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    Rekliner

    Rekline and laze and fall asleep.
    a pleasure says her lips.
    she sits to rest, release the thought.
    the leather Ďgainst her hips.
    she pulls the lever close to her,
    she lowers soft and slow.
    and on command the seat reforms,
    to lay her like a real pro.

    that thought pops back in.
    sheís relaxed her guard just enough,
    too much for her
    and such and such.
    she grasps the leather,
    still there right?
    she eyes the lever,
    but canít pass the loud pounding headache.
    no problem. stand up. just to talk.
    the br - hello?
    hey! how have you been? tell me a story.
    wish i could, best friend of mine,
    but you sound so tired of the story sometimes.

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    ^_^ that was such a cool poem!! ^_^ so simple and madness



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    Here's mine. Note that this isn't the first poetry I wrote, although this is the very first poem being posted to an outside audience (school assignments don't count BTW).

    Life Imitates Art

    The lover searches for the other
    Oíer the midnight hour
    Threads of fate woven together in a mosaic of constellations
    The patchwork representing their undying love

    The love embraces the pendant near the heart
    Feeling the beats of a smooth yet monumental rhythm
    An orchestra of emotions freeing from the bondage of shyness and ridicule
    Playing stanzas of surging excitement, falling fear, and climatic uncertainty

    The lover returned to the spot
    When they first met ten years ago
    Arriving now ten minutes past the clock
    Yet the journey felt like ten hours more
    A pile of land insignificant by many, scorned by some, admired by few
    And only embraced by two

    The lover looks oíer the midnight skies
    As if vouching for the Will of Heaven for guidance of where the other might be
    Creating icy chills as the other makes way, forging a coat of despair
    Welling up inside like some kind of malicious parasite; feeding from the scourge within

    The lover yet remains steadfast despite these urges, promising not the break the seal
    Safeguarding it so that it may never be broken
    For otherwise, it may release insecurity, mistrust, and lust Ė the three ingredients that undermine love
    Comparable in destruction to the accursed box of the naÔve maiden
    And incalculable in magnitude

    The lover and the other reunite
    The rhythm relaxes in tranquility
    The spot now becoming something of significance
    The demons shattered
    The seal was not broken
    Holding each other, looking into each of their unwavering eyes, waiting for those words to arriveÖ
    Instead all that comes out is a vanishing goodbye

    The lover and the other knew they had to part
    It was as fate had other plans for them at the start
    Finally, at long last, they let go and head off on their own ways under the midnight hour once more
    Because in ten years more, theyíll be ready and true love will once again show

    -Chris R.
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    Enter
    I'm just living the lie
    Here I sit waiting to die
    Watching as you all fly
    Off into a sombre sky

    Living the lie with others
    Them and thier mothers
    Little kids and brothers
    Lost souls and lovers

    Welcome to the lie my son
    You can be an actor, a star
    You can go anywhere alive
    No touch brings a scar

    People bring thier kids up
    To believe in ****in miracles
    Then they ask why it is
    They're angry when they find it aint true.
    One more round; one more low.

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    ben, Hide Dave

    lurker, tinkering with locale.
    all over nine footfalls back.
    informed, absorbing, overheard.
    hawk-eyed, gawk in check.
    bat-click, clueless talk.
    expertís access, lobotomy.
    informants give plenty of glimpse,
    to ben ely.

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    THE EAGLE

    The eagle soars above us,
    Too graceful and peaceful to cause a fuss,
    Surrounding our nation in pride,
    So we protect it side by side,
    The eagle is great,
    And we follow it to our fate.

    Is it semi-decent?

    DESTINY

    Our destiny is our path to which we end,
    But along that road we intertwine with others and and our paths both bend,
    But it always has a purpose no matter what,
    Even if you're a lonely mutt,
    So keep on going even when it seems like it has ended,
    Because even if it seems like that it can be mended,
    Run and hurry to fullfill your fate,
    Even if you fullfill it late,
    It shall still be done and all well,
    Unless you don't and go to hell.

    And that one?

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    The whole thing is an analogy about me and this girl I know that recently moved away. I figured two appropriate roles would be the hunter and the robin, since, well, my last name's Hunter and her name is Robin. So this was a tribute to her.

    Some lines you might not get that were sort of inside jokes:
    "The Hunter's left-hand wrong" is a reference to how she said my left-hand was always right, because it always hit the right spots if you catch my drift. The line about my beer being sour is a true story-- for some reason I got really shitty sour beer once but there was no way I was going home or going sober, so I drank all of my sour beer and felt like so much shit but she comforted me the whole way. :p

    Tomorrow
    The birds are so damn pretty
    The hunterís left-hand wrong
    Their relationship never ending
    Living this way all the long

    Chirping at midnight hour
    Is a robin perched in a tree
    The hunter, his beer is sour
    But his taste for her is sweet

    He canít reach her if he tried
    And his aim was never that good
    So they sit adjacent, wishing to die
    Without much but her song to fuel the mood

    ďSome day Iíll get herĒ he said
    ď Maybe tomorrowĒ
    ďSomeday Iíll find herĒ he said
    ďMaybe tomorrowĒ

    ďSome day Iíll get herĒ he said
    ďMaybe tomorrowĒ
    ďSomeday Iíll fill her world with lightĒ
    ďAnd kill the sorrowĒ

    The branch represents separation
    But his mood never declines
    He thinks about how good sheíd taste
    For days and weeks of the time

    He wonders about just how sheíd look
    ĎCause heís only seen pictures so far
    He wonders if sheíd be just like he thought
    ĎCause heíd like her just how she are

    And maybe one taste would be good enough
    To make him ever so slightly moan
    If he could have one little taste of her
    He could get her whole when he was grown

    ďSome day Iíll get herĒ he said
    ďMaybe tomorrowĒ
    ďSomeday Iíll find herĒ he said
    ďMaybe tomorrowĒ

    ďSome day Iíll get herĒ he said
    ďMaybe tomorrowĒ
    ďSome Iíll kill her worldĒ
    ďIgnite the sorrowĒ

    Adieu,
    Zak Hunter

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    Dark
    Darkness is my brother
    Always a friend in need
    The others all walk away
    Darkness comes to stay

    He's my friend
    And you will see
    His ways are my reality

    Hating the sunlight white
    Flying into every night
    Living life without spite

    Hate my life
    And you will see
    I hate your sanity

    Hate hate hate
    Love love love
    Hate to love the darkness
    But kiss it goodnight

    Listening to every word
    Laughing at each heard
    Telling you it's a fuckin lie
    Today party, tomorrow die

    The 'kiss it goodnight' thing is just my way of saying sometimes we hate what we want - doubt many people will get it, but it's somewhat meaningful to me.
    One more round; one more low.

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    Every Little Moment is an Image in a Photograph
    For every step you take
    For every wound you make
    For every time you fall
    For every foot you crawl

    For every taste of wine
    For every time you dine
    For every single deed
    For every time you plead

    For every promise you break
    For every illness you fake
    For every time you cry
    For every little white lie

    For every little scrape
    For every birth you celebrate
    For every time youíre scorned
    For every death you mourn

    For every time you cry
    For every time you want to die
    For every piercing that you rip
    For every mushroom on which to trip

    For every tattoo to explain
    For every time you play ďthe gameĒ
    For every party you attend
    For every broken bone you mend

    For every sport you like to play
    For every time, inside you stay
    For every line you memorize
    For every brain behind your eyes

    For every wish that donít come true
    For every old that becomes new
    For every day you come to waste
    For every kiss you yearn to taste

    You live
    Inhale
    Exhale
    And lie

    Birth
    Breathe in
    Breathe out
    And die

    Adieu,
    Zak Hunter

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    SelfHelp*

    All these verses are to appease my anger with myself.
    For falling foolishly so fast, but Iím past it.
    Your kindly ways were finely gave,
    Yet friendliness explains this.
    And nothing more is set for sure.
    The foolish way I interpret.

    Now I let go, late like always,
    But not before being sore.
    Venting verses of my hate
    For you, I thought, but no.

    That bitterness was mine to give
    And mine to take for angerís sake
    Of how my heart would shake,
    When nothing ever shook it.

    So I end the tension
    For the original intention
    Of friendship.
    My heart will pay more attention next time.

    *no lasting effects, check expiration date

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    Vain in this usage means worthless!

    True Love is Vain until it Hits a Vein
    Oh, baby
    My love for you is as long
    As this song
    And I know it canít be true
    Cause Iím done

    I actually sung this before I wrote it at a party, that time of the party when it's pretty much over and everyone is just sitting around tripping instead of rocking their asses off. So with my buddies acoustic I was singing some shit, and the girl I was with that night told me to sing a song for her. So, with a big long beautiful song planned I tried to belt some shit out, but only got to the line "As this song," when I ran out of words and thoughts, so I ended it accordingly.

    As drunk as she was, she loved it.

    Adieu,
    Zak Hunter

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    Love, hate
    Why do I hate you so much
    When I dream about you
    Why is this my cycle of life
    Will my feelings ever be true

    I can't trust myself to love
    Because inside I hate so
    Don't trust the things I say
    Believe what we don't know

    Hate me hate my world
    Hate the fact I can't love
    Kill the fact I hate so
    **** off like a dove


    Yeah I'm a little angry, and a bit sleepy when I'm writing this one.
    One more round; one more low.

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    Hello
    Helloóitís me again
    Your sick little puppet
    Call me what you what Iím
    Just an inanimate object

    Fuck me like you did last time
    Make me shout your name
    The release it brings release
    But it still donít kill your pain

    Iím your little puppet
    Your fucking little puppet
    You fuck it and you suck it
    Try to kill away the pain

    Iím your little puppet
    Your fuck stick on the ground
    As much as Iím inanimate, Iím
    Always here when youíre down

    You call my name
    When you canít find the vein
    When the needle donít work
    And you still feel the pain

    Shout my name
    Shout my fucking name
    Shout my name, tonight
    Shout my name

    Helloóitís me again
    Your sick little puppet
    Strings are drawn, puppeteer
    Are you ready to fuck it?

    Helloóitís me again
    Your sick little puppet
    Call me what you want Iím
    Just an inanimate object

    Helloówhenís the last time
    Weíve said hello, anyway?
    Last time we met you stripped me down
    And put me down to lay

    Helloócan I hear a hello?
    Puppeteer you make me sick
    I may be made of wood and shit
    But mark my words, I ainít no fuck stick

    Helloófuck you, fuck fucking you
    And fuck your fucking attitude
    And fuck those drugs and things you do
    And fuck the needles that you use

    Helloófuck your face, fuck everything
    Fuck this life, this world, itís insane
    Fuck your box, those fucking games you play
    Cut my strings cause itís all the same

    Helloómother fucker, itís time to play
    Puppeteer hoist me up, show me the way
    To go home, cause Iím lost and I got no one to guide
    And my strings may be cut, but I ainít broken on the inside

    Helloó

    Adieu,
    Zak Hunter

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    Despite how much swearing you have in your songs, and how much i disagree with the subjects - I love the way you write , its awesome and yeah ^_^;; <3



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    Wow, Tainted. Despite the curses, I love the refrain. =D

    I was bored. ~_~




    Life unwinds
    Slowly, one by one
    Unraveled pain
    Contemplation
    Of death

    Beginning Ďtil
    A new sunís risen
    Threads of gold
    Weaving across
    Cutby scissors

    A childís play
    Life in their hands
    Relishing
    The sweetness
    Tasting the bitter

    Succumbed to facts
    Aesthetic ethics
    An altered law
    No more bliss
    Or mere foolishness?

    Deep within
    The pits of black
    A strangled line
    Of losing time
    Too late to turn back

    Simple first
    Inquisitive meet
    A dangled kiss
    Abandoned of lust
    Frowned upon both

    Mystified looks
    But she does not care
    A naivetť heart
    For the one she wants
    Reason she aches

    Opposing one
    Reflection of hersí
    Him, a willful pride
    A stubborn streak
    He does not care

    ĎTis too late
    She had been warned
    Futile pleads
    A desperate cry
    To nonexistence

    Morning dew
    Resting on leaves
    'though cut harshly
    Sunís golden threads

    Evaporating

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    Thanks you two.

    For this one: railroading is also a term to describe looking for veins (tracks) to shoot up (heroin.)

    Railroading
    All aboard my little Choo-Choo
    Finding the tracks thatíll make your day
    Climb aboard my little train wreck
    Buckle up and let me take you away

    Let me take you under my wing
    Iíll show your eyes everything
    They need to see, you see to believe
    Even the strongest will bleed

    Choo-Choo goes the train as weíre railroading
    Finding the right tracks in this maze
    All aboard goes the conductor, his bright smile showing
    Find the right train, címon itís only a phase

    Sit back and enjoy the ride
    When will it end? Any time
    Now, at least if I think Iím right
    In this state I donít know day from night

    Let the light outside show you the way
    ĎCause I ainít all that bright today
    But I need you, baby
    I need you, little lady

    Choo-Choo goes the train as weíre railroading
    Finding the right tracks in this maze
    All aboard goes the conductor, his darkness growing
    Find the right train, you never cease to amaze

    I will support you when you fall
    Iím always here to aid the call
    Just lure me over, find the right lane
    And show me inside your strongest vein

    I wonít support you, maybe contort you
    Maybe leave you blue
    I wonít be needed, youíre fucking conceited
    Itís not all about you

    Choo-Choo goes the train as weíre railroading
    Finding the tracks in this maze
    All aboard goes the conductor, his black eyes glowing
    Find the right train, itíll be one of those days

    Youíll find me anywhere you care to look
    Every cranny, every nook
    And even where I dare not say
    I will watch you pay

    Close your eyes, look on the inside
    Close your mind, do you confide
    In me, I seem to be so needing
    Of the way you say today youíre bleeding

    Choo-Choo goes the train as weíre railroading
    Finding the tracks in this maze
    All aboard goes the conductor, his black heart showing
    Find the right train to kill the pain

    Choo-Choo, can you hear it coming?
    Choo-Choo, can you feel the shake?
    Choo-Choo, I can hear your words are mumbling
    Choo-Choo, here comes the train, a life to take

    Twist from tracks, a path cut anew
    Train lay broken, body askew
    And in these days, the train insane
    I ride just to hide the pain

    All aboard!

    Adieu,
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    poem! i hate adding background so figure it out yourselves

    "Saving Friday"

    The last cat callers are out
    Guess youíre working tonight
    You would say that Iím judging you
    Or should I just listen to his ass
    Like luring slurs roll to formulate-
    Lifeís precious, savor.
    You gasp and swallow for it
    From name starts with a J
    To vainly resuscitate
    Youíre mired
    Reflection

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    Broken From the Tracks
    You say that youíre perfect, baby I heard it
    I donít need to hear it twice
    You said you can teach me, maybe release me
    Maybe that would be nice

    I may be different, but I ainít consistent
    I donít need you to hold on to
    You might think itís easy, baby, you tease me
    Just wait until Iím through

    You think youíre better, maybe with a sweater
    Cause you ainít the best Iíve seen
    And itís all created, baby you fake it
    Youíre better in my dreams

    Iím not complete without hearing you say
    How you want Earth spinning your way
    You got a conscience, why donít you pray?
    So maybe youíll have someone hearing you say

    Donít base your decisions, off the world that you live in
    Cause sometimes it just ainít right
    You say you can change me, maybe exchange me
    To better represent your sight

    And now you resent me, plain out condemn me
    For what I believe is true
    Baby, weíre unique, even though youíre weak
    The world donít revolve Ďround you

    You say that youíre perfect, you ainít worth it
    Not worth an hour or two
    I donít want you to teach me, donít want to release me
    Iím fine just the way Iím glued

    Iím not complete without hearing you say
    How you want Earth spinning your way
    You got a conscience, why donít you pray?
    So maybe youíll have someone hearing you say

    Iím not complete
    How you want Earth
    You got a conscience
    So maybe youíll have

    Hearing you say
    Spinning your way
    Why donít you pray?
    Someone hearing you say

    Adieu,
    Zak Hunter

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    Well, we just did our most boring unit ever in English for the last three weeks [actually, we just started Romeo and Juliet, so I shouldn't talk, my teacher should be able to ruin that for everyone], and as the final big thing everyone in my class had to write a narrative poem. Here's how the first two days went:

    Teacher: Ok class, today you all work on your poems. They're due friday!
    *chaos ensues*

    Here's how last Wednesday went:

    Teacher: Ok class, today you all work on your poems. They're due monday!
    *chaos ensues*
    Steve: What should my poem be about?
    Me: You should take over the world.
    Steve:...
    Me: ...with eggs plus.
    *steve gets writin'*

    Here's how Friday went:

    Teacher: Ok class, today you all work on your poems. They're due tuesday!
    *chaos ensues*
    Me: What should my poem be about?
    Steve: Eggs Minus.


    So there you have it. Just thought I should give you a little backstory before I went into the poems, so now, I present to you....


    Stephen Lyman
    4/18/05
    Block 2

    The Adventures of Steve and Eggs Plus


    Come child, let me tell you a story
    Come closer now you donít have to worry.
    This is a story of the greatest adventure
    And this is due to popular conjecture.

    And now on with the tale!
    Itís the greatest ever written.
    Donít pick your nose Billy, thatís not very good,
    And Mary, why donít you put down that kitten.

    There once was a chicken holding boy.
    His name happened to be Steve.
    This chicken boy was full of joy!
    He had found the golden chicken.

    This chicken was a special chicken.
    It laid the scrumptious eggs plus.
    They cost a lot of money, so you had better be rich,
    But if you can get them, itís a must.

    Steve decided to market these eggs
    And put out of business eggs minus.
    He partnered with Shawís
    And planned to put out of business eggs minus.

    The marketing team set the price to one million,
    The shipping team set up transportation,
    The grocery store team set up the display area,
    And Steve went to oversee the arrival to the American nation.

    "Hey you! Be careful!" Shouted Steve.
    "Those eggs are a million a pop!"
    "All right, all right," said the stock boy.
    "Iíll be careful! These eggs, they will not drop."

    On opening day of the brand new Shawís Plus
    The eggs made their debut.
    Bill Gates showed up and bought a few,
    And a hobo showed up and got the boot.


    "Weíve made a killing today," Said the manager of the store.
    "All those celebrities and millions galore!"
    "Weíre not done yet," Said Steve to his cohort.
    "We can open some vendors in Canada and make even more!"

    Those crazy Canadians and their beavers went wild!
    Never before had there been such an occasion,
    That eggs plus came to town to be sold to the people.
    As a promo deal, it was buy one get a box of raisins.

    Canada went so well that Steve wanted to expand.
    He put up shop in land after land.
    He out-built McDonaldís and Burger King combined.
    There was no stopping him. He would not stop for any man.

    He went to the sun and built a Fried Eggs Plus.
    He went to the moon and created the Eggs Plus Colony.
    He went to the ocean and made Underwater Plus.
    He went to the prison and set an Eggs Plus Felony.

    Eggs minus was still alive, though.
    Affordable by the people of the norm.
    They tasted not as good,
    But the cost was just about the same as an ear of corn.

    "How will I do it?" Thought Steve.
    "They must go out of business!"
    "ÖI know what Iíll do!" Steve thought with a smile.
    "Weíll partner up! Itíll be craziness!"

    Steve had some talks with Jimm of eggs minus.
    They agreed on their terms and got their business together.
    Then something surprising happened!
    It was very unexpected, and it involved two bids of a feather.

    The chicken saw the hen,
    The hen saw the chicken.
    A couple of censors later and there was a new egg for sale,
    It was eggs neutral! They could make both businesses fail.

    This eggs neutral had both the qualities.
    They tasted mighty fine and cost the same as eggs minus.
    With the different eggs and their similarities,
    Jimm and Steve could spread their kindness.

    They sent these eggs everywhere,
    To all their shop locations.
    People bought them up by the masses!
    It was like they were cheaply priced gas stations.
    Bill Gates didnít need to spend so much now.
    The people could get some.
    They could get it in mass.
    The new marketing scheme got many to come.

    There were so many that they fed Ecuador
    World hunger was completely over!
    South America was happy, they celebrated much.
    They transported by helicopter, because they could hover!

    There was nowhere these eggs werenít.
    Steve and Jimm got rich.
    They bought the whole world!
    They cleaned it up and got rid of every glitch.

    And that, my children, is the whole tale.
    Thatís why thereís no tax, or borders, or leaves.
    Steve and Jimm hate leaves, they mess up the pool.
    And thatís why the world is ever so cool.


    Jimm Warren
    4/19/05
    Block 2
    The Adventures of Jimm and Eggs Minus



    Gather round, young Ďuns
    and I will tell the tale.
    I doubt if it will be much fun
    But quite frankly, I really donít care.

    It started long ago - late night!
    The time - Seven P.M.
    Whilst staring at the tube - so bright!
    Jimm started - heíd heard the hen.

    He ran outside and ate the hen
    to stop its wretched cawing.
    Then he hopped on the toilet, and when he was done
    "Eggs Minus in my bowl!" he was bawling.

    Oh how those eggs diínt glow nor pulse,
    no, nothing extraordinary about them.
    No sheen, no shine, these eggs were dulls
    Misshapen, and the color of day old phlegm.

    He picked one up and sniffed at it
    ĎTwas no great gift for the sinuses,
    as were the others beside that one
    All bad, those nasty eggs minuses.

    He cracked one in his pan so hot
    and cooked it to perfection
    Too bad - it tasted of Jungle Rot
    This wonderful confection.

    It was a rather stupid plan
    but then, Jimm was a stupid man.
    Though he, "my plan will work - it can!"
    As he sucked the egg out from his pan

    For years Eggs Markets had been run
    by chickens, hens, the whole bad lot -
    theyíd taken the business from the sons
    of the farmers with their heinous plot.

    They gave us what they didnít want
    weíd get the worst out of their crop,
    not caring for our tastes, theyíd taunt
    "We care not for your tastes!" Bull plop.

    Jimm gave a call to his pal The Erb
    "These people - so used to these horrible eggs,
    mine, theyíre slightly betterín what theyíre eating in the Ďburbs,
    Eggs Minusíll sell like good hotcakes - with legs!

    He hit up the doctor at his office downtown
    spoke up with a "doc, Iíve got a hen in my behind!"
    The doc looked at him kindly, turned his frown upside-down,
    "Take it easy, my good man, these things happen all the time!"

    He got the hen back, started selliní her eggs minus
    All the stores now his pals - Ďcept, of course, for Shawís.
    Even had his own assistant, went by the name of Linus
    Heíd won - The world was rolliní round in his paws.

    He cornered the marked for years upon years
    All were wantiní a piece of delicious eggs minus
    Tíother hens out of business, they were all up in tears
    He even set up some shops throughout all of the Chinas.

    Then one day they came
    Steve and his eggs plus.
    At first Jimm figured "No game!"
    But his employees had started to fuss.

    The eggs plus were amazing
    but at such a price!
    A million and then some kings
    Couldíve bought someÖ maybe thrice.

    Jimm: "They did good business,
    this eggs plus company,
    but their none-too-special prices
    left the victory to me."

    However, both feared their financial demise,
    so Steve, of eggs plus, who were doing the worst
    set up a few meetings - a merger would rise,
    but Jimm had a plot to leave Steve feeling cursed.

    Before he could see his plan into fruition
    As terribly bad as it was for the Steve,
    Something happened - a thing interrupting his mission
    That thing changed the world, and left no one to grieve.

    The chicken saw the hen
    The hen saw the chicken
    A couple of censors later - thereís a new egg for saleÖ
    it was eggs neutral! They could make both businesses fail!

    This eggs neutral had both the best qualities
    They tasted mighty fine, cost the same as eggs minus!
    With the different eggs and their similarities
    Jimm and Steve could easíly spread their kindness.

    They sent these eggs everywhere,
    to all their shop locations.
    People bought them up by the masses!
    Like they were cheaply priced gas stations.

    Bill Gates neednít spend so, now
    The common people could get some
    They could buy all theyíd want, even buy it in mass.
    The new marketing scheme got billions to come.

    There even so many that they fed Ecuador
    World hunger was now completely over!
    South America was happy, and they celebrated much
    The eggs came by helicopter, as no one could hover.

    There was nowhere on Earth these amazing eggs werenít
    Steve and Jimm, well they struck it rich.
    They had so much money they bought the whole world!
    They cleaned it up, freed it from every glitch.

    And that, my children, is the whole long tale
    Thatís why thereís no tax, nor borders, nor leaves.
    Steve and Jimm hate leaves, for they mess up the pool,
    And thatís why our world is so eff'tlessly cool.


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    Me, You, Tomorrow?
    Just another scratch on the wall
    Another fuckin mark in the world
    Merely another dying human being
    Yet another fuckin waste of life

    Another fuck up in a lustful world
    Or at least that's how it feels to me
    Yet another mix of flesh and blood
    Just another fuckin modern man

    But at least I'm the same as you
    We're all together in a fucked place
    Never going to get out of our home
    We sit in our own graves, we smile

    Each morning we wake up and talk
    Each night we go out for a walk
    Each day we die a little more
    For what tomorrow has in store
    One more round; one more low.

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    Elements

    The elements rage around us,
    With us oblivious to them,
    Fire burnes all in it's path,
    Water can rage and others fall into it's wraith,
    Wind teares all apart,
    Dark slowy separates us from those of who we love like poison from a dart,
    Light guides us towards good and away from despair,
    Ice can break us or leave us alone being quite fair,
    Lava seeps down a mountain burning all in it's way no matter where they run,
    The forest is neutral harming none,
    The earth can shake killing many and leaving people sad,
    But all elements are both good and bad,
    No matter how evil they seem they are like people; only hurt when mad.

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    Heh, this is a poem that I wrote for the Neopets poem contest, I happily won

    The 25 Uses of Dung

    Dung, dung, wonderful dung.
    Dung is so wonderful, especially when flung.

    You can make it a dolly, a sword, or a shield,
    Or you can fertilize a big green field.

    A playpen, a pizza, a couch or a chair,
    A basket, a box, or a gooey shirt to wear.

    You can eat it or read it or wash it with a Dung Sink.
    Have a carpet, or a shelf, or hurl it at a ratfink!

    Chew the Chewing Dung! Sit on the Dung Armchair!
    Embroider your shorts with it for that extra flair!

    Of course, thereís still the Dung Smoothie, the Dung Reclining Chair,
    The Dung Cream Sandwich, the Dung Shelf, even Dung Underwear!

    Iíve surpassed twenty-five; my list just had to grow,
    But I probably didnít have to use all those synonyms for throw.


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    This is a poem I wrote for a 'close friend' eh heh..

    For A Moment In Time

    For a moment in time, and spaceÖ

    I forget my pains, my suffering... My past that has haunted meÖ

    I watch your eyes softly glow in the dim light of the setting sun...

    For a moment in time and spaceÖ

    My history passes away, and all that is left is my present. Here with you...

    You hear my Heart beat softly, as you hold me closeÖ

    All I wanted was the worldís love

    All I want was acceptance...

    And until now I didnít realise...

    My whole world is in front of me...

    Wrapping your arms around me, and holding me close. Whispering words of a promise of forever in time and space...

    That you love me...

    And that will never changeÖ


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    It's a song.

    Sweet
    Your lips
    Are wet
    And so
    Are mine

    Maybe
    We could
    Find the
    Time

    To see
    Ourselves
    Together
    Forever

    And foreverÖ
    Yeah

    The life and timesÖ
    Forever
    Yeah

    Just a little bit
    (Forever)
    Just a little bit
    Yeah

    Deep in the moment
    Dug far within
    Rip past the flesh
    Burrow in the skin

    It hurts
    (Just a little bit)
    It burns
    (Just a little bit)
    Iíll cry
    (Just a little bit)
    Iíll die
    (Just a little bit)
    Yeah

    You say life is bitter-sweet
    But itís all the same to me
    So take off all your clothes
    And baby, touch your toes

    And I say lifeís a little-sweet
    (La-la, La-la, La-la)
    Lifeís just a little-sweet
    (La-la, La-la, La-la)
    Lifeís just a little sweet
    Yeah

    Adieu,
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    Religious Ignorance
    We sat in a smiling group
    Waiting til the day we die
    I went down a different path
    I realised the faith a lie

    What you believe is a lie
    Each day I shed a tear
    But I know it won't matter
    You live on guilt and fear

    One for one, life for life
    Fuck for fuck, hate for hate
    You go and kill children
    And expect fathers not to retaliate
    One more round; one more low.

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    Another song.

    Numb
    I try to please you all
    But it ainít workiní
    I try to get you off
    But itís just hurtiní

    I just donít know
    Itís so dumb
    I donít know if I feel anymore
    Iím so numb

    I push and I fall
    I teethe and I crawl
    I die all the same
    A man ainít a man without a name

    And whereís mine?

    I just donít know
    Itís so dumb
    I donít know if I feel anymore
    Iím oh so numb

    I say love is my greatest fear
    Everyone I love disappears
    Iím left broken, alone
    Nobody near

    I just donít know
    Itís so dumb
    I donít know if I feel anymore
    Iím so numb

    Thereís glass and thereís you on the other side
    Youíre anybody, but youíre asleep
    I could save you from slumber by breaking the glass
    But Iím too fucking weak

    I told you I donít fucking know
    Iím so fucking dumb
    I donít know if I feel anymore
    Cause Iím oh so fucking numb

    So fucking numb

    The sweet sound of sirens as the ambulance draws near
    I can no longer speak, but only listen as my eyes tear
    Itís so dark, thereís no one here
    Without love I have no fear

    I donít know the outcome
    This is all too dumb
    I canít feel anything anymore
    Everything is fucking numb

    Everything is numb

    Adieu,
    Zak Hunter

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    This is, like, the second "serious" poem I ever wrote. Awfully democratic, though.

    War

    I pledge my anger
    To the president
    Of the screwed up States of America.
    'Cause Bush is a liar,
    And an idiot at best.
    Should we really be trusting someone
    Who can't even pronounce nuclear?
    Or someone who may not have told us
    True reasons for war with Iraq?
    Is it glory? Violence? Oil?
    Or was Bush telling the truth
    And he is as stupid as I think
    To be chasing nonexistent Weapons of Mass Destruction?
    Never before.
    Never before have I felt
    That my country
    Was on the wrong side of a war.
    In the Revolutionary War
    We fought for our own freedom.
    In World War One
    We fought to defend a country
    That has gotten on the wrong side
    Of a much larger menace.
    And in the bloodbath of World War Two
    We fought for the freedom
    Of Jewish citizens
    And invaded countries.
    And now.
    And now, I know of no true reason
    For a bloody war with Iraq.
    WE are killing and killing
    WE are trying to gain
    Something that WE don't even know about.
    In the words of Louis D. Brandeis,
    "Behind every argument
    Is someone's ignorance."
    And the ignorance is that
    Of George W. Bush
    Forty-third President
    Of the United States of America.



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    the Magician and His Bag of Tricks
    abra, kadabra, alakazam
    the audience is swayed by he who can manipulate
    the surroundings
    no one is realizing that his world is just a sham
    fallen to the gluttonous void
    filled to the brim with riches and happiness
    that only few can possess
    but not with character, only with toys

    the magician wows us all with gifts
    and we let our grip on everything fall
    to the depths of great
    no one is realizing that their beliefs will shift
    they demand of him more
    and he promises as such
    but when they don't receive
    they begin to abhor

    the skies turn to ash and hell rises
    what have we turned ourselves to
    what have we become
    the magician laughs at us, he will defy us
    the sun sets
    and darkness follows
    eternal darkness waits for us
    and we've become his pets

    GET INTO HEAVEN GUARANTEED
    sin once more
    god will forgive you
    heaven waits

    ELEVATOR TO HEAVEN
    want to get into heaven?
    of course you do
    but how?, you ask
    it's really quite simple to
    forget all that the book tells you
    listen only to the preacher man
    god sent his son? no way
    you have to be a good person to reach the lands

    you have to visit god
    but only once a week
    and you can sin freely
    just not in church, that's bleek
    good things will happen
    if you donate your token
    listen to me, i'm god's right-hand
    at least ten percent will make it happen

    god sent his son? not true
    you can't get to valhalla that way
    i know what i'm talking about
    you can reserve your spot there today
    murderers and gays
    need not apply
    they're sins are far too horrid
    for them to even try

    it's okay to lie or lust
    every day but sunday
    just don't talk about it
    just kneel down and pray
    but only at church




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    I'm not too sure where this one came about.

    Depths of Death

    Spiraling into my river
    A river known as Death
    Styx, as you may call it
    But only I know its depth

    Forever stuck between life and this
    You think it's just f*cking bliss
    But all this will just pass by
    causing others to just mumble "Oh my"

    I'm back. Yes, I've risen
    Like the sun over your horizon.
    Toiling again, in your harsh labor
    But laughing without pity is my major.

    Create your own opening
    Follow it in
    Take a deep breath
    Then enter the sin
    Into these depths...known as Death.

    Fall back under, into the earth.
    Some would just feel their mirth.
    Glee arises, but you experience my path.
    For some time, all it is is my wrath.

    You feel it coming.
    It's maybe the closest thing to hell.
    Or is it?
    Maybe you'll know by the drone of the bell.

    Create your own opening
    Follow it in
    Take one last deep breath
    Then enter the sin
    Into these depths...known as Death.

    ...I'm not dead yet!

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    Angst Of Times

    Do we know the answers
    to the questions they ask?
    And can we?

    Do they know the questions
    for which answers they seek?
    Please tell me?

    Whisper to my ear these
    secret things, you keep them
    oh so well

    Chin to knees, clutch my thighs
    and calves, and let the rains
    freely fall.

    Are we prepared as said?
    Are we even ready
    at all?



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    Now this is a much lighter tone than Depths of Death, and more of my writing style. It's a bit of a lullaby, which has calmed me down at nights as well as some small children. Note some haikus.

    Emerald Sea

    Green blades of ocean
    Blanketing the world around us
    Calmness in your eyes.

    The Emerald Sea
    lies before you, and guides you
    Into a soft dream.

    Deep sleep, dream lightly.
    Into the emerald sea you surf,
    and rest in deep happiness.
    Heaven in your eyes.

    As dull and gloomy the day was,
    tomorrow will be better because,
    along the waves of verde,
    you are certain to be merry.

    Deep sleep, dream lightly.
    Into the emerald sea you surf,
    and rest in deep happiness.
    Heaven in your bright eyes.

    ...I'm not dead yet!

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    Cool nice and short poem,sango.

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    A song. Another one that goes with the theme: "rawwr drink my pain away."

    Kiss Goodbye
    Iím in no condition to make any decisions
    Iím fucking bleediní
    And thereís slim visions of inhibitions
    40oz to freedom

    I canít believe all these things I need
    To keep on liviní
    But Iím still alive though these things I try
    May do killiní

    And IóI canítóI wonít coincide
    I will but I wonít ever die
    Iím drunkódyiníódyiníóbut itís alright
    Cause the endíll never come for this night

    I canít conceive why I am bereaved
    Stripped and broken
    But still some time I step over the line
    Drunk and tokiní

    And why party if itís not hardy
    I think Iím wrong
    Erase away all my hopes and pains
    Pass the bong

    And IóI canítóI wonít coincide
    I will but I wonít ever die
    Iím drunkódyiníódyiníóbut itís alright
    Cause the endíll never come for this night

    Can everybody see whatís become of me?
    I canít hide
    I still believe that these things I need
    Only deprive

    They take away all my hurt and pain
    But not for long
    Cause in the end they return again
    Twice as strong

    And IóI canítóI wonít coincide
    I will but I wonít ever die
    Iím drunkódyiníódyiníóbut itís alright
    Cause the endíll never come for this night

    And IóI canítóI wonít coincide
    These things that live inside will never die
    Iím drunkódyiníódyiníóitís not alright
    Kiss me goodbyeókiss goodbye to this night

    Adieu,
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    Oo;; Lezta in the... the fanfic forums?

    Been awhile. Here is something I wrote a little while ago I'd like to share just... because. It's a poem! Not an amazing one either... most of my poetry was lost in a hdd crash.

    Nameless

    It is funny, I think, how the pain from so long ago,
    Is soothing. Time softens things, turns them into
    Blankets you can wrap around you. A face, long forgotten,
    Matched not even by a name can bring comfort upon its appearance
    That youíd not think existed.

    We talk of memories and I cannot honestly say I remember you but,
    Still, I find myself drawn, strangely, to your words.
    You speak of truth and I cannot find any, yet, I trust you.
    I talk of the present. I ask what youíre doing now and you
    Reply and Iím interested, really I am, and I want to know more.

    I think, once, I told you of feelings best forgotten.
    I think you have forgotten and I dare not bring them back up,
    Lest we shatter this blanket we cover ourselves with and turn it to glass.
    Youíre too innocent to be cut by me, face without a name,
    That remembers me so well.
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    Verse
    (How long in line must I wait)
    Theres not enough beds to fit you and I,
    so when we both die, together, as one,
    only one of us may survive the fall.
    And that wont happen. Not at the same time.
    (These grains of sand disintergrate)

    bridge
    It wont happen to both of us, here, now,
    because my pain will slit your throat, before
    you have the chance to slit my own.

    chorus
    The cardiac shards are sharper than they seem.
    This suffering is nothing but my dream.
    My cardiac shards falling to the ground.
    Knees to the chin, eyes shut, trying to block
    out the sound of your painful screams.
    Linger in the air, as you bleed.

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    Haw, here's another poetry I wrote up for my school assignment that I decided to showcase. I'm such a whore. XD

    Shakespearonomics

    Thou Evil Eyed, Dogmatic, Canker-Blossom you may be!
    And I wish that you agree, my dear friend next to me!
    But, whatís this? Only you would let me know, if the meaning was clear of my writing?
    A Sci-Fi novel, perhaps, maybe thatís it, that could be a relative of my tidings?
    Yeah, you know, on the Shakespeare festival your presence was there on that Friday
    Yet you also think my writing is trying too hard, are you not you say?
    Many mundanes know not of my talking,
    Or be able to talk to me not because they say I am speaking of what they know not
    Like something they are in a state of deprivation
    While I may be crazy, yes, I am said that I am of the one with coolness

    Even if I know of the Evil Eyed, Dogmatic, Canker-Blossoms that may be

    My biggest fear is that no one will understand what I just wrote. Or that my writing touches hearts and souls none at all. =b

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    That pendant you constantly mention
    tells less of your penchant for spelling than telling
    then maybe your golden and round little baby
    gets rabies and rips at the smallest of threats.
    At best.
    That's it. Slowly and lower and ten.
    Deep breath and exhale, inhale one.
    Ten one sit working? Quit jerking
    Twitch itch, and whoops look at you
    All golden and round.
    little bitch

    dratini by day

    haunter by night

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    An acoustic song I wrote. Sounds nice.

    Schadenfreude
    Iím fuckiní drunk, Iím sober as hell
    Iím standiní up tall, Iím crawliní, I fell
    Itís a beautiful day, itís pitch black outside
    Happiness surrounds me, I remember I cried

    Itís the breath of life, but Iím so dead
    Iím thinkiní about, but thereís no thoughts in my head
    Iím nourished with taste, Iím so thirsty
    Iím drinkiní a brew, the bottleís empty

    Misery
    I cut your wounds and then sew them shut
    I love how you depend me to fuck
    Misery
    I cut you open, I sew your decay
    I cause the pain, then I take it away
    Misery

    Iím dying within, Iím smiling today
    The skies are perfection, theyíre cloudy and gray
    Iím passive and preppy, Iím aggressive tonight
    Iím looking to party, Iím looking to fight

    The days they go by, the moments, they steer
    Every picture is blurry, every image is clear
    Youíre pretty and moviní, youíre ugly and still
    We can pull back the covers, then maybe weíll

    Misery
    I cut your wounds and then sew them shut
    I love how you depend me to fuck
    Misery
    I cut you open, I sew your decay
    I cause the pain, then I take it away
    Misery
    I take the pleasure in cutting you up
    I love the torture, and then how we fuck
    Misery
    I cut you open, I sew your decay
    I cause the pain, then I take it away
    To you I am God, but Iím tainted within
    The ugliest of angels injected with sin
    Misery

    Adieu,
    Zak Hunter

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    Just a fragmented picture
    Devoted to a shattered man
    A man who's mission was to live
    Who died when the shit hit the fan

    He was a kind man, a gentle man
    A creature of fucking genocide
    One of the first colonial settlers
    Enjoying the climates warm side

    The first settlers love to fight
    They thought they were right
    They had the will, the will to kill
    Plenty of native blood to spill

    And still these people sit in honour
    In the halls of the holy father
    Use your religion to cover racism
    Claim that your all in a way.. brother
    One more round; one more low.

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    Eh, figured that people post their poems in order for people to actually say something about them. So this will be a long list of comments for all the poems on this page.

    Kiss Goodbye: I can't really relate with the ideas (I don't drink myself), but the rhythm to the poem was really nice and strong. And the style suits the content nicely.

    Nameless: Beautiful, especially the third stanza. The metaphors really show the fragility of the relationship. it seems to be bordering between emotional prose and poetry, but that's a point of comment; I believe that poetry is in the eye of the beholder *coughclichecough*, and that no one can say "this is poetry" or "this isn't poetry". Anyway, good stuff.

    PancaKe's untitled poem: Wow. The words have been carefully chosen to cut... or maybe that's just my strange obsession with angsty stuff. Anyway, a different side of you really comes out when you write poetry, and your writing seems to be influenced by the music you listen to. I think. Anyway, hope you continue the poem. The fragment in your sig is very powerful, I thought they were actual song lyrics from somewhere at first.

    Shakespearonimics: lol, that was an amusing read. You should try a sonnet or something next time. And I did understand most of it, no worries, heh.

    dh's untitled poem: I hate to say this, but I don't quite get it, so no comment.

    Schadenfreude (what does that mean?): Same comment as aboe regarding the rhythm, and strong contrast/oxymorons used well. Although I don't seem to quite get their symbolic purpose (assuming the speaker isn't drunk, which is the only thing I can think of at the moment).

    Leon-IH's untitled poem: Very strong message I do agree that religion isn't an excuse for genocide. But I thought the rhyming was a bit strained, like sometimes it seemed words were used jsut to make things rhyme. Or maybe that's jsut nitpicking or me seeing things where they don't exist. Meh.

    Okay, now that I'm done with that, now onto my own poem, the only thing I've written this whole year. Was written as a prospective song, only no melody yet. So enjoy (oh yeah, highly influenced by haikus, random angsty, twisted minds and whatnot.) (Stuff in grey is whispered background stuff that won't actually be sung.)

    Song of a Twisted Angel

    Close your eyes, my child
    May you never shed a tear
    more than you need to

    Threatening devils
    The epitome of darkness
    Cannot touch your smile

    The evils of hell
    Won't affect an innocent child...
    Who's already dead

    Am I a saviour or a killer?

    Please forgive me, girl
    Your mother, your murderer
    I did it all for you...
    to save you from evil
    Turned your face to heaven
    Away from the burning flames
    Forever reflected in my eyes...

    I'm crying form shame
    My last memory of you
    Frightened beyond words

    Hazel eyes of mine
    World of triggers reflected...
    Hair smeared with our blood

    It had to happen
    Flames were lapping at your feet
    But your lifeless gaze...

    Am I a saviour or a killer?

    Please forgive me, girl
    Your mother, your murderer
    I did it all for you
    To save you from evil
    Turned your face to heaven
    Away from the burning flames
    Forever reflected in my eyes...

    Confusion
    Strangling my conscience
    Blind emotion
    Flooding my soul...


    Fallen angel, lost her wings
    Blown towards eternal damnation
    Better to die than to be burnt alive

    But oh, my daughter, how I love you...

    Please forgive me, girl
    Your mother, your murderer
    I don't know what I can do
    No redemption for such evil
    The past can't be undone
    But as you watch me burn in flames
    You might just realize...

    Perhaps you might understand
    mistysakura
    2007 Golden Pens: Co-winner of Best Poem (Rain Eternal) and Best Reviewer
    2007 Silver Pencils: Winner of Best Poem (Death Sonnet -- Untitled)
    2004 Silver Pencils: Winner of Nicest Fanficcer & Least Likely Couple (with PancaKe)
    Former 3-time winner of Most Dedicated Reader at the Fanfiction Forums
    Also Keeper of the 'A'ctivator Unown

    Brimstone Diamonds. The Artist. Tightrope. Solitude. Autopsy.
    Glitter (one-shot).
    Listen to Rain Eternal -- a song.

    Random thought: 2+2=5.

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