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a coupla poems.
some quite depressing with no meaning to them at all. xD; most of the depressing poems were written during cheery periods. nothing recent though -- it's all at the very newest five months old, and at the oldest dating back to mid-fifth grade. still and all. let me know what you think please!

also; there is a reason I wrote every single one of these. I'd rather not take the time to publicly explain it right now, but if you want the reasons, pm me or comment me here and I'll let you know. thanks~
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Dying

Falling away, tormented voices screaming around me, they scream.
Red pain splatters on the ground beneath me, I bleed it, I bleed.
White light deafens my thoughts; I can’t reach them, to grab them.
I can’t: I won’t: I am unable:
I…do not know
anything
anymore.
Bring me peace. And so,
death.



Time-Biding Abysses

Formless time-biding abysses floating somewhere in Nowhere
Tendrils of searing brightness
Creep downward,
Shredding…
Ripping…
Tearing…
I
Am in shards



Without Existing
Myriads of paths scream before me.
They are shadowing, falsely mirroring this maze.
Blind deafness catches me as I,
Unknowingly,
Fall vulnerable prey to it.
In my nakedness,
Deafening pain hugs blanketlike about me,
And probing tendrils lead me falsely about corners.
They drive me, unseeing, deeper away from myself.
I am lost,
Without myself.
Somewhere, I Am,
But intertwined rainbows of pain
Convince me otherwise.



Willow Tree/Family

Through all winters, and summers, all seasons included,
A weeping willow tree stands thick with pride.
Like a family, this willow shades when you’re hot,
It protects when you’re afraid,
Sends the sun off when you need to hide –
And in the same vein of a family,
Listens as you tell it your troubles.
Paradise consists of two things:
A family, and a weeping willow.
Paradise is simplicity in its most exquisite form.



Lustful Melody

Thoughts like bubbles
Rise from my feet.
They burst about my head
In a pop-rock beat.

The faults of others
Swarm ‘round my head.
Tickling my chin and cheeks,
But I’m unknowing to what they said.

To many I’m just another
Weirdly out-there girl,
But I know there’s one who
Matches me to a flawless pearl.

So the fantasies that sing
My lustful melody
Are not so lost,
For they may sing eternally.



FMD Poem

Flicker, zip, dart, waver.
Scatter, loop, flit, dive.
But only one illusion might catch this
Being.

Fade, shine, settle, disappear.
Lead, inspire, trick, rescue.
But only one illusion might catch this
Being.

Cling, reveal, save, scare.
Hide, scar, protect, confuse.
But only one illusion might catch this
Being.

Silenced wings of a /F/irefly
Are only caught by

Brilliant streaks of a /M/oonbeam
Are only caught by

Gorgeous Heavens of a /D/ream
Are only caught by

The groping fingers of night
…If not each other.




Grandpa

Grampa?
Are you still there?

I miss you.
Who knew a kidney
could cause this sadness?

I’m afraid, Grampa.
Don’t leave me.
Remember all the happy days we spent together?

I remember them, but I don’t miss them.
Not really. Not yet.
Not the way I will miss you.
Truthfully, not even the way I miss you already.

Because I never expected them to end.
I thought that, maybe,
They would happen again. So I expected them.

But now I know they might not.
I love you, Grampa.
I wish I could tuck you away in my pocket,
and protect you from all the scary things in this world.

I love you.



The World's Unraveling

The world
is toppling over
like a tower of a child's
building blocks.
And all to hold
it together
is a simple
gluestick.




Memories

I try
hard to remember
what I did after -

I don't
want to think
about the night when -

I saw
your inquiring eyes
And you saw my own set,
pained.
And then -

I Was.
You Were.
We Were.

I Knew.
You Knew.
We Knew.

That all
anyone could know
wouldn't possibly inclue the
exhiliration of
Being -
Knowing -
Seeing -

But I do not remember.




Dancing/Fantasies

Dance with me...
Fulfill all your fantasies...
Let your soul fly loose
As
The song matches the beats
Of our hearts.

Like the wingbeats of a bird
Taking flight,
The song quickens
So
We race to meet it,
As one.

Fingers intwined,
Eyes held as though with a lock,
Feet mirroring each other,
We
Glide over the crystal floor
Without a worry.



Unsmiles

i will
SMiLE
like it doesn't
HuRT
and say it's
aLL RiGHT



The Griffin

Glorious feathers gripping fast to these
Softly stirring wings, fanning
An awe-inspiring beast.

Grass tickling at neatly polished knives,
Hiding secretly under a floth of sandy fur,
Piercing fine, dewy ground.

Eyes viewing the world past slitted lids,
Beack folded neatly within the luff of a plush tail,
And tufted eares perked alert to draw the scarcest sound.

This beast of such vast honor,
Lays harmless as a fond touch,
Atop the round of a hill.



Foreverland

I'll dream a dream
I'll drema a fantasy
I'll dream a vison
Of you.

I'll grab that hand
I'll grasp that hand
I'll hold that hand
Of yours.

You'll lead me off
You'll guide me off
You'll take me off
To Foreverland.

We'll breathe in a gasp
We'll breathe out a sigh
We'll breathe together in unision
And still our eager hearts.

I ask you
I'd like you
I want you
To real this dream -
This fantasy -
This vision -
Of mine.



and le gasp, I have unearthed poetry from fourth grade and early fifth grade. o=
let's see the awfulness. dramallama
[[these were school assignments. five cool points if you can identify the types of poems. XD!]]

Fantasy
unreal, mysterious
wondering, surprising, confusing
unicorns, dragons - - - life, problems
shuffling, changing, exciting
hard, centered
Reality.



Elegant koi fish
Dwell by waving seaweed
In the clear water.



There once was a small yellow kitten
Who saw a beagle outside sittin'
But he was quite rude
He stole the cat's food
And made the kittn's collar stop fittin'.



Unicorn
Good, beautiful
Healing, helping, befriending
Magic, peace - - five, battle
Hurting, destroying, lying
Bad, ugly
Dragon.



Mermaids
Beautiful, calm;
Swimming, singing, humming
Sitting on the beach
Happy.



blooming flowers grow
into the colorful field
releasing their scent



All I could do was watch and stare
At the party thrown by the magic bear.
The unicorns would dance,
Santa's Reindeer would fly to France,
And dragons flew through the air.


'tis all.