While I sleep,
I pray that an Ascended Master comes to me.
Just to tell me that they're there,
I just need to open my eyes truly and I'll see.

While I sleep,
I pray that my friends and family alive or dead.
Are happy where they are,
While I am happy in bed.

Before I sleep,
I'll write a poem wishing a good tomorrow for the reader.
Tomorrow you'll no longer be in another's shadow.
Tomorrow, you'll be the leader!

Feeling crushed,
forced to be what society wants me to be.
Posters show something I should be.

Not healthy enough,
Not fat enough,
Can't win,
never how someone wants me to be.

I am placed alone or with others
but am always different in some way.
In the end,
Society will eat me anyway.

I wish I could say how I feel,
but I cannot...

I am a burger.

I'm in love with a girl...
No, seriously! I am!
She is beautiful, small and shy.
Brown hair and a lovely face that always catches my eye.

I've been talking to her year for over a year now,
But I'll never confess...
I don't think she'll feel the same way,
And after admitting it, it would make me a mess.

I knew her from school,
But we never talked,
She was too quiet,
And I was always bouncing of the walls.

I was going to ask her out on New Years Day, you see.
But we stopped talking for a while and I lost the confidence.
I've been in love before with a girl who I thought was my rock,
But compared to this girl? Ha! I no longer give a ****!

Oh hey!

Hey.

What did you say?

I said Hi

Oh, I see, so you're that type of guy.

What? What do you mean?

Come on man, lets not make a scene!

Wait, are rhyming my words??

Well of course not, that's just absurd!

You just done it again!

I done what Ken?

My name isn't even Ken, will you just shut it?

I don't know what you mean? Am I being a ***?

Yes you are, what's up with you? You're normally shy??

Don't say that you'll make me cry.

***, if you don't shut up I'll punch you!

How rude!

Erm, that didn't even rhyme?

Awh crap!

It isn't me,
he just looks like me.
And even though he looks like me,
He doesn't act like me.

His mind isn't a meadow like mine.
His is a dry, dark and dead forest.
His eyes aren't brown like mine are.
The iris is big and the eyes are dark beige.

His hands are clenched and his teeth are grinding.
His mouth is snarling
His eyes, hollow and blank eyes, stare out from my skull.
It isn't me, it's just my doppleganger

Never have I ever kissed!
Drink.
Never have I ever hugged!
Drink.
Never have I ever hurt my wrist!
Drink.
Never have I ever been mugged!
Drink.

Never have I ever had ***!
Drink.
Never have I felt dim!
Drink.
Never have I ever stayed in contact with an ex!
Drink.
Never have I ever got back with her or him!
Drink.

Never have I ever smoked!
Drink.
Never have I ever been in a fight!
Drink.
Never have I ever felt provoked!
Drink.
Never have I ever punched out someone's light!
Drink.

Never have I ever drank!
Dri- wait what?

Never have I ever, the best game to play when you're alone.

I see you across the room, looking over.
Looking remarkable.
My limbs go weak, my heart goes limp.

I try to focus on you, it's like I've been dazed.
My body has stopped co-operating with my brain.
The room is spinning.

I stand up slowly,
my legs go numb and I try to look normal.
I walk towards you, stumbling over now and then
I feel myself smiling sheepishly.

I fall accidently, I fall and hit the floor.
Guess I've fallen for you then.
I see you run over
to see if I'm okay.

"Yes, I'm fine" I try to say,
but you've taken my breath away,
my words slip the tongue
and I speak in an unknown language.

But I look into your eyes,
and notice your soft lips moving
making sweet words that I can't read.
before everything goes black.
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I went to my  friend's party today,
there were a lot of attractive guys there as well.
I looked over to the couch and see this man staring back at me,
smiling.

He can't maintain focus, his head slowly rolling.
He tries to get up and starts walking towards me...
but then he falls and hits his head.
This is embarrassing.

I walked over and bent down near him,
he tries to say something but it comes out slurred
so I say,
"Go home, mate! You've drank too much, you're ******!"

He ended up blacking out, ****** drunks!

Vanity maybe when you see into a mirror, and love your body.
Self gratitude is when you look into the mirror and see your soul.
True love for yourself is when you no longer need a mirror to see yourself.

She's perfect.
Small and comfortable,
Like a cushion
You just have to hug.

Her eyes light when she smiles,
Brown eyes that **** in my very spirit.
I promise myself to make her smile,
Her eyes remind me of leaves in the autumn wind.

Her laughter could put the sun, in all of it's brilliance, to shame.
Her body is beautiful,
Enough to make the ocean weep.

When I am around her,
No other girls even compare,
I am with who I am happy with.
Happy where I am.

I'm not in love,
I just like her a lot.
Well, that's what she thinks
One night, when the stars are bright,
I'll tell her my true thoughts
And hope that they are returned.

I've never had a girlfriend,
never had a job,
Never had a home to call my own,
Never been to the pub.

I have friends,
I have an education,
I have shelter,
I am healthy.

I've never been famous,
never been popular,
never been wealthy,
never drove a car.

I have time to myself,
I know who I can trust,
money means more to me,
I am fitter.

Yes, there are negatives in life.
But positives are there as well.
They may not be as clear.
But if you search, you will find.

Hi, I am a normal person,
My name is Adam Bell.
I am 17 years old
I believe in a heaven and hell.

I have beliefs in New Age spirituality.
I try to forgive and love all,
even those who hurt me
whether the amount is big or small.

I hope that you read this,
of course, I hope you read all of my work.
But, I'd rather you'd just take in my words,
even if they have a slight quirk.

I want to make is simple,
I want to make it clear,
this is no poem,
This is a message that you can choose to read or hear.

I tried to look into my dreams but was quickly led astray.
Bright colours, bright objects that would show and then fly away.
But I looked past the brightness and saw the prettiest thing, I have to say.
I saw you, and that's why I awake every morning and smile everyday

Earlier on, I asked for an Ascended Master to show themselves to me,
In truthfulness I expected to see one in a human way, but I didn't.

Instead, I looked up and saw the world clear.
The sun was brighter, the plants were alive!
The sky was still, bright and blue with the clouds scattered over it.
The trees were tall, solid and tough.
Everything was so sharp.

My eyes must have been blurry all this time,
but now my eyes were 100%.
I was awake.

My mind is a prison of ideas.
But they aren't held captive there.

I let them out on paper.

Legs burning,
Waist turning.
Arms swinging,
Mind is singing.

Eyes determined,
Motivated and deserving.

Sweat pouring,
But it's pouring for your hard work.

Keep running,
Don't stop now,
Just a little distance left!
Keep running.

The Universe is made up off Atoms.

Now tell me, how could something so small,
Create something so big?

Are you paper to be folded?
Are you a piece of clay being molded?
Or are you a energy, ready to shape your own existence?

I'm bad, you're good.
I'm tall, you're short.

I'm loud, you're quiet.
I smile with my mouth, you smile with your eyes.
I hug, you kiss.
You squeeze, I hold.

It's funny how different we are yet we are also so similar.
but the best one is:

You love, and I love you right back.

Is my reason to be alive, to survive?
Even when I don't breath, I don't want to leave.
Am I alive, to help humanity thrive?
Even if most of those I help, would never help me.

Was I born, to help the world that we have torn?
Meant to be a lover, especially to the Earth which has to suffer.
Was I born, to live my life until I am worn?
If so, I will live them if that is my need,
for this is the life that I've been given to lead!

I keep hearing
"You should try to walk in my shoes!"...

Well, I'm sorry, I can't...
I'm size 12 and I don't like your shoes

I am Anger.
My soul is a storm,
a tsunami of rage.
My mind is blank.
My eyes are black.
The heart is a bomb
ready to explode.

I am Sadness.
My soul is a lake,
a large pond of stillness.
My mind is busy.
My eyes are blue.
The heart is an empty bottle
ready to break.

I am Fear.
My soul is the night,
a ghoul of darkness.
My mind is everlasting
My eyes are there, yet hollow.
The heart is the earth
crumbling under me.

I am Happiness.
My soul is the sun,
a ball of fortune.
My mind is free
My eyes are bright.
The heart is a drum
beating to the sound of my laughter.

I am love.
My soul is flower,
a plant in blossom.
My mind is racing
Eyes are distant.
The heart is a jewel
shining through my skin.

I am Emotion.
My soul is the universe,
a vast opening of many things.
My mind is awake
My eyes are full.
The heart is a meteor
ready to change it's direction.

Sexism, Feminism, ******, Racism, Athiesm...
There's only one we all need

We could die tomorrow with regret in our heart, or we could live today and fill it with joy.

Appreciate that which you do have instead of that which you don't.

Wet mud and soil
and in the fray,
in the barrage of bullets,
He stands triumphantly.

His allies are dead,
His family are lost to him.
Behind him a flag waves and
Between the stripes and stars,
Splatters of blood soak the cloth.

Over the ocean, they hold the flag high.
For as the father of their country sits in an office
young men and woman die for him.
The flag of red, blue and white.
A symbol of patriotism to some.

To others though,
The flag waves blood, suffocation and bone.
Even those that hold it high.

For as the saliva of the war-hungry man
Drips from his lips,
And as the rotten words sprout from his pungent tongue,
Soldiers die with guns at their hips
And now the clock with hands on 12 is finally rung.

Wake up as the boulder of light shines through the night,
the cold sharp air cutting into my dry dead skin,
I have finally awoken,
let the hunting begin.

Times have changed,
what once was so new is now decrepit and old,
The "ancient" ruins of the structures
that once stood so bold.

The world has changed,
yet I do not weep,
My hunger must be banished,
the hunger that builds up while I sleep.

I spy a young child playing on the street,
the offspring of the weak stalked by the offspring of the night,
No such human has ever escaped my sight.

Upset, broken, hollow inside
One little insult made me want to hide.

At 3:00am in the morning I greeted the morning sun,
and asked it what I should do.
He told me "To find someone spiritual" before lighting up the sky.

How do I do that?
Would that not be hard.
I thought that what the sun said can't be true
but surprisingly that was when I found you.

The rusted hinges of those broken doors,
The broken cages that fall apart.
No one to see, No one to hear,
The moment my heart thudded then stopped
When you disappeared.

We dream, don't we?
Of a place that we can belong?

A place of love, peace and grace.
A place of white clouds upon blue sky,
Lush fields,
And endless sunshine.

If Heaven is a place of purity and love,
why must we die to live a dream?

Young body with an open mind.
My spirit wasn't to hard to find.
But there will always be a hole,
until I fully connect to my soul

When dawn breaks the sky,
I wish to fly.
Fly from the evil, the neglect, the abuse,
But with no actual escape,
What's the use?

To become enlightened or Ascended is what I wish for right now.
Letting love and light pass through me.
Being a spiritual and happy being
in this negative world.
Being the bright bulb in darkness.

If the Eagle did not fly,
The mouse would not crawl.

Will things get easier?
It depends on you.
Will you try harder?

When you truly wake up,
you no longer need your dreams

A ten word poem? How hard is that to right?

Day by day,
we pay and pay
as bills grow longer
and income grows shorter.

We now pay to live
and that's not how it is supposed to be.
People say you have to open the right doors
but before you unlock the door,
you have to become the key.

With politics and laws to keep us docile
and our food and drink tampered with,
how can our governments say we can trust them?
When we can't even trust our own water?

In Florida, you have to live with electricity
and it's the same in most other countries.
Society keeps us "living" a certain way
without "living" it the way we should be.

My father was a great person.
Tall, thin and strong.
He thought before acting,
He knew his right from wrong.

He was a man of very few words.

He was a mysterious person,
always hiding away.
He and my mother were never in the same room together
I though this was weird until last May.

Something was about to change.

It was time for bed,
and I was almost asleep.
My father crept in to my room while I was under my covers,
He told me a secret that I won't forget in this life or other.

"Your father left me a while ago...
and I am your mother."