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**Poetry war!!
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Posted 5/7/12 , edited 5/7/12
i like all flavors,
chocolate, vanilla, honey,
its not the colour of your skin im partial to,
but rather if your funny.

A guy who makes me laugh so hard i cry,
is often hard to find,
but ones who do i can't deny,
stay longer in my mind.

i do so like variety,
the cute ones, artistic,
some rugged,
(what is it with me and rugged types?)
lovers of music, of poetry,
of life its self,
who do not wish to own me.

yes i dream of campfires,
nights under moon lit stars,
of surfing in the rain, followed by pick-nicks
and sleeping in your car.

i dream that you'll like the food i cook,
you'll like my wild ideas and ways,
that one day we'll travel around the world,
though it my take us days.

Although i know not your name,
can't picture yet your face,
i long for the day i meet you,
and so i'll sit and wait.


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Posted 5/11/12
Quite an aspiration. Quite a dream,
now all that's left is the test of time.
It isn't a question of possible themes,
but your effort to make a reality of poetic rhymes.
Your ideal "guy," still a stranger as it seems,
so for an invisible man, is it worth the risk of a crime?
Or will you'll follow the common stream,
and die giving up your wishing mind?
Posted 5/11/12
Don't talk to the parrot,
lips don't seal.
Hush it up not, your ballot
spins the wheel.
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Posted 5/20/12

i am one who lives in hope,
if not for my dreams that bind me,
i could not see the way in life,
or wish for it to find me.

many friends oft seem to slight,
'you live a world of fantasy',
pray tell you must,
is that such a crime?

i am my own choice in life,
i am the path i tread.
No world for harsh tongued girls and boys,
shall enter to my head.

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Posted 5/25/12
There is no need to be up in arms,
as I believe it that we mean no harm.

Wishes give hopes and smiles that are irreplaceable,
but the story of your life is not that of a fable.

This reality is built upon broken dreams,
to much dismay as we have it deemed.

But if truth be told, I appreciate the darkness of despair,
because only then does hope light up in a flare.

If everyone had their wishes be fulfilled,
there be no reason for our living will.

I am not saying that such ideals do not matter,
but be prepared if it is indeed shattered.
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Posted 6/6/12 , edited 6/6/12

chai how i love you,
in words one can't express,
i would but drink you all my life,
if one could so permit.

In nights when rain preforms,
the sounds of my great orchestra,
curled up between cool, crisp sheets,
closed eyed, i take a sip.

Is this not heaven?
if i could so but taste perfection,
i would find it here.

pass you on i shall,
to my children, and their children's children,
for a drink such as this,
one would do well not to forget.

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Posted 6/6/12 , edited 6/6/12


Very deep. I give you creds for that, since it's really good. I used to write poetry like that, until I started liking certain rap music, so now my style kinda changed. Though I'm glad, because I used to write depressing stuff. In my opinion that is. Lol.
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Chai is alright, I can tolerate it at best.
I favor Peppermint above all the rest.
The smell of spice, and the taste so nice.
Leaving my mouth to feel fresh as ice.

A cooling sensation that peeks my delight.
Only when the taste is just right.
It's the highlight of my day, and it's here to stay.
For even if I'm tempted I just can't turn away.

That's just my favorite, for the taste I adore.
Every ounce I get I just crave more and more.
I do my best to savor it from time to time.
So Chai is your favorite, while Peppermint is mine.

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Not as good, but I just like rhyming. ^_^.
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Posted 6/23/12 , edited 6/23/12
i like it ~ ^ ^ its been a while so here i go ~

Am i chasing a shadow...
for i never see your face my love.
Am i chasing a dream?
deemed false from the start.

See me,
truly all that i am
Nothing more, nothing less,
but a tender place to rest your head.

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Posted 7/6/12
Thank you but I am not tired right now
I shall sleep when the wolves howl
Are you a pillow with feathers inside
Or an engulfing calm watery wave tide
Whichever you mean i will take in
Please do not consider spamming this in the bin
I worked 5 minutes to write this text
Although it is not absolutely complex
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I like poetic paragraphs
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The wolfs howl as the moon rises. The hunt begins ,they prey will fall. I am neither a pillow of feather nor a tide of watery calm, but I thank you for taking me in as none have done. The life of a hunter is a lonely one, but with u here I can bear it a little longer
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Posted 7/6/12 , edited 7/6/12
I think I did good at first but I soon lost inspiration I did it in a few minutes so it's no surprise
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Posted 9/1/12
Dark rough paws against cold winter frost,
the pelt of ash and dirty grey moves through the thickened white.

Given how he wants to survive and not have his life lost,
he keeps his mind sharp and body out of sight.

But with the glacier night illuminating as he stands upon frozen rock,
it is a spectacle of nature's elegance that can only twin that of the moonlight.
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Posted 9/4/12 , edited 9/4/12
his breath feels hot against my skin,
and yet i feel the blade of jagged claws draw near,
no shelter in him could i find,
but beads of sweat of earth, of death

twas not the bitter winter that bound him,
but the hope freedom that lingered on like rain...
a warm bed to rest his head, a simple dwelling would suite him well,
Alas for him this could be,
there lies no escape from the darkness

slowly,
it grows quicker still,
Such anger, the thrill to kill.
"Twas not his fault" she cries aloud,
he was her only son.
"from darkness there be no escape,
not when the moon is full,
spare then the life of this innocent child,
for he knows not what he does"


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Posted 9/8/12
Young or old.
Guilty or innocent.
Dead or alive.
Every person remains a child in their mother's eyes.

Right or wrong.
Mad or sane.
Gifted or incapable.
A mother's love will remain forever immeasurable.

Young or inexperience.
Incapable or helpless.
Innocent or guiltless.
The wrongs of a child is something every mother will always miss.

Confession or convicted.
Insane or cold-blooded.
Imprisonment or death.
That is all the world thinks when a child kills his mother's last breath.
Posted 9/11/12
Why do you all bore me
Like trying to see out of a foggy window,
it get's so damn tiring.
Until I see you cry,
and the window clears.
A face appears with meaning.
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