Turned up in garbage and I cannot revive it,


I am the president of the poetry club at school so I figured, might as well share my progression with you guys (the senior members will be more aware of the progression then the n00bs)

by the way, I read these publicly to crowds of people. They are made for entertainment, not personal reflection.

So, here it goes:

Man In A Special Guise

This poem is about someone (a man) being led into hell.

s it so hard to open your eyes?
It seems were screened from the beauty of this life.
Drop everything and leave your binds.

The path you walk will only lead to demise,
your blind to all thoughts and indignities, even your strife,
is it so hard to open your eyes?

Take a second to listen, your smiles aren't all that wise.
Your emotions, your thoughts are like a pain inflicting knife,
drop everything and leave your binds.

You've been behind a screen, they aren't your allies,
they would rather see you locked in a contemporary life.
Is it so hard to open your eyes?

This is it, I think your ready to rise.
There is nothing to fear. I'll lead you to the New World, where oppression isn't rife,
drop everything and leave your binds.

This is it, take a deep breath, theres the one with the Guise,
We'll be the last you'll see of this life, maybe next time you'll be more wise.
Is it so hard to open your eyes?
Drop everything and leave your binds.

A Precious Stone

Every night I bear witness
To the unknown limits concerning
The eternal yearning of my mind.

“Freedom” I would breath as
I am swallowed in protection
from hopes of affection unknown.

Reliving the day
Emotion to emotion...
Memory to memory...

There is always something
Fresh and unforgiving,
That peculiar joy, in hopes of living.

That something would be,
“A Precious Stone” held confined,
entwined, refined deep within.

Her name is well known
the envy, her trust,
Something only viewed as dust.

The greedy look their eyes
bemuse, something very few
confuse, just a thought rarely used.


Wishing, praying, breathing this stone,
Praying before that known only as the alter,
Something that could never falter beyond your beliefs.

And bear witness to
the unknown limits concerning
The eternal yearning of my mind.

That something would be,
“A Precious Stone” held confined,
entwined, refined deep within.

Fake
There are two versions of this poem, one which was written originally, with bad words and the not... then another that was written for public hearing. The first one is unedited. Viewer discretion is advised.

Breath life into conceptual dying,
Its about time you stop fuckin crying.
This is the end, its cold and I'm bored,
you never are or were, your too busy being whored.

You thought I couldn't see through your cloak.
The lies... the deceit, I think I'm gunna choke.
Still you? Haven't gotten the clue?
Or is it your out of men to screw?

Haha, this is great! We have to stop meeting like this.
Maybe if you just dove into an abyss.
What? All the cool kids are doing it,
I thought all you wanted to do was fit.

Maybe thats why your bi?
Emo? Minus the guy?
Right? Isn't that it?
Really? Or maybe you just won't admit.

Can't see why, everyone else does,
Oh right! Your different, just like fuzz.
Yeah well, thats what they all say,
unfortunately for you, life Isn't all about being gay.

You know what? The Irony is almost too much,
I really hope we loose touch,
Then again, because of you, I'm no longer bored,
You people are like a broken record.

You still think its the shit to show off those scars on your wrists,
Yeah real fuckin cool, I hope this persists.
I can't stop laughing, you must be dazed.
Oh yeah, I can just imagine with your eyes glazed.

Its too bad, I have to bring this to an end.
I have more important things to attend!
Besides that, There isn't much to wage.
I'll see you again, hopefully in a cage.

and the edited version

Breath life into conceptual dying,
Its about time you stop all this crying.
This is the end, its cold and I'm bored,
you never are or were, I Guess thats part of your reward.

You thought I couldn't see through your cloak.
The lies... the deceit, I think I'm gunna choke.
Still you? Haven't gotten the clue?
Or is it your out of men to chew?

Geeze, We have to stop meeting like this.
Maybe if you just dove into an abyss.
What? All the cool kids are doing it,
I thought all you wanted to do was fit.

Theres a point to get across here,
you make lying into a career.
You make a life out of lying, but you can't commit.
Really? Or maybe you just won't admit.

Can't see why, everyone else does,
Oh right! Your different, just like fuzz.
Yeah well, thats what they all say,
unfortunately for you, life Isn't all about being gay.

You know what? The Irony is almost too much,
I really hope we loose touch,
Then again, because of you, I'm no longer bored,
You people are like a broken record.

You still think its so cool to show off those scars on your wrists,
Yeah real super cool, I hope this persists.
I can't stop laughing, you must be dazed.
Oh yeah, I can just imagine with your eyes glazed.

You know, i was just getting entertained,
I guess thats just another thing to explain.
I hope this has just begun,
I've got all night to play, i hope your not done.

Illimitable nothingness
This poem is about child abuse. Nuff said

Limitless imaginabilities beneath consequential
lifeless breath.

Uncontrollable intolerance to the inevitable
decisions of devastation.

Unknown thoughts connected with lackluster
beliefs past down.

The child unthought of beneath hate and
looming over the ante-meridian sun.

Never acceptable, never adept, caught between
animation and illimitable nothingness.

Without boundaries the last dying breath
utters forth wisdom beyond cerebration.

Incomparable Intimation in this existence,
Just let go, just say good-bye.

Nazi Regime
About World war 3 and a second Holocaust

Command, lead your troops to their death,
Against the Neo-Nazi regime, don't expect to see their breath.
Stand, those who wish to create a perfect “race”,
still that blond hair and blue eyed embrace.

Allies against the Axis for the second time,
Why, again are we plagued with this crime.
History is taught to us for a reason,
So we don't repeat our biggest treason.

Would we lose millions of Jews once again?
Who is the madman leading this campaign.
It's the beast who bathes in his power.
Welcome this worlds darkest hour.

World War III is upon us,
all because the Nazi's transgress against a plagued race,
A race put down for centuries all of a religious belief.
when the bombs explode, there wont be any relief.

The button glows eerily before them,
Government has set to our condemn.
This worlds about to end, drowning in nuclear winter,
the last of the worlds populace, is left to a splinter.

Rush
Written to an ex

Rush.
Something time has taught for eternity.
Must we leave everything to modernity?
And now, a thing I feared most in this world,
Stuck without breath in a transworld.
The Emotion, destroyer of worlds, lives,
hearts. Wait for it to arrive.

I've died, at least once by your hand,
but again you've lured me to this land.
I lost fear for a time, its slowly creeping back.
My fault, its your love I attack.
Fear has caused these actions that I regret,
Hurting you only put me in your debt.

Where im from

I am from a world, grace and misery surrounds
the one who stands beneath unequal stars.
Take grip of what is called the hound,
or you'll be left with a bounty of scars.

A Chivalrous grasp, a Knightly stand,
Unacceptable equations for the kids that compete.
Don't hide the face, stand and greet the lack of command,
exclaim it is you who will stand against their deceit,

Or you'll be one stuck beneath the heel of
oppression and unequal movements.
Schools and the streets give no equal rights above
those who have earned their right of improvement.

For what you may call a loss or what they call a win,
it can't be explained or exclaimed, it was the choice to stay
that lead to unexplained decision or choice to sin,
and it is their choice to fight without thought of repay.

This is your chance stand and and exhale your pray,
As it is now time to resign and fall astray.

Shatter my face with deception
written about a breakup

Break my face until it breaths upon this ground,
This last hope in my mind, screaming for your affection,
I wish I could be something far more profound,

Who would have thought it would be me to drown,
You should have seen the change in my complexion,
Break my face until it breaths upon this ground,

All you had to do was look around,
It's plain to see our undying connection,
I wish I could be something far more profound,

And it was me, for once, oblivious to sound,
But I still see with these calloused eyes, the love in your reflection,
Break my face until it breaths upon this ground,

Remember that last kiss we found,
For once I pray that wasn't the last time I'll receive your affection,
Break my face until it breaths upon this ground,
I wish I could be something far more profound.

Silver
Written about a relationship

And from the sky reigns silver blood,
seeping through cracks in my skull.
Crying and drowning in the flood,
the feeling of a blade, so dull,
yet surprisingly painful against my skin,
I grab hold of that feeling, thrash it through the air,
Daring what you thought could be the end,
My breath exits with only one swear.
“I shall take what we have, no, what we share
and do something neither of us would dare.”

Care

Murder

A morning rises with an ecliptic beauty,
A night ends with food upon the clock.
A Job, one, an ever-looking duty.
A way, the pretty birds to flock.

One day, a restless day at last.
One sight, merciless without life.
One shot, the look upon the face alas,
One, upon his heaving sanguine splashed wife.

Rage, undying and something not forgot.
Rage, moments in, and moments out, vulnerability.
Rage, left lying in a bloody spot.
Rage, his last moments void of tranquility.

Take one look at what rage has brought,
Take one thought at the pain it sought.

Mistakes
You've been damn good to me,
I saw what I did to you,
with my evil, stabbing words, my shitty plea.
Something only fear could do.
Afraid to love, afraid to care.
Of course, I'll pay the price for this crime,
Insensitivity is all I dare.
A crime worth nothing more then a dime.

I love you, its been awhile since I have felt this way,
without you, my life takes a bland shade of grey.
You infect my mind with wonder and awe,
which is what perfects my flaw.
As corny as it sounds,
I'm afraid to lose you in my rounds.
A hand slowly closing around my soul,
a threat to keep me from being whole.

I know I make a lot of mistakes,
This time there won't be excuses,
Your soul fills me with the shakes,
and all I can do is fill the air with abuses.

If it was moved to Garbage, then why did you post another one?

~NEVER QUESTION A MOD! NEVER!

This post has been edited by mrchace on October 11, 2007 02:22 am

ZA, you're coming up with the dumbest things to say today.

Could you read it closely? Please... and thank you.