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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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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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
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
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
This Old Soul"This Old Soul"

This old soul is an empty canvas in need of color
It's pale infrastructure lacks confidence and code
The barren wasteland that's inside my body
Is no different than that lonely road

You know, the one that nobody takes
The one that's covered with potholes and snakes
The road that leads to nowhere fast
Is where I find myself currently at

This old soul is a dark, empty cavern
That is uncharted on every map
While trying to locate myself
I fell into my horrid trap

If you were to try to examine it still
I can't be responsible for what you find
Like the images of crashing cars
I'd lose my grip or lose my mind

This old soul is th
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
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

And all the doves that fly
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
Together they stay friends

And all the ones that
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
Lost, Little Boy“Lost, Little Boy”

There exists a dazzling forest with glistening
Water flowing down the hill with listening
Ears as if to appear sound and protected
But I know the truth of which none have detected

These waterfalls are a collection of tears
That fall from the eyes over the years
And never dry out but always throughout
Sprinkle the flowers that strengthen and sprout

But this thick air has become too vague to see
Or to breathe or drive through these wounded trees
In which the bark in the dark without a doubt
Grows in arcs and sparks curiosity without
Any idea where to fathom or begin
To search for the missing child buried with
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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
The Tale Of Todd McHale"The Tale of Todd McHale"

Behold the tale of Todd McHale and how he unwillingly died

In a life full of strife that would make any grown man wince and cry

Todd McHale went to Yale where he flourished and he soared

But soon that life grew pale and stale and he nourished for something more

He once tried his hand at a rodeo stand where the fools tore him apart

He nearly died stuck on the horse's band he used as a tool to lead him so far

Under the golden sun armed with a rifle he enlisted in the marines

Soon what sounded fun became a stifle after he broke both his knees

A twisted fate would lead him intertwined with many wives to carry

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"Stronger"

How does it feel to be erased?
How does it feel to be replaced?
Consumed by your inborn hate
You've made your grave in a lonesome fate

How does it feel to feel nothing at all?
How does it feel to stumble and crawl?
Not such a nice feeling now, is it?
Others may deem you as quite pathetic

I don't need your filth, your shame, your lies
And I found in time I did survive
I'm stronger now because I don't allow
People to walk over or break me down somehow

I don't need your trust, your eyes, your games
And in the end it was really such a shame
But I refuse to relate to the same mistakes
I don't allow myself to ache or break

I feel stronger than a wild, untamed beast
That I recently hunted and made into a feast
I'm dancing over clouds that are trying to bring rain
I can be above them because I am free from all pain

And I look back to those nights where I cried in a sweat
Wondering if I'd be all right or stuck forever in debt
Hindsight is perfect; this saying is true
You'll realize things later you never thought you knew

But it's so hard to hold on when you're fixed in a place
Where everyday in the mirror you see the same face
But ambition is free; enthusiasm costs
Not a penny more than what you already lost

And this stronger state; hope it lasts for awhile
My lips they did hurt from a lackluster smile
I have a handle on things; I know who I love
And what's important to me; bestowed from above
I am content at the moment; I'm proud to be me
Even if others may not fully agree.

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Critique by !TheLunarDragon Feb 18, 2013, 2:52:12 PM
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Vision: 5/5

This sonnet was written extremely well, and I rather enjoyed it. You kept a single vision throughout the piece and didn't change course or making it confusing, which so many people do. My commendations friend.

Originality: 5/5

I always give a high rating in this category to those who I can tell truly write from the heart and soul... and when it comes from the heart and soul there can be nothing more original than that. Well done.

Technique: 5/5

I loved that you kept the stanzas clean and concise, and you didn't overburden this piece with disconnected metaphors... you used just enough metaphoric language to make it interesting without going overboard. Kudos!

Impact: 5/5

I always give a high rating in THIS category to pieces that can make me feel something, anything all really as long as it isn't boredom or disgust. In THIS case however, your piece managed to make me feel several different emotions almost changing with each stanza, and that's brilliant. My favorite stanza has to be the second one, as I feel the words in that stanza resonate with me and things I have experienced in my life. Well done. This piece was incredible!
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Critique by *syntaxerrorheart Feb 18, 2013, 2:30:46 PM
VISION: I think that the author's vision was to relay intense emotion and display the growth of the character. Certainly, the emotional part was fulfilled. The language is very direct and descriptive. I can feel the resentment in the beginning of the poem- I'd love to know more about the person to whom that emotion is directed. I can also track the growth of the character. I got the sense that at some point the character was hurt immensely and centered his/her life on another person who treated him/her. By the end of the poem the character is confident in who she/he is and makes personal choices that are right for him/her.

ORIGINALITY: The poem had aspects that were original. The stanza that got me to think about things in a new way was the second to last. I really loved the idea about a person being in a fixed place in their own identity. No matter how much you change, when you look in the mirror you are still the same person.

TECHNIQUE: The technique was consistent throughout the poem. I thought that some of the rhyming could have been less awkward. And, there are a few grammar errors throughout- just read it aloud and you'll catch them. Other than that, I really liked the way the poem flowed and the imagery.

IMPACT: This poem is brimming with emotion. I really felt like I was on a journey with the character- feeling exhilarated by his/her strength and saddened by the pain.

NOTE: Thanks for allowing me to critique this poem! Hopefully I can read more of your work soon :-)
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~Always-A-Day-Dreamer Mar 15, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I have so many of your poems to catch up on! I really love this poem! Yet another favorite to add to my collection!
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~voidaslan Feb 23, 2013
I think its safe to say that all of us feel that way every once in a while; so, its nothing to sneeze at when we see another person overcome and is all the 'Stronger' for it. Well done.
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~Avix215 Feb 23, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
This is brilliant! :)
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~Helix7 Feb 21, 2013
this describes my situation from a few years back almost to the key. it's wonderfully written by the way
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=BleedTheDream180 Feb 21, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
thank you. i'm glad you think so :)
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~Write-Then-Think Feb 20, 2013  Student Writer
Absolutely stunning!
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~AnythingObscure Feb 20, 2013
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~chancerox Feb 19, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
seriously beautiful :)
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Mood: Love ~gaarafan103 Feb 19, 2013
Beautiful work absolutely marvelous.^^
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=BleedTheDream180 Feb 19, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
thank you xDD
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