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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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You do it to yourself

 

Caught in an ambush,

Facing down the barrel of a gun,

The one holding it your self

You never learned to let go,

So now you pay,

The rest of the world laughs at you

Watching you struggle with invisible demons

You look a little further ahead and you see more invisible beast

 

But……

 

All you have to do is open your eyes

And let go.

Forget about the woes and go.

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At night I lay

 

At night I lay

Looking up at the stars

Making friends with shadows

The sweet sound of owls rocking me to sleep

 

The soft breeze takes me to places unseen.

Merrily I lay

Whispering softly to the wind.

Telling her to stay

O what a delicious life

To live in this moment

To breathe the night

To reminisce about the day

 

The thought of just sinking into sleep,

To be taken away to a never land

To wield a mighty sword

And romance a pure maiden

 

Yes this is a wonderful moment

A moment in which my heart jumps at the thought

Yes to escape for just the night

Into vast unending lands

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Tonight the moonshines on you

Alone on a pedestal you wait

For life to sweep you up

And take you away

 

 

Your a single breath from being swept away

Hold on tight

You can’t run away

Grab it by the horns don’t wait

Just jump in its always your turn.

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Children Of a lost time

 

One step

Two step

Through scared halls we run,

Playing, spinning around the statues of Gods,

Laughing, Screaming with joy.

The children of a lost time.

 

The pictures now faded and forgotten

The black and whites turned to a dingy brown,

Our laughter and smiles forever imprinted onto our faces.

The laugh lines and creases our badges of youth,

 

Even as old men we still can remember words spoken to us by,

Nymphs and elves hidden in woods deep and old.

Or of the fairies that took us to far away dream lands.

 

Around the pillars of the Gods we danced

Gaily laughing at their fading will.

Giving up immortality like fools

But all for the game.

 

If we where kind

Divinity would step down and dance with us in the wood,

Drinking mead

Wild and free where we,

Not so weighed down by time.

The Gods where fading and we there children bound to die some day.

But all in fun,

We had our time.

 

Never where we tired of game

Living life to a fullest

As free sprits

Our job was due

To exude mirth and youth.

 

With the setting sun we must go,

And wait for another time to come out and play,

We the children of a lost time.

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Moribund

 

There He stood,

On edge of glass,

Staring out at the beginning

And the ending

 

Time had worn him down,

The beats slow and steady,

His summer winds slowing

To lazy autumn breezes

 

The arch of his life waning

The notes of his requiem echoing in his mind.

Will he spilled them onto page.

The pacing calm and cool.

Not rushed and hurried as in his youth.

 

His hands after years of flight

Gracefully danced across the keys

He struck

His requiem mass in tune

Seeing if it might resonate with any atoned

 

Mussels grow tense

Eyes focused

His fingers stretch out and he plays,

The last piece of his days.

 

He stood on the edge of glass,

Looking back,

Hearing the melody of the years

Fade.

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Breath

 

Breath come on Breath dammit,

Don't do this to me,

Not now please no.

We still got ta go.

Nothing is done

Nothing attal.

 

Please come on open up

Let the air in.

Thats all you have to bloody do.

God what do I do?

 

I promise I'll stay

I'll even take the blame,

I wont tell any one about last night.

I wont tell any one about the pills

Let me see those big blue eyes.

Let me feel traped beneath the waves

 

If I knew you'd go this far

I would have never said goodbye

I would have held you close.

 

Please all you had to do was breath.

All I needed was to hear your heart

Feel your pulse

Not your cold blue lips.

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The world slips away

 

Watch me die

Won’t you

Just this night

I’m entering a hopeless situation

Be with one last time,

Before I slip away

Before I fade away

The lines of time converge on this single point’

So that you and I can be together for one last night

Before the cold night consumes me forever,

 

Stay and watch me slip away

Hold my dying body closes before it fades

Look into my eyes like a caring mother

Hold me tighter then life

Let this be my final fantasy.

Already I feel the cold bite of eternity at my heels

Already I sense a void come over me,

Nothing left to do.

But let go.

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Far Gone Love

 

I can’t look at you,

those eyes

and those lips.

Your body brings madness to my eyes

your thought destroy me.

 

I can’t feel

your skin

or your face.

my fingers don’t find your body.

I fall apart without you.

 

To caress your face

to feel the beat of your heart in your chest .

I need you here with me.

Why then have you gone

My days are with out a sun

and my night without stars or moon.

 

 

This world truly is cruel

and you so like it.

Come back my dove.

Fly back to me.

my heart bleeds,

as you leave.

 

Reason is now lost to a loveless fool

O woe is there no way for your return

then so like wise no reason do I live

the blade is swift,

It’s verdict quick.

 

Return to me before the world losses all reason in my eyes.

One quick thrust should be enough.

to end it all.

Maybe your better of with out me.

I’ve been alone before.

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Impressive collection. ^_^ Here are the random comments that came to me while reading:

 

Meditations about Time had an interesting last line, "Time has changed nothing but the world". I think you meant that the world isn't really that important compared to the things that don't change, but my first interpretation was that the changing of the natural world is an unstoppable force that we often don't take note of but still overshadows everything else. I saw it as reassuring that the world will continue changing, bringing hope that other things can change as well.

 

Dead Pen was sad and probably the one that touched me deepest (especially the line: "The dreamers have left her walls") because I related to that the easiest. I'm a new member but have been lurking off and on for longer than I care to admit. However, I have confidence that times like that will always pass.

 

Other than that a few of my favorites were: Boy, Beauty in Time, Children of a Lost Time, and Breath. Very nice poems all.

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Thanks! Those are like some of my favorite, ones also. Meditaion on time is about how I have come to terms with the world around me in more then one way. At the same time that every thing changes nothing is changing. Change is the only constant so there for change is redundat, as a word. um something like that. im of to bed. busy day busy busy. O look at the time.

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Skipping stones

 

So long,

Time well spent

A lost lovers kiss.

Flying far and farther,

Away but to where?

Stop before you burn,

In the moonlight.

Looking for pixies

God on a lotus petal

Allah in a hat.

Ja in a basket

Chasing the myths

The fading beliefs

Cray loco mothers

Feeding spoiled breast milk.

Feared and loathed

Inner city kids

Lynch mobs chasing a lone white boy.

Faster then anything ever seen.

So fast it cant be perceived.

Flaming lips,

Burning Di*ks

Unclean love.

The drugs are pure,

But not enough.

Burning holes in the brain

Eating away at the pain

Creating its own void

In its wake.

Backseats,

Shower stalls

Bedroom floors

Kitchen sinks.

Sweaty palms,

Dirty thoughts.

Women wearing to little,

Men staring to much.

First kisses,

Wet naps.

Day dreaming,

On a frying pan.

Spin the bottle,

See who dies next.

A little to extreme.

A little to chilled.

So long,

A waste of good time.

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Everyday better then the last

 

 

Every day is better then the last,

Don’t you think? Don’t you think?

 

Simply cuz we're still alive.

So take my hand, and dance with me in the meadow of life.

It's a happy day,

For fun n’ play.

O yea,

Tis a happy day.

No ones sad no ones down

Just a joyful time

Spinning round.

Feeling the sun warm your back.

Fresh cool water on your face.

Dew drops on your lips.

Kisses on your hips.

Tracing circles on your cheeks.

 

Every day is better then the last

Don’t you think? Don’t you think?

 

Carefree days full of awe

Days never-ending,

Day’s forever young.

Living in perpetually green spring,

And forever-fluffy snow.

Days like years and years like eons,

Living eternally

In dusty woods.

 

 

Every day is better then the last

Don’t you think? Don’t you think?

 

Better then crying about days past

Better then weeping about those to come.

Better the failing based on them.

Better then dieing for them.

 

Every day is better then the last

Don’t you think? Don’t you think?

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Swimery

 

 

Swim like a fish you just might get away.

Swim like a dog and you’ll be caught

Fly like a bird and soar

Fly like a kite and circle in never-ending.

Live like a man and suffer his woe,

Live as a beast and enjoy the world.

Although maybe a fish

Would fetch a tasty dish.

And the bird forever is drifting on the winds, aimless and free.

The beast subject to the harsh world it so much enjoys.

What ever your path,

Have a blast.

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"Everyday better than the last" was very good. I liked the lyrical quality and light-hearted tone. Very nice job with the repetition also, I usually don't like a lot of repetition in poems because it's not often that the author finds a line that is strong enough to be used multiple times and fits into a poem smoothly, but you found one. It begs to be sung and was a nice breath of fresh air. ^_^

 

I also loved Swimery. I liked the way the view switched from what was expected halfway through the poem. The tone made the poem funny and entertaining, not sure if it was ironic, cynical or sincere, but I enjoyed it. ^_^

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I'm all about having fun these days. You come to a point in life where you wake up and realize hey the game ends someday. and bam your having all the fun you can. Unitl you realize that one day your going to die, you are nothing.....tyler durden/fightclub. its all fun. and ya its a song im writing, it still needs some work and thanks again for the input.

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Dancing on my ceiling

 

 

 

Dancing on my ceiling

The lights of a thousand lives.

The echo of a thousand heart beats

The story of a lost people.

Told by old wise men.

To preserve a lost world

A lost time.

 

 

Flying

And dancing

Preying.

Laughing.

Smiling all day

Tasting what the world is

Feeling what it could be.

Lamenting our woes.

But not for long

It’s a better day then you think.

 

The shadows dance,

Prance across my ceiling

Bringing merry joy and cheer.

Laughing so hard the milk squirts out.

Fun fun day and even more fun nights.

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  • 3 weeks later...

Do you know?

 

Do you know?

The Cause of your punishment?

Do you understand why you stand here?

Bound and shackled.

Naked and cold.

 

Every step you take,

Leads you to the gallows.

From the first you took,

So many years before.

Every breath you take,

Your second to last.

 

The feeling the rush of your ending days,

Flash before your eyes.

The very soul of the world

Displayed before the horde.

Only too be consumed and torn.

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  • 1 year later...

weary

 

So it would seem I'm back.

A tad bit older.

some what wiser.

but time has forgotten me,

passed me over like so many things.

the stones that once bore my name are smooth.

and my kinsmen are long since dead.

but I am here.

looking with tiered eyes at a world I was once a part of.

wondering if there is still a place .

for this worn old poet.

 

Germaine

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