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"ahed" poems
Make your Next move Two. paces. forward. three. paces. left. New position protection of the weak inferior to the mightier. One. pace. forward. disposable casualty of the battle slice me open take me into the other with your strong hand. Zero. paces. Stay seated and think ahed, safe, behind the wall of marble bodies. DO NOT let them in. None left. Battle won. Take me away to remind me, that at the end of the game the king and the pawn are still put away in the same box.
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Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 2:26 AM UTC
Chess
The sailor didn't know much about the sea. In fact, he knew nothing at all. But when his little boy looked up at him with admiration, how could he speak of his failure to know his own profession? With his son propped up on his lap, he began to tell a tale of the vast seas and the heavy gusts of wind that were strong enough to throw a grown man overboard. And as his boy oohed and ahed, the sailor felt something akin to guilty pride. It's a shame he didn't listen to his own storytelling, for one day, it was his turn to be blown away by the wind and swallowed up by the sea.
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Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 11:21 PM UTC
The Sailor
Hurrying...pacing fast the time... Can you hear my beats..its so **** loud! What my time would be of value.. Standing on the mount of death.... ****** **** me...beat me with a cane! Do something, just don't leave me insane! Cops crowding my doorway to listen to some **** Nothing, just those insominate fools! I have also been through dark alleys And the dead bodies have also been carried.. But have i cut my neck and fed it to the birds? Trust me, this world is an opportunity not a curse! Maybe you'll not be in a mt. Rushmore head But yes...you'll get 10% of it... To make your parents proud With sweat and blood they cried out loud! Just not to see you in the mount of death.... Just take a step ahed.......black.
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Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 7:13 AM UTC
Mount of death
About to go to sleep Resting on my soft bed Listening to the soft beat of music taking me under But something keeps me awake Somethings coming a change is up ahed I feel it on the back of my neck It's like someones watching me I open my eyes My room is dark I look out my window My breath fogs off the glass I cant get this feeling free I just can't Every night i go to bed thinking about something My Life at school The people that treat me like garbage How i will get revenge on them My friend Drifting away from me How I get them back Sometimes i think about what to say to people or sometimes i think about people Sometimes I dance alone in my room to taylor swift Because the guy i like really does belong with me. Yes, I know a basic night for me These things always keep me up at night They keep everyone up at night But this is different Its the same feeling i had a year back Something bad happened I know its coming I hope it comes soon so i dont have to deal with this anymore. Its like im Being haunted. By My Past By My Present By My Future, most of all So i will ignore this feeling and try to get to sleep I have had to do it before I just have to ignore the pain And trail off into a blissful darkness where only dreams disturb my thoughts.
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Nov 11, 2010
Nov 11, 2010 at 7:39 PM UTC
sleep Now
About to go to sleep Resting on my soft bed Listening to the soft beat of music taking me under But something keeps me awake Somethings coming a change is up ahed I feel it on the back of my neck It's like someones watching me I open my eyes My room is dark I look out my window My breath fogs off the glass I cant get this feeling free I just can't Every night i go to bed thinking about something My Life at school The people that treat me like garbage How i will get revenge on them My friend Drifting away from me How I get them back Sometimes i think about what to say to people or sometimes i think about people Sometimes I dance alone in my room to taylor swift Because the guy i like really does belong with me. Yes, I know a basic night for me These things always keep me up at night They keep everyone up at night But this is different Its the same feeling i had a year back Something bad happened I know its coming I hope it comes soon so i dont have to deal with this anymore. Its like im Being haunted. By My Past By My Present By My Future, most of all So i will ignore this feeling and try to get to sleep I have had to do it before   I just have to ignore the pain And trail off into a blissful darkness where only dreams disturb my thoughts.
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Nov 11, 2010
Nov 11, 2010 at 7:39 PM UTC
sleep Now
17 years ago a struggle started to find within what i have been missing you see i been missing a lot of things The fact is that here i am not the guy for anything '' I am not who the person who is typically someone that is treated with respect Not many people believed in me Well those 17 years of anguish hard work failure come to a ahed because i wanted at first was to hurt anyone who ruined my life but i decided on this You took something that took me 17 years to attempt its simple i use my superior intelect to take what i need in my life
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Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 11:18 AM UTC
leaving 17 years of memory's behind
I wish I had an arrow to befriend A slender beauty with veinlets etched in gold In which tales flowed of battles unresolved— songs of wars that it had never fought Bearing a blade forged from flames envied by the crescent that rips its way through the dark I would choose it out the nameless others patient in the quiver and show it off to the winds Watch the sly sun kiss it’s carvings her nimble fingers swirling about —it’s rich purple sepals and their unwavering grace I would let it touch the worn-out bow that, voiceless, had words to scream in vales, and in dens levelling its fletching with the callous string I would pull — oh, moors ahed, and moors behind moors beneath, and all inside— It’s unblemished tip smirking up the yonder Slaying all voids in the way — oh, born an icy weapon unborn still I wish I had an arrow to befriend I would let free the trapped string impatient, always, to flea and watch the moon lurking beneath the day Watch him brutal, — watch him cold As if expecting lightening to sprout out of my eyes Utter a silent curse I would Knowing I could not add to his bruises I would feel a star burning by the edge of my eye My bird soaring towards its doom and into the moors, I would sublime — I close my eyes against the sun grasping for the bright of my blood that lurks, lurks beneath the shadows of my gaze— grasping, and grasping still— I wish I had an arrow to befriend
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Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 4:31 AM UTC
The bright of my blood