Make me..

Patronize me,
Tell me just how useless i am because of my differences,
tear away what ever is left that anyone would consider individual.
Make me a carbon copy by applying stereotype or explanation.
Make me who i am, like i am everyone else,
I am not anyone else.

Criticize me,
Tell me how imperfect i am,
How little i do for the world,
How stupid i am.
Tell me that i'm the worst whose walked.
Have i hurt anybody?
If i have then make me who i despise,
I Love Being Me.

Tell lies to me,
Make me think what you've always hoped,
Bring your ego to the forefront, Vanity close behind,
hidden behind only a thin veil of smug happiness.
You've beaten me, i have no reply,
but i have so much to say.

Cry to me,
Tell me your sorrow,
expecting sympathetic recognition.
For your out of ammunition,
You're head without cognition.
Make me a shoulder to cry on, But i'll never support you.

I want to Know...

You put a dog in the desert he starves,
you put a mouse in the ocean she drowns.
Yet we put people, of all kinds in one place.
Trying stubbornly for the way to make them the same,
though what is truly equal in sameness?
Is it more equal than stereotypical slurs,
spat from the mouths of racist, sexist, phobics.
I want to know, if we all integrate, can we be equal,
or would we constantly seek to be different.
I want to know, if women are equal,
why are they seen as smarter, superior, maniacal,
When men are supposedly simple and foolish.
And why this could possibly put us on different scales.
I want to know why a man of different belief has to fight to be the same,
is it spite, a common need or envy.
I want to know why equality is being the same,
instead of understood difference.
I want to know why i care so much, why it eats at my heart and mind,
why people cannot be equal, no matter what we do.

I Am Me

I am Not Yellow,
I am Not Blue,
I am Not mellow,
I am Not You,
I am Green.
I am Me.
I hope you are to :]

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This poem means everything to me, Please Comment

The Cleansing Fire

Breathing fire
upon the world.
Bending pages, rending lives,
tearing souls from their resting places.
Breathing Fire.

Playing with Fire,
a dangerous decent into a kingdom of unhappiness.
A place where you lose yourself
and everything you thought you cared about
But you never did, because if you did, you really wouldn't be
Playing with Fire.

Engulfed in Flame,
a game you never chose to enter,
one to which you were never invited,
But you're there, forever.
In this Neverending game
Endlessly,
Engulfed in Flame.

Bleeding fire,
it runs in your veins, resembles your hair
its just always there.
You Bleed it, you seethe it,
it follows you wherever you run.
It taunts you, in its darkest form it flaunts to you
the most orange of flames reminiscent in every vision of yourself.
No matter what you do you're very image will forever be,
Bleeding Fire.

Cleansing fire,
its supposed to cure all that ails you
but instead it simply fails too.
Like all other things it just makes you feel darker
weak, limp, afraid..
The Fire is forever you're greatest fear,
because it reminds you of all you wish was not there,
the world that hides behind the veil you keep so tightly drawn about yourself
and the world that hides so neatly behind the veil sealed forever by one final power,
The Cleansing Fire.

God doesn't hide behind the heavens, if he exists at all he is with us
he is not quiet, he is not simple, he is not merciful
he is taut, and strict, he is justice,
he is Fire. He is Death. He is Life, He is resurrection. The beginning, the end.
But he is not I, he is not the living, nor is he the dead,
he simply watches, waits and eventually.. claims us.
He is the in-between, the one who seeks and finds, but never lives and never dies,
He is;
Cleansing Fire, Bleeding Fire, Engulfed in Flame, he plays with fire and Breathes Fire upon us.

And we are the ashes and the timber,
we await his touch, as logs awaiting the caressing flame of a fireplace
and once he finds us, we fall apart, we cripple, we end..
We are Ashes, we are what he has touched.. if he exists at all..
and i think he does.. just not as you hope he would be.

As Long as you Love

I am A Frog, far from a prince
but your kiss makes me believe otherwise
you bring my heart beating in a distinguished disguise.

I am A Frog, nowhere near a lord
But your love makes me think in other ways
bringing my smile stretching for many coming days.

I am a frog, and you are the princess
your infatuation a pure confusion to me
But i'll never leave you, though thou dost be a fool
to believe that i could be more than a fly catching tool.

As long as you Love, i will feel like a prince
able to rise forth on every coming sunrise
smiling sweetly in my regal guise.

As long as you love, i will rise as a lord
a heart as strong and courageous as a lions roar
a Life much greater than ever Before.
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i Love You :)

Secret Light

Bleeding moonlight, seeping deep
dripping quietly from nighttime pores as we sleep
A thousand rays of unnamed light
Fall when our eyes cannot hold sight.
But when we wake our rest is done
the light, still hidden, is finally gone.

Teasing and taunting us while we cannot know
as we wonder hopelessly how it would show
how it would shine its vision to our eyes,
beckoning with a glorious surprise.

How can we even know it exists?
A secret light, draped heavily in mists.
How could we even trust the ideas its brought?
When for it so many wars have been fought.

Simple fact, it isn't there
its a lie to bring our existence a fear.
Not all will renounce the non-existent light,
for to do so would cause the dependent mind a fright,
an agony unheard of rational minds
to take away such belief would far from be kind.

Let sleep exist for those who believe
those who in that darkness weave
the tales so fabled and yet untrue
what pain could it bring to you?

The Lump in my throat

A lump in my throat, lays there for you
i wish i could be there, calm your sadness, still your tears
Put back the pieces with superglue
Push back all of your fears.

A Lump in my throat, cuz things haven't been right
You deserve a lot more than this, than the cards you've been dealt
i wish i could stand by you in your battles, help you fight
so i could just know that my efforts have helped

Just a tiny bit..

The Lump in my throat is foreign to me
usually i'd just sit here and cry
i wish i could comfort you, somehow.. maybe?
But instead i have to sit here, on the other side of the world,
as you die on the inside.
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To Bekki

The masked stares upon a raven in a rainy sky

The Raven Named Ryan
Soars woefully through the sky
Depressed and feels like crying
But he's too afraid to die.

The rain of Bex
Falls mournfully from the sky
Grabbing to anything, a continuous annex
When shes too afraid to die.

The mask of Chels
Staring hopefully toward the sky
While many people pass, to her there is nobody else
And shes not afraid to die.

Pain tears through all of us, but we constantly prevail
The world a violent master
But never do we fail
in delivering our duties, protecting our lives
Join us together so we may finally be satisfied.
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ohh myy :P Boredom does bring good things too.. right? i hope..?
and VERY long titles :P

My Rose :)

My rose, how you grow
Thorns jutting humbly outward
petals in such delicate rows

Never leave me
Never whither
Grow in my garden
stay and be
everything you deserve.

My rose, you smell so sweet
your aroma enticing
calling me to your firmly rooted home
always inviting

Never leave me
Never whither
Grow in my garden
stay and be
everything you can.

My rose, dont use your thorns
i just want to be next to you
i want to admire every petal
and never notice what others think is wrong.

Never leave me
Never whither
Grow in my garden
stay and be
anything you want.

My Rose, please dont leave me
Never fall to natures cruel cycle
Never Whither
Never Falter
Just stay with me and spread your beauty forever :)
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i Love You

The Hill

Towing his luggage up a Steep, sloping hill
he sniffs out the scent of a fresh gutted kill
with such a grim smell stinging his nose
he stood very still, unmoving, he froze.

The bushes, they rustled, not far away
as the sky was losing the last hint of day.
The traveler, he sprinted, trying the run
and drew from his belt an old rusty gun.

He hoped, prayed to god, that the weapon was loaded
as everything within him surely exploded
with a fear so intense he could hardly stand
while his legs tried to move at his crazed mind's demand.

As he stood at the top of the hill
he turned to find that the whole world was still.
The fresh stench of death still held the air
but to the traveler the world was finally fair
and empty and peaceful and lonely
But he was not alone, far from the only
soul on the hill.
The other slunk silently, hoping to kill,
this easy and foolish prey.
Blood was to be spilled today.

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Personally i hate this poem.. but i finished it nonetheless.. PLEASE comment

Busy

The snow fell in a divine light today
its something i'd wish to show you
but rare as it is, busy you are
its something you cannot go to.

The ice separated in a wondrous crack
its something that i'd love you to hear
but rare as it is, and busy you are
it'll have to wait for another year.

The world holds a great bounty of beauties,
you yourself hold a place among them,
of course you'll never see every one that comes to my eyes
but i wish you could.

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Don't misinterpret these poems, i don't mind that you're busy, that i can easily handle. Its just when something seemingly one of a kind comes along and you're not there.. it feels sorta empty. Like the wonder of the moment has been wasted :P

and yes, I know i'm weird.

Only One

Watch the snow dance in the sunlight
illuminating every virtue
the picturesque white of every flake
mirroring my thoughts of you.

How you dance through my mind
constantly, accidentally, eluding my vision
as i crave for your beauty, unique and divine
our eyes endure a painful fission.

I'll be here until your done
no matter how many days we spent apart
you're simply the only one.

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Just a little bit of assurance to a certain special person in my life who has been pretty busy lately :P I can wait, I'll always crave you here, always thirst for your presence, but I can wait. :)

12am

9:45 and all was well
the little boy was far from hell.
He pranced around so free from thought
and to all others his ills were forgot.

10:30 and all was fine
the lonely boy was far from dying.
The light inside still burning brightly,
malicious intentions held only slightly.

11:15 and things got worse
death danced around like a demonic curse.
The boy lost his kindness and every friend,
along with the fear he'd held of life's end.

12am the sky ran red
the boy, now older, lay cold and dead
a knife clenched tight between his fist
with long red tracks along his wrist.

Home is where the heart is

Home is where the heart is,
and with you i'm never astray.
If Home is where the heart is,
why, at my house, is my heart far away?

Home is where the heart is,
with you i'm always there.
So if Home is where the heart is,
why am I comfortable no matter where?

Because You're there.

Home is where the heart is,
for you its always beating,
so i can follow the steady drone,
follow surety's reading,
All the way to the only place i can truly call Home.

Wherever you are.

As it is

I made a joke today
That the world was perfect as it was
and nobody knew the difference.

I just forgot it
It was just fine
As it was.

Being sarcastic today
when i said that everything was fine
but you smiled, and agreed.

So I left it
As it was

I was kidding today,
told you nothing bad could happen
and you kissed me..

But that was a lie?
So I left it
As it was.

My friend was dying today
I told him he'd be fine, he'd push through.
But he died.

I never said goodbye.
How can i leave it,
As it is?

Bored

Weird Rhyme scheme but i love the poem :P
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Bored To Death, Bored to Tears.
Suffocating in life's nothingness.
Its been so long, seems like years
Since the world was so much more than how its dressed.

Bored out of my mind.
Been waiting so long
But this isn't the time.
To swim along in that freedom, divine.

Bored out of my skull
faced with a life so dull

Why dont you put me out of my misery
Take away the trivialities
Bring back what meant most to me
Just come around, kill the Boredom, set me free
And i'll be yours for Eternity.

Following Music

A Language unheard but never Confused
A Love long cherished but never Used
A Song so simple and wonderful and Sweet
A Bite so final, but never with Teeth.

We All Follow Music
Because The Music in us.
We All Follow Music
Because Music Began us.
We All Follow Music
Because the Music Follows Us.

A Tune Unforgotten but also Unheard
A Book Unwritten but the Secrets are Learned
A Lyric Imprinted, Never to be Forgotten
A Chorus Dancing through the Waves of your Head
Not a Single Beautiful Melody Laying Dead.

We All Follow Music
Because the Music Defines Us
We All Follow Music
Because the Music Inclines us
We all Follow Music
So the Music Will Follow Us

Superglue

Smiling for Miles,
whenever i'm around you.
Cant stay away,
cause i'm stuck with some weird kinda superglue.

Laughing like a tard,
whenever i talk to you.
Wont walk away,
cause i'm stuck with some strange sorta superglue.

Fed a million kinds of Cheese,
as i dish out the same for you.
Marveling in why you'd stay,
are you stuck with the same type of superglue?

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hahahaha wow.. another personal piece.. :P

Preying on a Poet

A seductress follows, her charms thrown around, dancing as if airless.
Her ideal is to make the hearts of the loving foolish and careless.
Following without Mercy, never leaving when asked.
Fuck off sweet seductress, it is to love not shallowness i am tasked.

A Seductress, easily jealous, when her flawless charms seem weak,
Soon rips a wound in her target, with an effort less than meek.
But her prey never weakens though secrets have been told
The Poet just keeps walking, a pace no less than bold.

The Secrets spilled out everywhere spewing from the prey
and in that fashion did it continue for many following days.
But the Poet simply kept about his pace
knowing nothing more revolting than the beauty of her face.

And when the day comes that the seduction is finally done
the mind of the bold, undaunted poets shall be taunted and overrun.
For the secrets that fell as the seductress did attack
are now, more than ever, weighing heavy on his back.

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Based on a Nightmare

Up the Creek

Up the Creek without a paddle
facing rapids rushing swift
raging currents hoping to meddle
and cause in my life some empty rift.

Up the Creek without a paddle
abandoned by what i needed most.
Of blame i daren't dabble
when i've lost the support i've needed most.

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C'mon Sil, C'mon Allie, C'mon anybody
theres something i need to say
that may not last the end of tomorro
i've known this many days
but had no advice to borrow.
C'mon somebody