
This battle is not yet won

I know you're not breathing
The doctors told me why
They told me you're not leaving
And maybe you could die

There are plenty who love you
Waiting at our home
Mommy fixed your crib
This bed is not a throne

This is the third time I've been
In a hospital this year
The others didn't go well
I lost many who were dear

I ran away to find myself
Because I was once lost
I needed to see what was important
Paths were so criss-crossed

But I'v

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

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

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

Star Shine"Star Shine"

The moon is rising once again
And here you are, my dear best friend
Take my hand and feel my grace
Let's make haste and leave no trace

In this gentle night of calm
Place your hand onto my arms
Through the trees there is this space
Heaven watches; we embrace

Feel the passion; just imagine
All the good things that can happen
Like a dream, I'll paint the scene
As we follow star shine's beam

Let's keep walking; always talking
Ignore the shadows haunt and stalking
I'm not complaining that it's raining
The scene is stunning like a painting

Don't look back onto your past
Leave it like a ripped up rag
Eyes are focused on this time
T

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
Or

Clowns"Clowns"

There was one time when I was a kid
I hid in the circus at the age of six
Because all I remember is him following me around
A creepy clown with an upside-down frown

To say the least; this clown was not funny
It's more amusing watching bees make honey
With his stupid flower; he squirted my eyes
He made a little boy sad; oh God why?

With his big shoes; he invaded my bubble
I swear this clown was nothing but trouble
He failed at making those animal balloons
He wrapped himself up; what a buffoon!

Watching him juggle was really a bore
He dropped all the balls right on the floor
Then on his unicycle he kept spinning around
And circling

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

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

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

Johnny Boy"Johnny Boy"

Little Johnny sits on his wooden doorstep everyday isolated
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

Long Way Home"Long Way Home"

You wouldn't know this
But when I'm lost
I run away from myself to a place where for just one minute
I can find a piece of momentary bliss
And gain an eye-fill of how small my soul is
In comparison to the galaxies at hand.

Surrounded by petals and fireflies,
I gaze up and find beauty in the constellations
As the cool, night air helps me breathe inward.
If you could maintain the image of the constellation
That I find the most happiness in gazing at,
Then you would know nothing
Of the exquisite beauty your existence personifies
And radiates in the framework of my mind.
And for that very millisecond,
As small as a spec as I a

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

Drip, Drop, Drip"Drip, Drop, Drip"

I felt a warm feeling run down my arm
But truth behold the pain was gone
I saw blood dripping on the floor
I watched it drip and drip some more

How it happened; I don't know
But the drip was dripping slow
It might have seemed like such a bore
But I watched it drip some more

I watched the blood leave a trail
Down the drawer and on the mail
The trail now leaked under doors
Drip by drip, it dripped some more

The noise it made was pitter-patter
On the tiles spilt and splattered
To clean this up is such a chore
So I watched it drip some more

My head tilted and pictured eyes
Eyes like mine so young and wise
Disgusted by this

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

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Separated"Separated"

Outside on my porch I sat with such delight

Content with believing it was going to be another ordinary night

I reached in my pocket and clenched the shiny, cool metal

A feeling of slick texture caused my heart then to settle

I did not welcome the raindrops on my apparel's damask

Nor was I appreciative of my silver, empty flask

Suddenly brighter than aircraft lights I saw the cars collide

An icon blinding my eyes and stealing my sight

I saw a rugged body abused; struggling for air

But I gazed on and overlooked the body trapped there

The leeches were at his throat as he laid there feeling faint

And I watched on as they c

Asylum"Asylum"

He awoke in a bed during the darkest of eve

Surrounded by the prettiest walls he ever did see

Four corners perfectly angled at ninety degrees

With latches on windows for one's own safety

How he arrived in this position he could not recall

But the whitest of white radiated from these walls

And suicide is something that is not mentioned here

For fear those will not adhere their warnings' sneers

From across the hall he heard the sounds of anguish

By another man who had been subdued and languished

People screaming and running down the halls can be seen

Like children who were given obscene doses of caffeine

Women tearing shad

Stalemate"Stalemate"

This will only take but a moment of your time

These feelings that persist; the ones that are mine

So appreciate every word that exists in this rhyme

Because I miss the taste of your lips onto mine

And though our lives both still continue on

I can not believe how sometimes you are gone

And even though I know I was never in the wrong

Our beats now march to a different drum and song

I miss the way you'd turn skies once grey

Into shards of color to brighten my days

And every color from every rainbow that would glow

Meant more to me than you could ever know

I miss the charm that caused no harm

When I held you in my heart

Phantasmagoria"Phantasmagoria"

Oh wonderful night how much I love thee so

Your moonlight overflows the coast with an illustrious glow

Dance all you raindrops on my fragile window panes

Oh vanquish the morning and dear erase my name

Sell yourself to those creatures that wander the night

They are not as demented once you have seen the light

I myself sold my soul such a long time ago

But you would never know unless this poem told you so

A ferryman cloaked in shadow once brought me across

A lake glossing over with mermaids and moss

It was there and then that the price I exchanged

For his long-ranged service that seemed normally strange

Was a one w

Blowtorch"Blowtorch"

Stabbed in the heart in tomorrow's disdain

This is what it feels like to feel the truest of pain

For not the physical because old wounds can recover

But the emotional scars are those that persistently hover

Dilemmas that eat at your heart and soul everyday

Problems we convince ourselves but never go away

Allow me to simulate one of many that I face

That has disgraced the space in which I lay waste

The bastard intruder who stole life from my hands

A wicked, gluttonous, wretched man

Cloaked in black and his mouth with foam

The Devil's creation he calls his very own

We were raised together under our family tree

And yet

Unchecked"Unchecked"

I have swam naked across the Arctic sea

I have withstood the stinging pain of a hundred bees

I looked at a deadly tornado directly in its eye

In fact I have survived death at least a dozen times

I beat up the lion who is king of the jungle

And dove into a snake pit ready to rumble

I have dodged the lightning, hail, and the rain

I once jumped directly through a hoop of vibrant flames

I have stolen the holy grail while dodging boulders

I once grazed an oncoming train with my shoulder

I have multiple times withstood sharp bullet wounds

In fact I once subdued bank robbers to their very doom

I wrestled a bear once down to

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Stay Young

by =BleedTheDream180, Feb 25, 2013, 10:41:11 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

"Stay Young"

Remember when the only thing to do in the morning
Was lay in bed and watch cartoons?
Nothing else then seemed important
And we didn't get out of bed until noon.

Remember when after school every day
We would play tag in the park?
We couldn't be told what to say
And we'd run around like fools until dark

But now that we've become older
Making transitions to new frames of mind
Life is weighing down like boulders
And things suddenly aren't as fine

We can't help but think; we can't help but worry
Some say life will just begin
But it seems no matter how fast we hurry
We're in a race we just can't win

We're in a tunnel that has no light
We're in a boat that's full of holes
Unprepared and expected to fight
We're thrown out into the world

We were sheltered as kids; well most of us were
Inside our brick houses and picket fences
But now trying to make sense of these blurs
Has ruined most of what's left of my senses

If I knew then what I knew now
I would have found a way to stay a child
For they are the lucky ones endowed
With the ability to always smile

So naive and so innocent
I'm envious of what I've lost
Through numerous trials and incidents
Our souls are what cost

Stay Youngby =BleedTheDream180

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

Another poem I wrote

Critique by ~Kritone Feb 26, 2013, 6:47:56 PM

. . .Being in highschool, I have yet to see the terrors of the world. I have heard the storys and I am not going to act like I'm prepared for anything.
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Anyway, needless to say I stick out for thinking too deep, and I think that if you look at each day as a new one, insted of an old, it's a little brighter than "another day." People these days are in too much of a rush for kids to grow up, it should be the other way around. Trying to hang on to the newness of looking through a childs eyes is very important no matter how old you may be. Be it 16 or 27 or 36 or even 79, try to look for somthing new everyday.

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Critique by ~Michel-le-fou Feb 25, 2013, 8:19:06 PM

As a note, the standard critique should only address the work itself;' so here is my assessment. There is an indirect narrative touch to this poem that could work as a narrative, and a feel of spoken word that could classify it that way too. That made for easier reading. The tone of the poem is a reminiscence of childhood and a contrast with adulthood. The rhyme decries a relatively standard format but the length and structure are more towards free verse. [Blank verse is unrhymed]. The rhyme was of course well-conceived. The details were vivid and telling*, and I do prefer to show rather than to tell. Well-done.

*gripping and descriptive.

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~SummerSwan Apr 2, 2013

Good jobbbbbbbbbbb. I was just thinking of this whole topic yesterday. And I'm still young ._. It is depressing.

=BleedTheDream180 Apr 2, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

lol awww

~Razzputen Mar 20, 2013

I like your theme, and its well layed out in the order its experienced, specially the part where your lifes spose to just begin at some point, but it doesnt just happen one day. You always feel like the bars moving forward, and it will never just start.