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Zigzag
A short simple poem I made,not much to say about it,except that I'm sure just about anyone can get the meaning behind it,I hope you like it.
Can't say I'm proud of it,it's rather lacking and really short,I hope I can come up with a better one next time.
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thoughts thoughts endless plots
confusing matters and creativity droughts
What to do with my time?
self improve or just resign?
Flustered flustered,confusion I've mustered
No plan of mine ever succeeds to luster!
Walk in circles walk in circles
what's the use for my bundles?
I have the tools I have the time
Why can't I get anything primed?!
lack of motive lack of votive
pencils down the time is up!
nothing is achieved it's just a stump!
Think less and do more
because of over thinking it was all a bore!
just stop knocking and open the door!
Put to use what you already have of lore.
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10 months after posting this I notice a grammar error right at the last line,How did I not find that until now?! >:(.
the line with the error:"Put to use what you already have of lore"
It was before "but to use what you already have of lore" ruining the whole thing at the very end,I should be more attentive when posting in the future XD.
Revelation
A poem made from the inspiration of a certain event,Can't tell you much more about it sorry XD,You know the drill,I hope you like it,and any feedback you can offer will be greatly appreciated,And if you have any questions please do ask,I will be glad to answer your questions.
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It was a moment of shock and a moment of surprise
I felt like a champion receiving his awaited prize
This world I hated so much,and all the things I despise
All the fake smiles and gestures,in this life all you need is a good disguise
A proud long path that keeps growing thinner with time
My iron steps begin to limb,the more I witness of death and crime
My sole proud path separates into hundreds of distorted lines
Curving breaking roads into the unknown,a vast field riddled with signs
Every action I do is doubtful,everything I say is a mouthful
My sense of right and wrong is twisted,My way of thought is insisted
I lose sight of myself and soon forget what emotions I once consisted
What's this? a stranger straddling a sole road in the distance
the stranger curiously waddles over to me"are you in need of assistance?"
The gesture he presents seems honest,the way he talks is modest
He takes my hand and invites me to walk on his path for a while
I instantly agree,anything to escape my binding tiles
My spirits are lifted,my sadness has drifted,my mood has shifted,
The stranger speaks words of comfort,words of compassion
The stranger speaks in fortitude and in a fiery passion
Words I thought were legends,words that i thought were only muttered in heavens
My dying fire is fueled,the chill in my soul is expelled
the pain in my heart starts to lessen,to him I held no confession
My hope is renewed,his words only compassion and sympathy include
"It's time for me to go" the stranger beckons a light in the shadows
I thank the stranger,and bid farewell,what will happen next
Only time will tell.
The shallowing
A poem requested by a friend of mine,He wanted it to be dark (figures) and I didn't want to turn them down,I am starting to really hate writing dark and sad poetry..Welp! you know the drill,I hope you find it of interest and any feedback you can give will be greatly appreciated.
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The black cherry blossom leaves fall to the ground
As the once blossoming tree within me loses it's brown
A grey husk cracked to the core,no matter how hard I try to endure
My life will never return to how it was before
Feigning smiles in the face of danger.
"Let's see what life has for me in store"
The cycle never breaks,A cycle forged by my own mistakes
A fair chance I was never given
But a sheer glance is all I beckon
A glance on the other side of my Miserable prison
The life I never had,The friends I never gained
My innocent heart shall forever be stained
This life has taken it's toll,Rendering my every dream and hope Null
Everything new I try feels Dull
The scars of the past,Engraved into my very skull
Nothing feels worth the effort,I feel like I'm planting roses in a desert
It feels like it's been ages,The world around me darkens as I keep turning the pages
It's all the same,It's all in vain,All my struggles and all my pain.
What am I possibly hoping to gain?
There are no flowers left alive when it starts to rain
Are you somewhere out there or are you not?
How long do I have to wait here and rot?
Clinging to hope tied by a simple knot
It's only a matter of time before I fall
I don't know for how much longer I can stall
I have no hero of my own that I can call
This the beginning of the end
This is where time stops to bend.
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Let's talk a bit about background shall we?
If you read this while listening to certain piano music and actually trying to imagine the word in your head,It's quite the experience (according to a certain individual).
The first line tells about black cherry blossom leaves,of course the cherry blossom trees are a kind and rich sight to the eye,My favorite tree actually,So here we compare the heart of the individual in the story to a cherry blossom tree that lost it's color and began to wither away.
The character also speaks of struggles and scars of the past,It's sad how these things are so common these days,The character talks also of a great sadness,not being able to achieve their dreams,And anything new tried,any hobbies,any jobs,any new activity,feels dull and unworthy of his/her time.
To the line of,"there are no flowers left when it starts to rain",the character's take here,is even if good fortune would reach him/her,it would already be too late to achieve that certain goal,And he/her are left with nothing but the words "only if" Causing even more agony than would have resulted,had "late salvation" had not arrived at all.
For a line or three the character pleads to "someone" out there,"are you there or are you not?" that someone being the person who can save the character from his/her current situation,even if mentally at least,and is mentioned as If this person was his/her soul mate.
And finally following the last lines,
"It's only a matter of time before I fall"
"I don't know for how much longer I can stall"
The character here talks about his/her mental instability as he/she would likely commit an act that would lead to his/her death.
"this is where time stops to bend" Notice we said "where" instead of "when" simply meaning that the character's current situation and current location Are destined to be the place of his/her end.
If you read all this,then Thank you very much!,Your reward is a text cookie! :3
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The psyche
Took me a long time to put together,a poem about a lot of things,only be reading can you truly understand it's meaning.
Welp,as usual i hope you like it,and any feedback you can offer is greatly appreciated.
hang in there,who ever you are.
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Reborn,reborn again my old self gone
I mourn the loss of the old,and welcome the change
I cherish those moments,And take them to heart,
The Enigma of exchange,has all of this been for naught?
Rotten to the core,asking for more just like before,
I open the door to my heart and bid farewell
I bid myself farewell,my Endless will,Shall lead this husk forwards
Forwards,morphing,changing,for better or worse
The future like the past shows no remorse,
Look back and smile,or anticipate the future and curse,
Curse the fates,Loathe the events,regret in reminiscence
Push forwards,Will is the unwavering torch from within
Will is a gift like no other,
The will for a child to care for his mother
The will for a soldier to carry his flag into hell itself
The will for the student to educate himself
The Will for the builder to construct
The will for the teacher to instruct
In Will lies true strength ,
Will is what makes a human break his lengths
Will is given to all without discrimination
Will is what it takes to achieve domination
Will is blind,and misguided
Will is accurate and fairly divided
,You
You hold the key to your destiny
Falter not and go where nobody has
Break your limits,even if they were the size of mountains
Will shall guide you to the hall of fountains
Will does not die,will only slumbers
It awaits the potential of the torch holder
Forwards,march through the icy fields of despair
Your flaming heart will set you ablazing
You become a shooting star,one that you have been long ago gazing
Hand by hand,side by side,Will by friendship abides
Like the unwavering tides of the infernos
What are you? what have you become?
Only you can decide,The psyche takes shape
The grain of sand turns to a pearl
The calm waters become an impenetrable wall of Ice
The spark is what lights a fire
Awaken to the colossal Golem within
live not by the glories of the past
Until your soul is reaped the die has not yet been cast
Like a golden galleon,Untie your masts
Set sail into the sea of storms
Rip through the tidal waves for they are your limits
Reach the rotten core once more,
Change what has been reformed before
Your husk may tire,you may feel dire
But what remains unchanged is your unwavering Fire.
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