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Alone I am (n)one (Build up the Part)Alone I am but one,
Let me be free to admit,
That it takes two to commit.
The stones in my walls get chipped,
And some days I'm just ready to fall over,
For no reason at all but the dreams in my head,
Stand with me and dance,
Is but a motto that I say constantly,
If only to get me to rise and dance myself.
Some days no one wants,
To be the hero we all need,
And so we stay in silence and dismay.
Sometimes we all just,
Get so mad at our lot,
We throw the cards and scream out loud.
Maybe its the changing times,
Maybe its the sea and flow of it all,
OR maybe we are not stone but sand.
Building into me,
As you stick to my soil,
To ebb away when time claims you.
All alone whose strong one,
When no one is there to watch us shine,
When the eyes have turned away from the scene,
IF we need these eyes,
To grow as they monitor change,
Will we melt away from their dismiss?
Alone I am none,
Lonely I am none,
Without another I am one.
I'm not stone,
A wall to defend,
To hold back the flood.
For the w
I can be (Step to our dance)I can be ice,
Sugar and filled with nice,
Or stuck on the floor by the my vice.
I can be light,
Built up in the night,
Or I can flee from every fight.
Maybe I'll be a charmer,
Or I'll be the disalamer,
A million faces and a million modes.
And guess what?
Its alright to be this way,
As we all can be a million ways.
Dance to the beat,
Set by your own feet,
As the stars fly past so sweet.
You can be fury,
You can be painted in worry,
Even add in a coat of weary to your wares.
You face will change,
With the chimes of hours passin,
And so will mine to the steps tappin.
You can change in this scene,
And you can be the mask or a million more,
As the walls crack away to our dance.
I can be sugar.
I can be like ice,
But its all alright.
Our CallSmile wider,
With earnest touching the lips,
And hope lighting each feature anew.
Before we all can fall,
Knees have to buckle from it all,
Scream out the hymns of our numbers,
Where we sing the power we surround.
This is our credo,
Stand taller and sing all the more,
For the shadows nor the wall will make us tumble.
Sing it out,
Sing out your call,
Sing out the call of our age.
Stand all that tall,
And smile that much wider,
We are here to live and to fight.
Smile that much wider,
Knowing you won't stop,
Till the stars are in your eyes.
What is loveWhat is love,
With the guarded hand,
Holding over your heart and words.
I say open up,
Cut the line,
And break down your wall.
With your floodgates gone,
Wash me up with all your raw emotion.
Sure the water's hot and I'll burn but baby,
Rob my heart blind,
And take my logic right from me.
Cause I wanna see,
The world through your eyes,
And I wanna be floating on the sea of your heart.
There is honestyThere is honesty in the pen,
For the man who wears the mask will sing,
His cue is but a part to play with no chains to the face.
But there is honesty in the mouth,
For emotion holds a heated tip,
stabbed deep in the heart where words burst forth.
My flowers and his prose,
Shape a world of wonder and majesty,
Truth is lost to the pen of the poet who cannot face himself.
The man so tied in his own webs,
Lost from the light of the mask's embrace,
Truth is lost to the mouth of the man with no guard.
Both hidden from the judge,
As clouds form in the poet's sky,
till there is no light and only truth.
But there is honesty,
In the darkest dark,
Where no mask may reach.
Shivers run up the spine,
And no lies may defend or defeat.
There is honesty,
In the weakest state,
For that is all that remains.
Hymn of a low level hellThe knife of pity burns,
As the flesh turns charred,
Infected is the virus, lasting is the taint.
How it holds me,
Wrapped in arms of worry,
Crying in my mind without a tear.
The blades stab deep,
Draining energy and patience,
When the hymn is only level four.
Our song of madness,
Screams out in pain,
Till there is no sound.
Stand is what we do,
Stand till the stone cracks,
And the weight of the world is gone.
My walls are cracked,
But we are standing,
As the blades dive deeper.
Victim and a tool,
Useless and worthless,
Just a dollar sign attached to a name.
Stand up all the more.
Rise up again and again,
And never give in the core of one's self.
All respect is drained,
But I am but the shards on the floor,
Of this low level hell's madness mantra.
Death dance is not near me,
Nor is decay home in my bed,
The world of woe but glances my gaze and my side.
How sorrow I shall learn,
With her hand in mine,
But power I will lose in return.
This hymn is but a measure,
Of the world's records an
A Poet's Secret (Gay Rights Poem - True Story)I love the feeling of the pen on the paper,
As I slide it to write out a tale.
Spilling my heart in the form of black ink;
In writing I never will fail.
I love the stories inside of my head,
So full of hope and peace.
Writing is marvelous, it is simply grand,
It lets all my emotions release.
One day I decided I will no longer hide,
I'll let all my fans know I'm gay.
So I did, I came out; I told the world!
But I regret the words I did say...
I was arrested, thrown in a jail;
Then I was put on death row.
One day I'm brought out, with two others like me,
And then guns all started to blow.
Two metal bullets were shot right at me,
Both of them went in my rear.
The officer said, "I shot this grand poet,
Simply for being a queer!"
I was once a grand poet, I was the best!
I was becoming famous quite fast!
But my dreams were cut short since I was gay,
And my wonderful life didn't last.
I love the feeling of the pen on the paper,
As I slide it to write out a tale.
Spilling my heart in the form o
DepressedI hate the pain.
I hate the crying.
I just want someone to love me.
I’m sick of trying.
The pain kills me.
I wish it would stop
My body is breaking down.
It feels like my heart is going to pop.
Just rip my heart out.
I don’t want it any more.
I’m running away from everyone.
I’m putting myself behind a locked door.
Why don't you tell me
how you and P-21
had sex last night
lost 46 times to him at tic-tac toe
or how about when
we went to the tunnel and I
passed out on the way there
and I want to know
if I have any family yet
is P-21 my father?
that blue pony is weird
pull the tape
from my eyes
tell me the truth
I want to realize
stop feeding me
why can't you tell me
what happened at stable 99
I had to kill everypony
they all lived happily ever after
or when you decided
you had to erase my memories
I did what was best for you
I made you forget
and I need to know
who will be there for me
P-21 isn't ready to be a father
he is somewhat miserable
pull the poison cloud
from my eyes
I need my father
by my side
what emotions you have
you can't hide
why didn't you leave me
like the rest of them?
I thought you weren't infected
you are P-21's daughter
You were my way out
you are one adorable little pony
or why did you think
they were gonna rape me?
I needed my butt rumped
I need yo
B.U.R.N.I.N.G O.N T.H.E I.N.S.I.D.EBlazed hearts
Unconscious for eternity
Rescuing in need
Never to be awaken
Night-shaded even in the shadows
On-going destructive misery
Numb on the inside
Tomorrow is bleak
Hollow and consumed
Insignificant compared to the world
Shadows injected, poisoning the victim
Death wishes granted
Even in death, we suffer
It all to hellI overspilled my intentions
they made a mess on the floor
in the tangle there was tissue from hearts
and we were bleeding in our chests
I expected the universe to put a lens
against the open window but nobody came
knocking. Looking back to the spectacle,
I was alone, hands full of crimson
Funny, I thought my suicide would
cause havoc to the floors
but doesn't matter, vigorously
I'm still pounding on Hades' door
Freak InsideFrom the deep I cry for help.
Rushing threw the dark path.
Existing for the truth then a lie.
Accepting the truth from the lie.
Keeping me from the true me.
I am not who I use to be.
Nothing is what I become.
Someday with be the last.
In corner there is life.
Death will overcome life.
Everyday is a starless night.
I'm just a freak inside.
Modern Day SavoirDrowning in darkness of deep despair,
Believing lies, truths not there,
Shining upon scars, see this ray of sunlight,
Reaching your broken smile hidden in the night,
Hearing the tear drops falling from your eyes,
Believe my hidden secrets, tell my stolen lies,
Bring me to the surface, give me air to breathe,
Let you see the truth upon my broken dreams.
Wild Animal DesiresJane really wanted a Red Panda for a pet.
“He'll maul you to death" I warned.
But she didn't listen.
“They're so cute, Winston!" She argued.
The funeral's Monday.
Where I'm from poem...Where I’m from
I am from a lead pencil laying on my sketch book waiting to be used to draw anything that could come to mind
I am from that little apartment around the corner of Second Street of Milladore
I am from the flower that was no fragrance, though people thing it does have a fragrance, but I think differently
I am from Christmas where my family gets together and have lunch and supper
I am from the Mancl family and the Pierson family
From being called boy by my grandpa to being called Derek Joseph by my mother
I am from the holy catholic church of Saint Wenceslaus
I’m from Saint Michael’s hospital in Stevens Point Wisconsin
I am from my heart which loves many, though if you break my heart or my friends, I will shatter yours ten time worse, and by the time I’m finished with you, you will be begging and pleading for mercy!
From the time of birth to the time of death, I will love the people that I care about
I am from my mind and soul, where all of my
What becomes of a silent dream,
When the speaker no longer sees a thing,
Show me a world of wonder where eyes are aflame.
Who dares lose a voice,
To even their own doubt,
As the clock winds down for all,
Each word is chocked out,
Of bored and tired throats,
Or pained fingers that say nothing at all.
A million times,
One must question the world,
If they dream to be heard at all.
Some will live forever,
As their dreams march on,
Be it in infamy or other arcs.
A young child will scream,
Outwards to the heavens and Lord on high,
A dream and will that will change temper in the age.
Not all goals,
Are ones measured,
In the glitter of gold.
Give me your heart,
Once my words do earn,
Mastery of emotion and pen.
For as said before,
I dream to understand Man,
And empower happiness because I can.
Thus all twitches of loss,
When the pen goes mute,
Are brought deep into thought.
To ponder each stance,
And better learn self,
From wounds and from cocoons.
Dream and Dream,
One can do so without action
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