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Skin is just a
Color

Age is just a
Number

Girls are just
Human

Religious people are just
Believers

Oh why do we discriminate?
Why won't we let these people come in?

Is it because we are afraid?
Or are we just bad people?

Everyone and everything
Is on one planet

Be happy you're alive
And let everyone in
No discrimination!
I should have known better, I should have known more.
I should have listened to an old friend before.
He told me things I thought was lies.
Because of this I ended in demise.

I should have known better, I should have known more.
I should have noticed that you can’t look at me in the eye before.
I told my peers that you’re kind and benign.
Who knows that at this day you’ll draw the line.

But its fine, I’m not that disturb.
Of the crestfallen things that I’ve heard.
Still I’m fine, I’m just alright.
Doing things that I seem right.

I’m surprise about your vibrant sinister smiles,
Never thought that it’s just covered with cheap bright dyes.
The weightless words coming from your mouth was all lies.
I should have known better, I should have known more.
I should have never trusted you before.
I was betrayed, stabbed in the back and left deserted.
I have acquired a terminal illness,
that lies deep within my fragile heart.
It shall set my soul into Abyss,
when tomorrow comes, and take its part.

In pain and burden I have suffered great,
Because of the blunt, that I have taken.
That has rendered me, a shattered faith,
Thus affection must be forsaken.

Now with the remnants of my being,
I have to pace forward and venture forth.
To seek relief and vestal healing,
in the cold lonely sea of the North.

Where I’m bound to uphold my duty,
As a nostalgic sailor I may be.
longing for her complete amnesty,
that I think I’ll never live  to see.
Im open for friendship. :)
(Line 1) Panther

(Line 2) Sleek, graceful
(Line 3) Running, hiding, emerging
(Line 4) Happy to be free
(Line 5) *Cat
Cinquain poems are five lines long with a certain number of syllables or words in each. Cinquain poems do not rhyme. There are many ways to write cinquain poems. Here is an example of one cinquain pattern.

Line 1: Title - one word or two syllables
Line 2: Description or example of the title - 2 words or four syllables
Line 3: Action about the title - a 3 word phrase or six syllables
Line 4: a 4 word phrase describing a feeling about the title or 8 syllables
Line 5: Synonym for the title - one word - 2 syllables

Note: This is not my own poem, this is just an example i got from this cool website.
(http://schools.pinellas.k12.fl.us/educators/tec/Tondreault/Kinds.html)
#learningpoetry
I just want to write and wish nothing more
Just to express my sentiments and desires
Bringing messages to liven and restore
Through immortal words that never expires

That lights and kindles blazing fire of hope
Through each and every one of your dull souls
Covering void spaces and pitch-black holes
Wrap you with warm love on each downward slopes

If you are feeling down and kinda low
Just look at the vast blue sky and smile
Breathe and reminisce for a while*
And through this your bleak damp heart will glow
Feel my heart :D, its warm and cuddly. HueHueHue
My girlfriend was so pretty
And normal as could be
But then something horrible happened
And changed her entirely

One day she was sipping coffee
A spider fell into her cup
It was too late when she gagged
And realized she had swallowed the spider up

The next morning when she woke up
And scratched her sleepy head
She discovered that overnight she had grown
Eight spider legs and a giant spider head

She screamed as she crawled out the door
And shrieked when she looked into the mirror
Her spider senses tickled and twitched
And made my poor girlfriend quiver

Her life has never been the same
Being half a spider and half a lady
At first I wasn't sure I could continue dating her
I mean, just imagine starting a family and having a spider baby!

Sometimes I think and wonder
What to do with our lives
Normal is seeing your girlfriend shopping
Not chilling upside down from the ceiling watching Desperate Housewives

Sometimes its quite funny
To see her browsing at a store
Where she’d usually buy a pair of shoes
Now she’d have to buy three pairs more

When I couldn’t take her shopping
And tried to run off with the guys
She spun her spiderweb and caught me
And took me by surprise

I’m so sick of her spider antics
I really wish we were done
At first she was a lot of nice things
But now my spider girlfriend is no longer fun

I took her out to dinner
And the only thing she ate
Was a plate of fried houseflies
And a glass of lemonade

When I tried to hug her
Her eight legs wrapped me tight
They gave me such a shock
Eight legs were such a hideous sight!

I couldn't take it anymore
I broke it off with her and made her understand
But now I really regret my thoughtless decision
Because now my girlfriend is dating Spiderman.
Mary Jane must be furious at the guy's gf :P
Afraid  of  this  miserable  world
I  found  peace  in  my  loneliness
Discouraged by the society
And being an insecure mess
To  be  lonely  I  guess,
is  simply  the  best.
they say whenever you dream about someone
they're dreaming about you too

so whenever i stab you
shoot you
drown you
*** you

do you dream the same?
its one of them nights
Quarks, photons, gluons: sub-atomic particles:
Quantum fluctuations
That wink in and out of existence.
Where do they come from?
Where do they go?

There must be somewhere else.
Somewhere beyond our space and time.
Outside our multiverse,
Our Realm.
A parallel dimension next to ours.

Heaven?
Who knows?

We ourselves are made of particles:
Many a water molecule,
blinking in and out.
So in effect we are dead
As often as alive.

But am I God?
Are We God (assuming You are Real)?
Yet we have little power.
We can’t be God.

Maybe We are The One Mind,
Dreaming all together.
Dream Creations in our very own Dreams.
Within our virtual, mortal shells.

We are caught in an infinite,
Vibrating energy stream,
Perceiving an illusory Virtual World,
Living the Dream together indeed:
The One Mind.

Paul Butters
Inspired by a TV science programme featuring Stephen Hawking, which led me onto the writings of Geradus Tros. (Words added later).
A “rich” serving of honey
With lemon garnishing
Sprinkled atop.
Ever hard an itchy
unscratchable itch.
i.e one that you aren't able to scratch on your own.

10w*
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