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Noah Stowe May 2016
I am the moon
And you are the sun.
You are the light of my life.

You are my everything.

But even though I love you,
We can never meet.
We will never meet.

And so I am the moon,
And you are my sun.

Ma vie est plus belle avec toi,
*Tu es la lumière de ma vie.
Dear Ky Stowe;
If you are reading this, I miss you so much.  This poem romantic while our relationship is only platonic but the message still stands.

THE LAST TWO LINES TRANSLATE TO:
My life is more beautiful with you,
You are the light of my life.
Noah Stowe Apr 2016
Follow the rules
There are patterns
A tempo and a beat
The world runs off rhythm.
There is a tune
Find the harmony
Find the melody

The music of life has strict rules to follow

There are always a few little tricks and
some logic behind the song.

But sometimes the world forgets Jazz
The music that doesn't fit.
*The music just like me.
I wrote this as part of an essay.  Here is the description of the poem as described in my essay:
The poem The Rhythm of My Soul is a poem about breaking the boundaries to find who you are.  Much like life, music allows people to add their own side to the world.  Life is like music, every person is a different note, if every person is the same note our song would just be a solid sound.
Noah Stowe Apr 2016
Life is such a beautiful thing, I know.
You say it twice a day, or maybe more.
You act like it's a present with a bow.
Well the beauty of life is just fokelore.

Nobody sees the pain I go through,
What hides behind a strong, beautiful mask,
But being forgotten is nothing new.
If you wanted to know you could just ask.

Well you have waited a little too long,
And my blade has done its work, Dragging deep
Watching blood drip the tune of my heart's song,
Dripping to the floor, letting the blood seep.

And now that I am gone, what will you do?
*Will you save others like me? Or let them go too?
This poem is not about me or anyone I know.  Please don't cut or commit suicide.
**IF YOU ARE SUICIDAL CALL 1-800-273-TALK**
Noah Stowe Apr 2016
The only woman I have seen was through the mirror.
The only men I have laid eyes upon the faces  of you and father.
Features like yours belong to none another.
You are the only one that belongs in my heart.
You are the only one that belongs by my side.

I can't think straight around you,
My actions aren't mine,
And I forget the ways of my own flesh and blood.
This was based on a line that stuck out to me in the Tempest.
Noah Stowe Jan 2016
Fighting tears and clouded thoughts
I began to question if this was all
That there is in the world,
Small, hopeless moments of love,
Only to return
To our cold dark world that is reality.
Noah Stowe Jan 2016
TWANG TWANG TWANG

Oh how the twang of man’s harp
Disrupts my precious sleep.

TWANG TWANG TWANG

It’s never put at rest,
“Control yourself,” I thought.

TWANG TWANG TWANG

My rage grew deep,
I could hear them laugh at me, already an outcast in this young world.

TWANG TWANG TWANG

Somehow, almost as if I were possessed,
I began to **** them one by one.

TWANG TWANG TWANG

Night by night the casualties grew,
I couldn’t control myself, it’s a demon’s curse.

TWANG TWANG TWANG

I kept killing them,
Until the final night.

TWANG TWANG TWANG

The young hero pulled out my arm
And raised it up in a bitter-sweet victory.


TWANG TWANG TWANG

Away I ran into my lair
What have I done?

TWANG TWANG TWANG

Was this the pain I inflicted on man?
The pain was throbbing and strong, like no pain I had ever felt.


Finally the world went black.

The twang was gone.

At peace I will lay forever.
I hope mother won’t make the same mistake.
Noah Stowe Dec 2015
Alone
again I sit
among the trees
and
I wipe away
a tear
If only...
someone
maybe a friend comes
Then they disappear around the corner
I can only see a silhouette
Now read backwards!
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