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I listened to the album we used to listen to for the first time in years.
Hard to admit, but my eyes burned a little
Trying to hold tears back.
I can still remember the smell of your car,
A mixture of those tree shaped fresheners
Cherry, new car, pine
And cigarettes that "weren't yours"

"You can shut it down, down, down..."
This was my favorite song, I think it was yours too.
This is the one that brings it all back.

These lyrics were stupid and sounded forced,
But we gave them some meaning, I suppose.
I hadn't listened to them since the day that you left
I think the CD was still in your car when they brought to the junk yard.
It all happened too soon.

It's weird.

In high school you feel invincible.
And I know that everyone says that but I didn't realize until after.
We didn't have any plans for the future and we didn't care,
All of us.
We thought things would stay good forever.
And then nothing was the same.
All we really have left are our memories,
Not even the CD survived.

Haha.
I  wrote this about my brother, oddly enough. He graduated high school two years before me and then joined the Air force and i've only seen him a few times since. But some of favorite memories with him were driving around in his car that he hated and listening to Drake's album "Thank Me Later".
What is that makes one man pure and another a monster?
Is it simply a predisposition or does one need to develop longer?
How can one give in to their primitive dark temptations?
While the other is chained to their morals and holy aspersions?
How can one gain pleasure from lies and desertion?
When another gains pleasure from helping and self correction?
How can utter evil exist in one mans blackened heart,
While one can be pure mind, body and soul from the start?
If we could answer this mystery we could heal what tears us apart.
 Mar 2014 Edward Alan
Devon Grey
Empty hallways stretch before me
I look around and darkness surrounds me
I hear a scream
Encroaching blackness...
I realize it's only me
Scream. Scream.
Push back the night.
I push it back with all my might
My mind is too weak
Scream. Scream.
And every day empty hallways stretch before me.
 Mar 2014 Edward Alan
Larisa S
Like the celestial
birthing of stars

i continue to evolve
and burst into light

regardless that I
live in a vacuum
 Mar 2014 Edward Alan
unavailable
it's kind of weird that I fell in love with you actually. you didn't sweep me off my feet or anything like that. you were a rude, self-centered, inconsiderate *******. you made jokes you'll probably spend an eternity burning in hell for. you woke up late and drove recklessly.
but I scares me because we had so much in common. you only cared about me and what people said about you.  I would laugh at your hell-worthy jokes. we had the same taste in music, and we both wanted to escape everything around us.

I want to write about our good memories. I sit here and think about them, and when I snap back into reality, my heart aches for you. so I don't think I can write about them right now. maybe one day I'll be strong enough to, but I don't think today is that day.
 Mar 2014 Edward Alan
Red Bergan
A roar shifts to the east,
Disturbing the peace.
My eyes shoot to the sky,
Searching for him on high.

Thy roar is precious,
Tis thy precious one.
Jerusalem,
My Dragon.
Thou have come.

He lands with a mighty stride,
Bowing before his rider.
Who am I?

Jerusalem,
You have protected me from harm.
Of death and turmoil.
I thank you now.

You,
Black dragon of the east,
The day I tamed you,
You were the one for me.

My sisters may not understand,
That dragons save lives.
All tis not evil,
Sanctify thy rights.

My dragon,
We will fly.
Higher to the heavens.
To face evil tonight.

May the winds guide us home,
As we.
Are one.
Dragon Riders shall know.
A poetry site? Really?
My words and thoughts are so much more inappropriate
Than the others?
Fearful that I might subvert the poets?
Tear them from their pain and longing
Steal their happy moments
With my words
Really?
You have no idea how your cowardice ****** me off
You in your fear cannot stop words
Or thoughts
I spit on your sniveling censorship
POETFREAK
POETFREAK
POETFREAK
I will take my things and leave
My closet full of wrinkled poems
And all you will hear are my footsteps
Out the door
I attempted to post the  poem "Valhalla" at poetfreak and was censored. ***** them. I have already posted it here and am not reflecting on Hello poetry
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