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Couldn'T Write Tonight

Countless poems I've tired to write
But unfinished they still remain
Either i can't find the words to say
Or put in place the right refrain

My pen is begging me to flow
String words along into prose
But writings not an easy task
Of this I surely know

Some nights the words flow freely
The nights where emotions are in control
I love these poems the most though
I never find them dull

My mind can rhyme all night
Such a talent is elementary at most
So I try to put it to good use
My pen gliding with the ease of a ghost

On such a night as this though
When the lines just dont want to form
It's usually due to tumultuous feelings
When I just write to calm the storm

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Waiting

I wait...but the wait's pointless.

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Don'T Stop!

Yes, I will follow you up to the brink.
Take a deep swallow, and try not to think.
Don't stop! Don't stop! I'll take the dive!
I need this now to feel alive.
Though i have followed you only this far,
Don't stop! I'm still healing all of my scars.

I'm climbing higher up to my own dreams.
My soul is on fire, harder then it seems.
Don't stop! Don't Stop! I'll tell my self...
I follow you and no one else.
My reason, my hope, my one fleeting light.
Don't stop! Just guide me on through this dark night.

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The Chair's Request

I walked into my living room
to catch up on some reading.
I set upon my favorite chair
and to my surprise it started speaking!

A grumbling and rumbling from beneath
and the chair huffed, "Do you mind!
It's awfully hard to breathe you know
under the weight of your behind!"

"Every day you sit on me
Without care or notice of my condition
You don't clean or dust me and
I'm not musty on my own volition."

"I want you to reupholster me please...
Make me look brand new!
THen it might not bother me so
to continously bolster you."

"I'd lock amazing in a pattern I think.
Black and blue with a fleur-de-lis?
Or maybe stripes in green and gold!
Think how incredible that'd look on me!"

"Please my favorite breathing creature
Do me this favor I do beg of you.
I know I'm old and comfortable
But please make me look brand new!"

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The Lonely Tree

I stood, the lonely tree
In a forest of false faces
Turning into silence
Making use of empty spaces
Taller then the rest I stand
Looking out over many lies
A tapestry weaved of deception
Colliding to illude the eye
A bird perched on my shoulder
Sings to me a song of peace and joy
Bringing new found peace and life
That the evil try to destroy
The sweet melody speaks of hope
In a world that is quickly falling
It's a mournful cry for help
The children of the world it's calling
We stand now, a united forest
Listening to humanites cry for salvation
And we root ourselves in hope
All is takes is a dream and determination.

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A Man of Words

A man of words he was, and words he was alone
For actions never followed, the words he so condoned
And though spoken with eloquence, grandeur, and ample grace
His words seemed not matter when the matter came to face
He spoke of plans to travel, hitchhike highways and sail the seas
Alas his trips were always delayed, claimed he'd catch the next breeze
He spoke of flying and diving, and how he'd tamed ferocious beasts
But for all his words and phrases, he didn't know west from east
A man of words he was, and words he was alone
His words hold no true value, and as he talks we groan
He claims to have a fortune, but he hasnt spent it yet
For he can't make up his mind, which lavishments to get
He owns houses all over the states, mansions and farms too
But when asked to prove his fortune, he won't show anything to you
His words are just that, spoken sounds, letters and vowels
Spewed forth from somewhere within, his compulsively lying bowels
He was a man of words, but a man of words he is no more
For someone figured out the truth, and dropped him overboard offshore

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A Box of Memories

I came upon a box today
That I had not seen in ages
- So I decided to take a peek

A Billy Idol cassette tape
A carousel charm keepsake
- I remember wearing it for weeks

A rhinestone button fallen off
My favorite outside coat
- I used to wear it everywhere

A picture of my dog who had
One eye blue and one green
- Taken from me too early, it wasn't fair

A piece of my adult front tooth
Knocked loose from a fall on the pavement
- Gosh, how much that hurt!

A "best" half of a best friends charm
Shine almost completely faded
- The word "best" caked with dirt

My favorite star eraser
Colors ranged from red to blue
-Never wanted to make it erase

The hot wheels care he gave me
When I was only 6
- When little brother still showed some grace

A elementary check yes or no
With no checked in bright red
- My first lesson in rejection

A wooden cross pendant
I always used to have around
- When I thought it was enough protection

Last but not least
A letter I wrote to me
-Full of hope and wishes and dreams

My eyes have teared up
But i'm still smiling
-At this box of memories

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Deaths Bell

For whom now hath the death bell tolled?
The answer, for thee, a soul weary and old.
Did thou know times line was ever thinning?
I regret to inform, this battle, thee isnt winning.
Wipe away the despondant frown dear old man.
Time's up and thee knows it now as thee did then.
Turn about thy eyes and look upon this hollow shell
Of the person, of thou body, that thee knew so well.
Thou say thee still had too many loose ends,
Family to bid adieu, severences to make amends.
For now, dear sir, deaths bell hath tolled.
For now, dear sir, deaths bell hath tolled.

Think of it as a new beginning.
Think of it as a new beginning.
Thy soul, thy mind, they now fly free.
Connected to each other, much like the earth and sea.
Thou does not need thy flesh upon the white bed
Already lost to bacteria being readily fed.
Thou should be exuberant, why so bleak?
Thou is no longer sickly, decreppid, and weak.
Thou claims life was not supposed to be over just yet,
Even though thou now stares at thy body thee left...
For now, dear sir, deaths bell hath tolled.
For now, dear sir, deaths bell hath tolled.

Thou is no longer a man.
Thou is no longer a man.
Thou is a spirit, a ghost, a voiceless whisp of wind.
Judgement times comes now, will thou soar or descend?
All thy faults, are on the scales, now stacked.
Will thy good deeds outweigh leaving thy soul intact?
Accept thy life is over - Heaven is euphoric and hell is deep.
It's pointless right now to implore mercy, it's pointless now to weep.
Judgement passed old heart, may these words but pacify.
They soul is thee's to keep, worry not and swiftly fly...
For now, dear sir, deaths bell hath tolled.
For now, dear sir, deaths bell hath tolled.

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I Gave My Name To the Sparrow

I gave my name to the sparrow
Perched on high and wintered bough
And he stared at me quite strangely
I should have expected so

He hopped from branch to branch
Head cocked to the left and then the right
And as I sat beneath his tree
He kept me company all night

I guess I was a sight to see
Clad in only mather natures clothes
Huddling in a shivering ball
A hint of crimson on my nose

The sparrow started squaking
My hands flew to my ears
For his boisterous voice I heard
Was not a sound one would revere

Hours the sparrow sang horribly
May have been heard miles away
I did not get his reasoning
Or why he carried on this way

I figured it out soon enough
When i heard the voices, close but few
The sparrows obnoxious squawk
Led to my grateful rescue

So now I always carry breadcrumbs
Incase I happen by
That helpful little sparrow
Who happen to save my life

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Conversation With Myself

-What do you really want?
        I've told you, I don't know!
-But you do, don't lie to me!
        No, I promise, I don't
-What are your dreams made of?
-Can you answer that at least?
       Marshmellow, cats, and poetry,
       Paperclips, the ocean, and peace.
-Why can't you answer me seriously?
       Why must you always ask the question why?
-Becuase I need to know, you know?
       But I'd much rather lie.
-Come on, please just talk to me!
       Can you imagine how this looks to them all?
-Whatever do you mean my dear?
       ...Talking to myself against this wall...
-No one is even watching you!
       But someone is bound to see
-Just shut up a minute and answer my questions.
       No, I don't feel like talking to me.