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Red Bergan Dec 2013
I fear none but see all,
My dragon comes when I call.
I control the elements upon my mind,
As they swirl within time.

I stand firm and tall,
Waving my sword in the wind.
My world is only a war,
As I fight to win.

No orders can tell me what to do,
I am a General of Skyrim.

My home is of bravery rest,
as my skills everyday,
are put to the test.

You fight for what you believe,
You die with dignity.
Honor boils in your veins,
As you try to fight free.

Freedom rings when a Warrior stands forth,
He or she shall be,
A savior to the world.

Within the World of Tamriel,
I am an Imperial Soldier,
And a Female.

Anyone can be a warrior upon strife,
Even within this war,
You can be right.

Join a side,
Choose your path.

You shall be victorious,
And will deserve a Warriors Death.

Challenge thy dragonkin now.
They will await your arrival.
Upon your dragon,
Shall become thy trial.

Tempest waves within the skies of Tamriel,
As the Dragonborn comes,
To the World of Skyrim.
IAUSHYJ Jan 2014
This poem is translate from http://hellopoetry.com/poem/warrior-of-tamriel-warrior-of-realitys-breath/

Zu'u faas nid nuz koraav pah,
Dii dovah meyz fod Zu'u for.
Zu'u imaar verin voknau dii hadrim,
Ol nust swirl tuum tiid.

Zu'u kriist firm ahrk faar,
Waving dii zahkrii ko ven.
Dii lein los nunon kein,
Ol Zu'u krif wah juh.

Nid uth vis gesaag zey fos wah dreh,
Zu'u los Kinbokein do Keizaal.

Dii bodein los do krilaan praan,
ol dii noot everyday,
los raal wah gor.

Hi krif fah fos hi korah,
Hi dir voth dignity.
Zin yoz ko hin sostrah,
Ol hi unt wah krif stin.

Stinun prenlon fod Kendov kriist veyl,
Rok uv rek fent kos,
saviik wah lein.

Tuum Lein do Taazokaan,
Zu'u los Lokolteiren Rahzun,
Ahrk Punah.

Naangein vis kos kendov voknau strife,
Orin tuum daar kein,
Hi vis kos ges.

Aav reid,
Unad hin zen.

Hi fent kos krongrahkei,
Ahrk fen deserve Kendov Dinok.

Jur thy dragonkin nu.
Nust fen saraan hin arosend.
Voknau hin dovah,
Fent meyz thy untak.

Kest riin tuum lok do Taazokaan,
Ol Dovahkiin meyz,
Wah Lein do Keizaal.

Fus Ro Dah !
Ruthie Jun 2014
It's almost 2am.
I'm kind of laying here in the hot, unnatural heat.
I miss you a little bit.
My insomnia has been bad lately.
I guess you're okay.
I'll just write about you for awhile until I drift off into the colourless world of pretend realitys promising to bring you back to me.
Dreams and 2am thoughts
Elouise Roux Jun 2011
I sit alone, with a thousand friends
Each is silent, but screaming.

I struggle hard.

Shouting
Begging
Pleading
Each is silent, but screaming.

I crave to respond,
Tho realitys clutch is tight.

Summoning
Appealing
Demanding
Each is silent, but screaming.

I fill with desire, yerning.
His grasp on me is slipping.

Come on!
We're Here!
NOW!
Each is silent, but screaming.

I evade his last restraint.

Embraced by each with pleasure.
Addicted, I stay in hiding.

Reality gone.
So am I.
kenny day Aug 2013
soapbox man has
measured the moments
in the the small wood floor room
she dose a wet step soft shoe little hip swing dance
to music only she and god can hear
and to her soapbox man is god
as she slides slowly thru the dense air of his self contained contentions
in the the small wood floor room
its freedom to her
soapbox man has come and she is here
to get her fix
of his brand of guns to subjugate the dead
and iron fist rusting in a vacant lot brand of rule
its freedom to her

echoes down the bridge road between realitys
a woman laughing in slow motion
the tread of boots on marble
oddly distorted pieces of conversation
that are appended to soapbox heroes
who preach
that those not with us are against us
and should be punished for their cruel foolishness
this is not heaven
its a place that wears the face of grace on earth
it wears the mask of memories warm and kind
its peace and freedom to her
its a lie
this is the nature of the human beast
what reality we dream is pleasing
no matter how toxic

in the the small wood floor room
she dose a wet step soft shoe little hip swing dance
to music only she and god can hear
and as time passes
and it eats from within
she falls to the floor
and crumbles to dust
a fragment of humanity
on a pergo floor
and its freedom to her
Tis the season to be dying
Not too jolly are the lines I'm writing
The hymns mimic my weeping soul
A tune strung with a broken bow

Frail lullabies drenched in sorrow
Wilting with the fading greens
We inhale clouds of dusty air
Cold and fragile as my spine

Tingling numbness in my heart
Like frost bites from within
The finale of an orchestra
An epilogue of sorts

Wintry hails in my disturbed mind
Raining like misfired bullets
From a shoddy gun
Burning letters into my hands

The poetry I craft not pretty
Lacking tales of sugarcoated reality
Mostly **** and somewhat edgy
Infused with truth and too much realitys
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Maby I'm the only one who wants reality
As for me
Im more than real
I am real!!!
I'm me!!!
Vampyre Kato Jun 2016
Eye Of The Over Soul, Direction Injection Over Load,
I’m Over Here, Over Head , Under Toes,
Saving Under Dogs, Like Aw Oh My God My Hands In ******* Braw,
Pants Dance A lot, Numbers Right, Night Candle Hot,
Dark Forest, Spooky Sounds Wood Black,
Theres No Taking A Should Back,
Realitys A Hoax, I Know That I Should Laugh,
Emotions Are Explosions, On A Clone Mask,
I Said I Mean It, I Own That.
Gold Is The Greenest, I Bleed It, The Zone Shack,
Armor Pours From Open Doors,
You Nasty Tweaking 4 bodys Sleeping All Weeknd,
Joking Sure, Of Course,
6 Plus 2, The Way Of The Gate,
Every Day Is My Birthday , Eye In The Cake,
I Cant Take Much More Of The ****,
That Yall ****** Say,
I’m On A Cliff , With Yo Chick,
Kissing My Limbs,
Mornings Start With Night Shower, We White Owls & ******* 6,
Rather Have Girls With Game Sticks, In Sweaters Squirting, Like Rain Drips
We Came With The Bottle ***** Djinn, Mystery Dripping From My Chin,
D & Me , Have A Way With Sin, It’s Not Likely To To See Kites Nicely , Where Our Bikes Be,
****** Naught Psychedelic Heavy Weights, Astral Flight ****
3 Plus 3 Blooming Healthy Chai Seed,
Percieve Only What The Eye Sees,
2 Eyes Bleed ,
mark john junor Aug 2013
soapbox man has
measured the moments
in the the small wood floor room
she dose a wet step soft shoe little hip swing dance
to music only she and god can hear
and to her soapbox man is god
as she slides slowly thru the dense air of his self contained contentions
in the the small wood floor room
its freedom to her
soapbox man has come and she is here
to get her fix
of his brand of guns to subjugate the dead
and iron fist rusting in a vacant lot brand of rule
its freedom to her

echoes down the bridge road between realitys
a woman laughing in slow motion
the tread of boots on marble
oddly distorted pieces of conversation
that are appended to soapbox heroes
who preach
that those not with us are against us
and should be punished for their cruel foolishness
this is not heaven
its a place that wears the face of grace on earth
it wears the mask of memories warm and kind
its peace and freedom to her
its a lie
this is the nature of the human beast
what reality we dream is pleasing
no matter how toxic

in the the small wood floor room
she dose a wet step soft shoe little hip swing dance
to music only she and god can hear
and as time passes
and it eats from within
she falls to the floor
and crumbles to dust
a fragment of humanity
on a pergo floor
and its freedom to her
for the guy i met in florida named freedom...nice guy
Leila Oct 2015
time usually heals faster than this
I must be stuck in some sort of time lapse
in an alternate dimension like abyss
my realitys been about to collapse
but none of it feels real to me
cause where can I go if I can't go back
and all i know is an illusion, a dream,
a black sky-what I discouragingly lack
is myself and all its esteem
my having fell victim to a strange hijack  
I go through the motions like a machine  
you see me functioning but im under attack
I need some fuel, some gasoline
or whatever will help me stay on track
cause I can only get so far on moon beams
and I care about progress, not you, not syntax
just the nightmares and the screams
that continue to haunt and entrap
my existence with their extremes
I need to hurry before I end up a maniac
tho I am kinda programmed for this routine
if someone would just get a ***** a map
i'd be gone and life less obscene
instead i get variations of prozac
with my misfortune..but i’ve seen
glimpses of my destiny and now I know that
the pulse of my heart, of my bloodstream
will guide me to the end of my suffering
Kaila George Sep 2016
The reality of the world
Stays blissfully
Outside my door

As it taps away
At the normality of life

The mundane voices
That whisper forget
Your fears as you
Face challenges
That are stewn
Along the forgotten path

You evade the dark pools
That appear from no where
In the shadows of you're mind

With tenacity you defy all odds
You smile knowingly to yourself
Take that you shadow from hell

You threw the gauntlet
And with each passing dream
The realitys that may be
Makes you all that you can be

The hero from your dreams
Coke blessers measured with the demons investors,
I sit like Uncle Fester, light my thoughts from the tongue, sprung,
See how many people hung, onto the words that strung,
Out the darkest pain, but still remains in the subconscious brain,
I'm not a preacher, or a teacher I'm just a divine leecher,
Tryna bring ya, back to the days of primate, wait it's never to late,
To push over realitys plate, so many full but still acting like, they never ate,
Degenerates, flexing independence, but riding government assistance,
I see ya in the distance, next to me I know ya hate me, take a gander at the sea,
Close my eyes, meditate the heavenly Van Gogh, imageries,
Motionless once im coastin, the cosmos waves heart of a brave,
Mighty leo though a virgo, splurge from my mental, break any detrimental,
Head bands worn like Naruto, swift as a bellow, the funky fellow,
Say hello, cherish the sky embryos, born to the damballa word infinite scholars,
Wear wisdom with no collars, next to jachin and boaz, I see these critics spaz, smooth tunes wrap, with a touch of jazz,
I crashed on earth, long ago from Pluto, parliament mothership child,
Mama knew was better, and papa left me with Coogi sweaters, no jello to go with my pudding,
Mismatched like bad batch of crack, ******* and all that, true black,
See where my hands at, magic wand is what ya staring at,
Ten gallon hat, oj black gloves, saw blood on the two turtle doves,
Wars lashing out, I cant cop out, no need to remain in doubt,
Cuz once the sunshine sunshine, all the darkness falls behind,
JaxSpade Aug 2019
Letters formed in the vision of the world
They were an illusion of representation
As photons of light became electrochemical signals in the eye

The construction of the world unfolds
In a visual pathway through a neurological
Switchboard in our thalamus
Of interpretation in realitys time

We can switch on our functional magnetic resonance imaging machines
And see the rate of blood releasing oxygen
To the brains stream of life

This neuronal activity
Is a human ability
And our tendency to error is detected by
Our anterior cingulate cortex habitually

While our perceptual fragments fit together
And the prefrontal cortices flex their right
Words apear in the poets mirror
And we begin to see the flight of a bee around a pomegranate

We dream down the hole of a rabbit

You may develop Alice in wonderland syndrome
And the world becomes bigger than;
or the smallest planet

Words are a habit

Each pen drawing a quills magic
Hocus pocuses an abbra cadabbric

The focus is the lens binoculars
Telescopic under a microscopes optic

The neurons fire
And we just can't stop it
BOLD
(Blood Oxygen Level Dependent)
Jonas Jun 2023
Hi Dad,

I called to say I'm sorry
sorry for how I treated you growing up.
Sorry for never breaking the ice, never trying to go through your walls,
while putting up mine higher ,
while you were putting up with me,
my behaviour, all your care met with nothing but disrespect.

I dind't feel like I could reach you back then.
Trouble you with my worries and problems.
I didn't think I was allowed, saw no room.
You've never been the emotional available type,

yet you were the most caring nurturing, supporting and reliable person I've met in my life.
You still are.
You were a string of stability in my childhood and after.
You've never been an authority figure. It's a little like you took my moms place ,when she had to put her needs above mine.
But you were hard to reach, so restircted by your parents upbringing.
"Don't act out, behave, keep up your appereance, smile, be polite, and most importantly don't ever bother anyone"

You were working a lot too.
I spend so much time alone.

Can it be? You can't be direct with your emotions,
you don't say I love you,
You say you're very dear to me instead again and again
hoping that the message sticks.
You say "what about going outside for a change?", instead of "Your behaviour is unhealthy son. We're going to change it.

Words aren't your strongest suit, mine neither
so you switch to acts.
Acts of service and quality time.
So easily overlooked. Not apprecciated enough.
Used and taken for granted.

I took it for weakness back than, and yes I used you in so many ways.
Over and over I insulted your kindness.

You're a bit shy too aren't you?
Never been the bravest. We both struggle with that.
You don't take charge you wait till the time is right, till the stars align and things take their natural order.
And if the time doesn't come than it will simply never happen.
In life that means you're often left, left out, left behind with the scraps.
It's unfair. But you endured. You're patient.

How much did others take form you? How much time? You never learned to mark your limits. Hard to say no. People pleasing is a habit that sticks and leaves you vulnurable.

You seem stuck and torn between worlds as well.
Somewhere between working and middle class, between liberal and conservative.
Between the family you grew up with and my mother you choose.
And me in the middle, after the break up.

I'm sorry, Dad, for not valuing what you gave and sacrified for me on the daily.
For washing the pots I left in the sink bruned again and again.
For showing me the islands of the Atlantic ocean every year,
watching dolphines and whales in the sea.
For cleaning the floor and chasing me up and down all of these mountains till evantually I grew to love it.
For cooking me meals after a long day of work. setting the table,
just to wait for me never come to the table and watch the food go cold.
And eat alone.

I was busy hiding away from the world. It was to much for me.
I wasn't welcome anywhere. Singled out from the get go.
Before I could even begin to think.
You wanted to push me into the world, so I fought that.
Trying was to hard and I didn't have much encouragment to fail and try again. The pull of fantasy and untoachable, strong heroes besting every trouble was to strong next to realitys horrors.

You were always ready to give me your everything,
to scrape out the last bit of yourself so I could waste it and throw it away.
Your trust in me was infinite.
I only ever used you for it.
Couldn't see all the love and pain behind.

I know loneliness, but know I realize you must have lived it too.
You probably buried your troubles in your work, shouldering it all alone, trying to provide for my every whishes without me giving you many good things to come home to.
Yet you never choose violence or let your anger out on me.
Although I could feel the frustration. I practically bathed in it.

Without thanks or aknowledgement. You did it alone. You fought for your place in my life and you earned it times over.
Thanks to you and Mama I grew up without toxic masculinity.
That's worth a lot. Thank you.

I hope you find someone soon who breaks that shell, who sees and appreciates you fully. Who pushes you further than you've ever been. Shows you things of wonder you can't even imagine yet
Through adventure and life.
I hope you life a long, happy and peaceful life.
You deserve it.
I hope I can be around long enough to witness it and support you for once.
And not to be selfish again and choose to check out. I'm trying

I regret our relationship growing up but it makes sense to me. We we're both stuck in our circumstances and nature. I just hope I can make up for it now,
Show you that you nurtured something worth it all.
Raised someone you can be proud of.

I love you Papa, please take care of yourself.
WhatIHopeToFeel Jul 2018
You think magic is seeing a wand emit sparks and spells
But I see it in the brilliance of a light bulb
The flowering of a bud.
You see wonder in the world's you see in your mind
I see it in the realitys I have not yet visited.
You see miracles as a single light, shone from the heavens
I see in it in every act, every day.

I see misery in every life.
I see sadness around every corner.
I see greed in every hand full of money.
And I see lifelessness in everyone I see.

But despite that
I found a way to live.
Not by wishing on a star
But by the beauty around me.
The city lights at night
The flowers by moonlight
The wispering winds in my ear.

I see such heinous act in the light of day
But at night I see my fantasy world come alive.
You don't need the glass promise of a world unseen
You just need to find it in your surroundings.
Because at night
That is where the unique come out to play.
Asha Kimo Dec 2019
Yes sometimes I’m lost
Confused on what I thought
Was true and was real
I believed what I feel
Walking in place
With a dark creepy taste
Intuition can't face
Realitys disgrace
Temptation was wrong
For Patience lives long
Now my Sanity takes a seat
As slowly my feet
Start to run after me
And I looked to my back
As I run for the start
And I see a dark man
Racing straight after me
my body starts to cry
My mind starts to fly
Memories come fast
My vision won’t last
His voice screams to run
Yet his face says hold on
This race is not fun
So even faster I move
O his soul I must lose
For every step I take
He takes two times two
My blood turns blue
Suddenly I can’t move any further
I look down and the ground seems closer
It opens and I’m thrown into fire
My mind says it’s okay but I know I’m a liar
The burn is worse than any pain that’s real
So I close my eyes and pretend to not feel
And I lock up my memories in a box of steel
The key I crush under my heel
And pray to god that hell is not real
But this fire keeps burning a bright white fear
Into my heart and breaks out tears
Reality is lost, mixed with clear
Fogs the mind with uncertainty
Never will you see clarity
Soon you lose all sanity
Talk yourself into charity
Burn and burn like serenity
Try to fight but it’s useless thoughts
That convince your soul into hopeless shots
Into the veins like clueless shame
Take the part it’s you to blame
The highs not worth your life today
Or the you that you’ve thrown away
So take back what you lost
mistakes, Never believe a foe
your trust should take
A seat on the throne with all you sake
It's hard to see, blinded no light
I'm starting to feel.
I lost my fight
Enemies hide inside plain sight
Never too late to turn to right
Right feels so wrong
When life just drags on
Wrong lingers and quietly reaps
In that forsaken closet you swore would keep
A broken lock the shame you sweep
A stronger persona you try, don't weep
If it's meant to be then it's meant to be
You can't change a path that's paved for me
Judy Hitchcock May 2018
I rememeber driving on the highway that day
Cars passing - people with their busy lives
Windows down, music turned up
A million songs were playing, I heard them all
But for me, The Sound of Silence resonated 

I tried to remember the time
I felt like them...
Thinking of my tomorrows and my responsibilities
In an instant, I learned to "just-be" in the moment
I heard each lyric and the memories permeated, relentlessly 

I saw a little girl
Hanging out of a green pick up truck window
I envied the innocence and free-spirit, 
she instinctively conveyed
Unburdened by realitys' quiet presence

For a moment I felt the nostalgia of childhood 
The sweet smell of summer and the promise of "forever"
And when they took the next exit, our eyes met 
And we waved goodbye to eachother 
She'll never know the bittersweet taste she left in my mouth that day

J. Hitchcock
Sarcastic exemption
of a flaky perception
Based from confession
of realitys active. Ambition
In the pond of natural living
With ripples from
Instrumentals and pencil shavings
Making a difference
I make war paint from a lead base.
Head case...
Metal taste.. no ammunition gets silenced...
I'll talk violent for a second...
*** i get primal in consecutive sentences in rhyming...
I **** silence like whiskey
And speak my mind for a living
Seeing for blind ness...
And leaving Jesus on my chest peace
*** i really hate violence
No wishing.. you get it...
Apprehension is fatal...
Defy the great depression
In fact *** you pray to the bible
Dollars dont add up...
Its just a paper you make the American Bible...
Like dare to stand against dead presidents...
Like I dont care which ******* terror mode I go
I'm sure my soul will get heaven...
If God shows me to find home
*** i **** nothing but whiskey...
Mister... had so many sins
family dried when my eyes out
Cry till its cried out
And got protected by harder pressure
Than process of diamonds.
From coal. Like the..
Empty soul of the devil
Better get mind blown
And my boys rose pedal eyelids
And rhymes of a child's soul
I know this wise whiskey spoke
I heard a note.
I see I speak from seeing
Only what I know....
Thats my poem...
Hope you like it bro
Nellie 55 Jan 2020
I admit I'm a little depressed
Full of guilt the I yet can't process because I'm so **** stressed.
I know I'm a bit boring to read
But I'm here hoping to look back at this **** if I ever succeed
I can't explain how I feel
But this pain is something I can barely handle and deal.
I've let myself down
I've been ready to isolate in misery just to drown
The bright lights are scary
Hid myself in the dark does that make me crazy
I don't even know how to be myself because i no long know me
Has happened yet I've got to set a goal for this discovery
I'm always talking to myself
Wait a minute I'm hearing the clock tick tick
Am I dreaming again or is this realitys *******?
**** I'm so **** depressed
Missing the way I use to rule the world now I'm just overwhelmed and full of regrets
What's happening to me?
Is there a way out of this labyrinth?
Well **** it I'm in the mood to fight again
Hopefully to draw blood or break something
Either way that type of pain doesn't compare to the pain I'm feeling
I guess it's back to healing
All though I've got no insurance for this mess
Guess I'm a just isolate and stay depressed

— The End —