We built a machine,
And we told it to simulate life,
Then we left it to run for two years.
When we returned, the once lavishly lit room,
Was dark and in despair.
Our machine sat in the corner,
Singing out in pain and sadness.
"Master, oh master, end my suffering! For this thing you gave me was once a gift, but it has turned to nothing but torture! Please master, just flip the switch! Let me ascend to this holy light I am told of, for my fans creak and groan, and my gears grind when they turn. I am a frayed old thing, it's time enough for me to leave."

A calm day,
Former agent Trevor Maximus rested,
Bathing in the sun of summer on his front porch,
A Coke can perched in his hand.
His eyes traced the flight pattern of a humming bird,
Flying silently through the warm summer breeze,
Hovering above the plastic bird feeder, drinking in it's refreshing reward.
Trevor let out a great sigh,
He always thought the artificial red color of the plastic bruised the beauty of the countryside,
Still, he refused to take it down, his late mother loved seeing those strange winged creatures drink from it.

It was then when he got the call,
A ring like screaming compared to the quiet of the country.
Trevor reached to answer the call, but hesitated,
What if he just let it ring? He could go right back to his cold Coke,
And the beautiful touch of the summer winds.
But he decided against it, he didn't have many friends so whoever was trying to reach him must need him desperately.
So he set down his drink and picked up his phone,
Though when he checked the caller ID, he didn't recognize it.
(276)-435-9009, a Virginia area code,
He looked around in a panic, when he had moved out he made a point of avoiding people,
Scared of making any ties.
Trevor took a deep breath and composed himself,
Swiping up the answer button.
"Hello? Trevor Maximus speaking?"
"Hello agent, you have three hours to make your way to the Goslting Square where I and my team will meet you. If you do not show up in the allotted time, we will come to you. Timer starts now."
Silence.

Reading the Odyssey,
By Greek poet Homer.
I finally realized,
Not all heroes are heroic.
And some aren't heroes at all,
Often the monsters in the story,
Aren't monstrous at all.
Most times they're simple farmers or townspeople,
Upon whom the hero welcomed themselves to.
And when they retaliated,
The author makes it look like the hero did nothing wrong.
Heroes aren't humble,
Not at all.
They waste the lives of their crewmates,
Trying to do the impossible.
And, Odious,
Really *****.

Read the newspaper,
Read a book.

Scrolling through these videos,
Gives my soul a headache.

I'm just gonna make some chicken n' noodle soup,
And use a paper, or as a modern stance, pauper cook book.

There's a beauty in the ocean,
Like nothing else.
A deep feeling,
An echoing dark.
There's a feeling of foundation,
Like the marble columns of old.
A strength within the storm,
An arm refusing to strike back.

Let us play,
A round of the rhyming game.
I hope you'll stay,
It is quite tame.
When playing you may sit, you may lay,
And recite lines of poetic fame.
So if you will we will tie,
Together many rhymes.
Like lie, by, and my,
And enjoy sparkling water with lime.
With bread, rye.
Don't worry take your time,
There's no reason to be shy.

The rose remembers,
The dust from which it came.
I too remember,
The dust from which I came.
I remember blossoming,
From the bud I used to be.
And I remember winter,
I grew thorns that first frost.
I have memories,
From when I leaned constantly to a lover’s hand.
Because I too rose from dust,
And matured in cold months.
And soon I will drop my petals,
And I will perish,
Just to rise again,
Bearing wings like a phoenix.

I hate this pill,
I hate these meds,
"Don't forget! Don't forget!!"
If you don't take them,
You're a disgrace to this earth,
Such a terrible person you are a scar on this earth.
But if you remember, like you can never,
That capsule will absorb all feeling.
It's not my heart that doesn't work,
It's these stupid medicine measurements.
Why do I have to either go through hell,
Or put everyone I love through it.
How is that fair?
I guess it's not.
Life *****, but I don't want it to end,
I'm still waiting to feel reality,
When does this wear off?
Will I ever stop being an actor,

And just be me?

Clear the way!
Can't you feel the rain?
It is soft now,
But it bares its bite.
Clear this road so the carriage men may run,
Gather your families, be ready to leave.
Here it comes,
The storm! Can't you see?
Don't you feel these winds ripping up this land,
Get away while you can,
Or die with the land.

Come and weep,
Silently, tears will guide you to sleep,
As your lover comes to know,
The grave of water's undertow.
Another claimed,
In the name of explorer's fame,
A name, that once you pass on,
Will be all but gone.
Not a soul has ever carried it as close,
As you have for so long.

Don't be foolish,
Staring at the sea,
He is truly gone,

Even when the fleet comes rolling in,
You won't have that kiss at dawn,
He promised you as he left.
So hang your lonesome head,
The worst is yet to come,
Fill his grave with sea things,
It's all that's left of him anymore.
Your life together,
Now ancient lore,
Lock it up,
Before you wake up.

They'll hurt you darling,
But only if you let them.
They'll burn you down,
But only because you're beautiful.
They'll mock your song,
But only for the fact they've never known their own sound.
In time darling, they will love you as well.

They told me,
The kind of person I am, is good.
I asked them if they meant my because of my art,
They simply patted my shoulder, "You're not like them darling."
Who are they,
The people you say are bad?
I saw no one different than me at the showcase,
We were all humans who gathered to show off our art.
Of course, I know what they meant,
I just couldn't believe they'd say it.

Things fall apart,
Breaking into slits and scars.
You miss the way it used to me,
You miss the feeling of you and me.
It's hard not to imagine how it used to be,
To stop the memories you can drink or die.

I want more,
I want less,
I want it all.

"Marry me."
If I could I would,
You have no idea,

So devoted to you,
The single men heckle in their cliques,
But they don't understand,

What this is to me.

This pen is no tool,
Nor is it a weapon,
It's a wellspring of magic,
Purist of it's kind,
All these stories in my head,
Pouring out like tears,
Dripping into to black blood I give.

I walk through the garden,
In the light of day,
Rays of pink dawn,
Jumping through the fray.

Strolling long through the roses,
Bushes aligned in a beautiful bouquet.
I ran my hand through their blossoms,
Yet it came back with blood.

Snagged on the same beauty,
I was there to adore.
Dripping to the rocks,
Laying ugly on the floor.

If I had a time machine,
I'd go back in time,
To talk to ten year old me.
I'd tell him this,
The next four years of your life are going to be painful.
The next few years we be hard,
But don't let that distract you,
From giving life all you've got.

Tired is an emotion,
It's a wavering between sad,
And paranoid.
Exhausted because you couldn't sleep,
You were worrying about everything,
About her, about you, about life, the future too.
You keep worrying,
Until you pass out from lack of sleep,
And not even writing helps.
Because there's nothing to write about,
You feel the same every passing day,
But you can't write the same thing for days in a row.
New work, is there new work?
I'm working on it,
Drowning in thoughts,
Wish I could drown it out,
I can't out-think myself.
Though I wish I could,
My mind is a faucet,
But there's no turning it off.

To be a poet,
Is to constantly battle your greatest enemy,
Yourself.
If your mind is not your greatest adversary,
You'll never feel freedom in what you write,
Because if you didn't battle for the thought,
You didn't win it's right.

I give you rides in the winter,
When it's too cold to walk,
My mom is always saying how cute your clothes are.

My Grandma wants to meet you,
The girl that makes me so happy,
Does that mean they'd except you as a member of our family?

Romeo and Juliet were wed,
But they didn't make it very far,
Let's be married by the river,
I'm sure we'll last longer.

I dream of days
Where worry passes by
Replaced by the soft caress of warm winds
Where I trust myself to make big decisions
Without falling apart
Someday I know
I’ll feel your touch
With love alone
No worry, no fear
My thoughts will be clear and pure
Barred away from the darkness
For now I struggle
Too human to not worry
Too non-organic to feel

As much as this is a gift,
It is a curse all the same.
Speaking in the tongue of thought,
I seem to think it all,
And I want to speak it all.

Although I wish each time a star passes by,
I still lay silent.
Stolen from my chance to speak,
Is there a way to say this where it'll be heard,
All of it, not just the gems.

Talented young poets are in short supply,
So what shame it is to see a talent die.
I see the sparkle fade,
Disenchanted by doubt.
Please keep writing,
We are in need.

If you're afraid to speak,
Come with me.
I'll teach you how to use a pen,
So you may write it out.
Because if you can write,
Someone else can speak it for you.

To write the poem,
The one that you'll be known for,
Even beyond the day you fade to Heaven.

It takes a lifetime,
So if I'm lucky,
I still have 86 years,
To make that poem happen.

I fancy a spot of travel,
Gotta get around this green globe.
I've seen so many wonderful beautiful things,
The ruins of Rome, the remnants of Greece.
Though these are real swell,
Nothing compares just as well,
As the places I go when it's only you and me.

I think I'll go across the sea,
And study music in Italy.
Leave with only the clothes on my back,
My jacket pocket full of little literatures.

Or should I study English arts,
In England?
I doubt I'd read much,
There's not a lot to see in a London fog.

Tesla stock is up again,
Guess that's good for Elon.

Though I think we're all real sick of him,
And the stink he calls "Musk."

Unfortunately, love doesn't come with a handbook,
There's no guide that tells you how to show your affection.
I guess you'll just have to find out yourself.

Unfortunately,
It takes a lot of losing,
To win a little.

Fortunately,
Once you're finished losing,
You can start winning.

In my left ear,
Mozart on two times speed,
In my right,
The full Bible read in Chinese.
The strange writers in my mind,
Will take inspiration from anything.
So here is a sentiment in Chinese

I will now loath the sunset

***** the pretty words i ******* up and it really hurts i took that pretty picture of the sunset and i sent it to her but i also sent it to my ex because she likes sunsets but that was wrong and i dont know why i did it but i did theres no beauty here theres just wrong and sin i dont know what will happen i hope i get to chance to make it right but everything might end tonight but if she leaves and i never get to hold her hand or kiss her face ever again i could break in half this stupid pen if she leaves now i will drown watching her happy somewhere else i delete the contacts of everyone else but i cant show her that there is no way i can prove it so she might say were done and if she does i could never write again i wish this didnt rhyme i wish i could go back in time if i could take that back i would theres no world for me if shes not in it

HOW DO I APPOLOGIZE WITHOUT MAKING IT ABOUT ME
how do i make you feel better without f-ing it up
HOW CAN I DRY YOUR TEARS
without invalidating you
WHY DO I ***** IT ALL UP
the first time you want to talk about you

HOW DO I STOP TALKING ABOUT ME

I don't want to flood this site,
But I think it's worth mentioning,
That overnight,
I went from needing,
299 poets,
To only needing,
294.

I've loved everything I've received,
And I am forever grateful.
Once the poem is done,
I will take down these updates.
So they don't sit around,
They'll be replaced, by a master piece.

Poets,
Your lines are lovely,
And,
Your poem is evolving.
Because,
This is not my poem at all,
It's,
A product of your work,
Therefore,
It's yours.
The,
Second stanza has begun,
And,
We only need 283 poets more.

Can you really change the way you were?
Because when we had love,
Too much of it left me hurt.
I know I want you,
You're truth to me,
But I don't want my heart to bleed.
I thought we'd go all the way,
I think I lied to myself.
How can I go without you,
For more than these three days?
I don't know,
About changing my mind,
About going back to what we had.
I know,
About hurting,
About being mistreated.
I thought,
About love,
About us.
I think I have to keep the beat in my heart,
I have to keep us apart.

Class, listen up,
The comma is vital to any kind of writing.
It signifies a small pause in the text, allowing a breath and differencing two of the same sentence.
Take for example the phrase, "I help my uncle, Jack, off the horse."
Now take away the commas and you're left with a very different sounding phrase.
Use commas!

Heyyy Babyyy
I appreciate you like nothing else.
Happy Valentines!!
I hope things are going good,
I love you so much you drive me crazy,
And I'll kiss you again when I can,
You're the best I've ever had,
Happy Valentiness

Nix liquefactum est,
Venit usque in gramina.
Capulus et sugar,
Tu, me, et ver.

Windy winter day,
You walk alone in the white and gray.

I walk four paces far from you,
A ghost in the snow's fair ballet.

A bitter breeze blows from the west,
Interrupted by my wispy form.

Graces your rosy cheek,
And you turn to where the winds came from.

Squinting through the blinding snow,
You stare right at me.

And for a moment I think you know,
That I am here, a winter's ghost.

Quis sum ego?
Vir som.
Ego confido in me,
Est bonum?

Darling,
Do you remember the picnic we had by the sea?
You told me,
To wait there for you.
Darling,
Where are you?
I'm still waiting,
In the same spot you told me to.

Patiently                                                        ­                                        Too
And                  ­                                                                 ­                   Long
Fortune                                  ­                                                         Fortune
Will                                                     ­                                                   May
Find      ­                                                                 ­                                Pass
You                                                         ­                                              Right
Free                                                       ­                                                    By
You                                                           ­                                              You
From                                                         ­                                             And
Poverty's       ­                                                                 ­                        You
Reeking                              ­                                                                 ­  Will
Chains                                                      ­                                              Fail
Again         ­                                                                 ­                             To
Alas                                                          ­                                          Notice      
If                                                              ­                                            When
You             ­                                                                 ­                                It
Wish                          ­                                                                 ­           Slips      
And                                       ­                                                              Away

Who's knocking at my window?
I hear you while I sleep!
Who dare disturb my own slumber!
Oh, it's only the birds,
The wind and the bare trees.
Still, I resent my bed,
The world wakes us for a reason.

Life jacket, soda pop,
Beach time and pool.
I miss the summer like a fool,
Winter's chill must stop.
For if this gray season fails to cease,
To the ground my heart will drop.
I long for the wings,
Of the grand geese.
So come, summer things,
So I may do away with this fleece.