DaydreamingI'm all locked up insideMy own personal cage of sin.Sanctimony is a righteous bribe.It brands dark ink upon the skinLeaving me breathless, and fooled,Not whole, not again.I no longer wait for night to unfoldTo cosset me in downy pillow dreams.I close my eyes right here, right now.The mind will fly where it's always freeTo seek the memories of a land of old,Not stale, not for me.
the sound of gears and stoneborn in steel and clayrising to press back the cloudsand scattering them with a waveof hands and arms made forother thingsthe sound of gears and stoneshifting and grindingshifting and grindingwalking towards the edge of the worldpocked with the mark of timeswhen hungry beasties fedand took me to their bedif only in their mindsnot their heartsthe horizon is never closerand entropy betrays mebut not yet, I say,but not yet, I say,and I move through the nightWilliam F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
FarewellEs ist nicht alles wirklichin diesem Zustand zwischenWachen und Schlafen..." Wie du mir warst..." flüstern Türenund Wände seit Jahrhundertenin stillem Einvernehmendazu das Atmen des Holzesein- aus -ein- aus.Der blinde Spiegel tut ein Übrigesund schweigt-er hat schon zuviel gesehen.Grünes Gezweig rankt am abgeplatztenFensterrahmenund schlängelt entlangder verblassten Tapeterie.Einst blühten hier Rosensehr laut und sehr rotund jeder Strauß weinte stillin seiner rostigen Vase.Nun liegen Fliegenarmeen- beinoben-an den matten Scheiben.Ihr letzter Blickwar sicher ins Grün.
One Thing Leads To AnotherOne teachers bitternessCan lead to thisStudent that's struggling in the back rowA snide comment about a test scoreAnd their whole worldWill take a blowLittle did that teacher knowThe magnitude that their actions holdThat one comment, look or eye rollCould tear that kids whole worldThat kid leaves classWithout a second glanceAt the teacher who was meant to enlighten themBut broke down their confidenceAnd shattered themIt starts with passing giggles in the hallwayTo comments in the next class that their friends madeTo their parents questions at the end of the dayTo the very next morning that same kidIs late to class becau
Fate of the Earth Chapter 3-2How he spoke was sinister and cold, the look of him even matched how he spoke, Ireness could sense he was bad news but kept herself calm and listened to what the man had to say.He walked around them and continued his speech as he gazed at the group “I see only two of what I am looking for but I am sure that you all know where the other two are”.Kira then asked “who are you looking for?”The man lent down to her and said in a disrespectful tone “I don’t recall asking you to speak”.Alan got fearful for Kira, thinking he was going to hurt her but one of the men with the guns put his foot on his he
BSwe can reach the starsbut can't dig a well?we can teach to harmbut can't fix the world?
PoetryThe first time I wrote a poem I was in third gradeDown the side of my page I wrote the wordMayMAYMay flowers bloomAlways sunny skiesYou can smell the buds on the treesThat was the first poem I ever wrote.Since then poetry has changed a lot for meIt's been an outletFor anger, and sadness, sometimes lonelinessMy first poem, I wrote at school With a teacher standing over my shoulderTelling me which lines should have so many syllablesAnd which words should rhymeNow I write in my bedroomBy the light of a single lampLate at night when my brain is running in personified circlesComing up with hyperbolic metaphorsTo captivate an abstract audienceThat resides only in the labyrinth of my mindPoetry has become more than a way to writeIt's become a way to thinkTo look at lifePoetrySpeaks through lines of rhymesThrough words with double meaningsSimiles that are so cliche I want to crySometimes the words stop comingAnd
The Journey to Earth: Chapter 1 Part 1Sapphire The Black DragonThe Beginning of Her QuestOn the planet Aldaban in the Furn System, ruled mainly by a cat like race known as the Aldabariuns, a peaceful race that was strong in their mind powers, with abilities to use physic abilities, telekinesis and other mind powers.This race may have been the dominant species of the planet Aldaban but they never accepted that role as they believed in working in harmony with the creatures that lived among them.And due to them with the ability to understand other species tongues and to communicate with them with their powers they made a strong pact with most of the species there.There were
The Ugly TruthI'm not a miracle worker, I'm not superwoman, I'm a broken, 17 year old girl, who has no idea where shes going in life.And I'm scared.
DEPRESSING POETRY TIME o3oIn this dark reality from where i cannot dreamthere is no kindnessthere is no caringThere is only hatred and griefIn this dark reality from where i cannot dreamI hope to dream of peace and friendshipThough i never will see that dayIn this dark reality there is no escapefrom the dark claws dragging you to your death
PressurePressure.The weight bears down upon me,like Atlas holding the sky.Pressure.There is so much to do,but I'm only one guy!Pressure.From my parents, teachers,and friendsPressure.From everyone,I fear it never ends.Pressure.Things to do,the world to scour.Pressure. As I race along,at a hundred miles per hourPressure.The world on my back.Pressure.I should hit the sack.Pressure.Just need some rest.Pressure.I'll do my best.But really, who can sleep?With all this.Pressure.
3 Punishments One: Soda girl made flat. Sunshine girl rained out. For sented hair and dirty tongue Laughing girl made cry. Two: Quiet girl made loud. Music girl off-key. For growing up and going out Flying girl falls down. Three: Bubble girl was popped. Learning girl held back. For want of dance and burning food Talking girl shut up.
I am I am not a toy. Don’t mistakenly think you can play childish games with me. You don’t understand, you say sweet nothings, but soon that’s all they will be is nothing. Maybe you mean it now. Maybe you don’t. But sooner or later, probably just enough time for me to figure out how to start letting you in and you will realize you are so far in over your head, you’re drowning and you and you swim to the surface while I am fine staying there because I’m learned to hold my breath. I am winter. I am cold and you can’t see what I really am because of the thick layer of snow that I hate just as much. Bu
Teenagers We are the rulers of society, Other than our damned government. Our fists and chains are made of steel While our opponent's are made of flint. When threatened we stand our ground, When attacked we choose to fight. Our retaliation and "Gang fights" Seem to set the world alight. We start the trends, then end them. Mold the world as we see fit. We seem to be hated by those of other ages And frankly, we won't take your shit. Some of us rebel, While others obey the law. And yet we're all feared, And witnesses never saw-- --The crimes that some commit. We are not all the same. Most of us are nice, But crimes? Nope. We must b
Those That Remain.For those with passion, in their ways,Memories lost are sorely missedAnd what remains consumes the days:For those who fill their heads soundlyWith ideas, hopeful schemes, daydreams,That will be their prison, in trying.For those who seek only true happiness,But only for those they care the most for,Their cage will be the futility of balance.For those who sing their melodies for love,The lasting song of romantic ages will play.But they will never be given a part in it.For those who seek a point of rest,The days will never end,And sweet sleep will be the closest to death they will know.There are many more minds of kindred kin
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