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Such fun, such joy!
Out to play, a girl and boy
The boy looks at her and grins
But a shadow grins back, the only one who wins
Days of plays go by
Building up the boy's courage
But comes the girl's sweet lullaby
From the shadow to leave the boy ravaged
She seemed sad to sing such poisonous notes
But the boy just smiles and quotes
"Worry not, princess so fair
I remain unharmed by this affair"
So she smiles and walks with the shadow
And the boy turns to let loose his sorrow
And a single question comes to mind
"Why am I so painfully blind?"
I feel so bitter



I still haven't found my home.
my flow of emotions
are far more valuable
than your temptations.
My body is the planet
My heart is the people.
It is fighting itself.
The blood popping from their vessels like the volcanoes erupting.
My heart hates itself.
No more than the mirror on the shelf.
My body is evolving.
My body as the planet,
But somehow my emotions are changing with the tide of the ocean.
The people hope for a promotion,
Like the brain in all glory,
This, this is my planets story.
Each scar is a war,
Originating from the heart of pain.
Beneath the scars there are bones,
The support of my world,
The atmosphere,
Keeping all that is bad out,
But yet the bones keep breaking.
These seeds of evil keep coming out,
And I am feeling dark.
These bones,
The atmosphere is breaking
The ozone becoming as thin as paper,
My bones as paper shall break.
This planet of mine,
This body of mine,
Has something to see.
These eyes as oceans,
They flow within me.
The oceans as eyes so calming.
Stood in the dark place, but the water remains.
The one thing that holds beauty when the people’s actions do not,
This is the area in which we are taught
To read people.
When you look in my eyes,
Though not blue,
You will see life.
Life as the sea, because there is a world within the waters.
So much life and profound hope to be seen,
And here is where you look.
These eyes see sadness just as the oceans become *****,
You can poison the heart, the people.
You can break the bones, he land, and tear them to shreds,
But the eyes, the oceans will move on.
It will roar.
And the brain you ask,
This brain is the main part in which I operate.
It is the history of which Ive seen and what Ive not,
Learning from its mistakes and taking the past as learning tools,
Not criticizing the last fools.
My brain sees the unseen.
My brain is not the people,
For not everyone understands the past.
My brain is not the land, not the bones,
Because bones will fall.
My brain is history.
And history is not to be forgotten.
Tradition.
Ever since I can remember, there has always been a drum kick somewhere.
There was always a slight hum,
Or the faintest whistle.
Ever since I was in my mother’s womb,
My heart has beaded to the sound of the drum’s snare
And as I was born,
I whined with the sound of a guitar.  
If you ask me what my favorite childhood memory was,
I will simply say music.
When I was little
I noticed that everyone had a favorite type of music,
And I, being as independent as I was,
Decided that I was not going to like music at all.
But, as music does,
It took me away
“Like the moon rules the tide”
And if you know what song that’s from, I’ll love you forever.
Now I realize,
Music is my soul
It makes me feel whole,
It’s something that cannot be stolen.
My family always has had music,
Music led me from the deepest hole of mourning,
And it is digging me out of this current diagnoses of depression.
Music is a universal idea,
Every culture,
Every person has their “soul” music.
My family started with the deep roots of rock
Metallica, poison, and Guns & roses.
My parents where the stereotypical punk rockers of the 80’s.
So it was only natural for me to follow their footsteps,
Except a lot more *******.
And as I grew,
I gained more of what my family had to offer me,
I found out that my mother was amazing at the flute,
And my dad was a beast on the drums,
But somewhere along the way they passed on the urge that music is life,
And one day, it will be the performance of a lifetime.
This tradition fuels me today,
I see it in my everyday actions,
Wherever I am there seems to be music playing somewhere.
I am fueled by rock to this day,
Though some call it devil music,
I find it rather heavenly.
I heard a quote once that said
“you hear screaming
I hear meaning”
And this is more than true because as you hear savage screaming,
I hear and understand their words and pain.
The stereotypical people always think those songs are about worshiping satan,
But what they don’t realize is that beautiful lyrics such as,
“That little kiss you stole,
It held my heart and soul”
And
“I am the ocean, I am the sea,
There is a world inside of me”
Exist
I don’t know if there are any fans of this band here,
But that was from one of my favorite bands called Bring Me the Horizon.
Anyways,
The thing people have come to know as “screamo” has become my tradition.
It has brought me to know so many good friends,
And tons of amazing conversations.
Even if it starts when I wear my “My chemical romance” t-shirt, and get a ton of compliments on it.
And im sure music unites you as well.
We all have different tastes,
But in the end there is something everyone can agree on.
If rock isn’t your cup of tea than maybe rap,
Or hip hop,
Or R&B.;
I dunno,
Its up to you!
But music is where my roots started,
And those roots are growing a powerful tree.
Music inspires me so much, and can you genuinely say the same?
Do you ever have those moments when that perfect song comes on,
And you stop everything to hear it?
I do.
And its normal.
It is human nature to sway with the music when you think no one is watching.
This tradition is so delicate,
And it will live on because there is always new music ideas to be had.
New lyrics popping up every day,
And who knows,
Are you the next protégé?
I never thought I would write a poem about music but yet here I am,
Following my tradition
Of music.
will be performed
Is it bad
That i want to be someone big
Someone great?
Because
All my life
I've felt like i've been in a bubble,
Aaaalways in trouble.
I want to finally become someone people like.
Right now i feel alone,
But somehow i feel like its the start of the end.
I want to build a fanbase.
I want to live
better
Do you think i can?
Another bad poem im sorry
She likes the smell of forgotten old books, the ones that are hidden in the library shelves.
She likes taking the books home and reading them all night long in her bed.
She will always take a book with her, no matter where she is going.
She can escape into fictional worlds, where she fights dragons and warlocks.
One day she hopes she can write a book, one day she hopes to inspire others.
One
One bullet
Is all it takes
*to make me happy again
I grazed your body this morning.
I was caught in the sweet scent of your perfume
Your sudduction was unlile anything before.
You are beautiful,
Maybe even too beautiful
I couldnt stop thinking.
You look at me
With those kind eyes
The kind that seems to whisper
Love me.
I long to see you
This dawn thats coming
Cant make me feel
This singing sensation.
You
Are in my heart
*will you stay for me?
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