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All Hallow's EvilThe night the evil reigns
Demons and spirits run free
Causing blood shed and destruction
Eating souls and flesh
Darkness spreads across the land
The ground is saturated with crimson
Demonic howls carry with the wind
Shiver the spines of the living
Terror runs through their hearts
That is until day breaks
Get Better SoonMany experiences you have had
But this one is very scary
Nothing in your life has prepared you
Your existence could slowly be snuffed
But what scares you keeps you strong
Your iron clad will keeps you going
You survived it once
And by God's will you will survive it again
Love from family and friends
Creates a veil of comfort to protect you
And by your iron clad will
Your candle will burn brightly
And not ever easily be snuffed
Terrorist Battlefield September 11, 2001 A day that will forever be in the minds of all American citizens. The day terrorism took control of their anti-American beliefs and acted on them. The day America shuttered in absolute horror of what one group of extremists could do. Since that day every last American man, woman, and child boosted with American patriotism and pride.
America would never be the same since 9/11. The terrorists believed this as well but for the worse, but they were completely wrong. America strengthened tremendously and forever be united as one country and never dived to loose another fight. Nine years have past since that infamous day and I have worked my hardest to fight back as one American man.
For years I have infiltrated the inner workings of Al Queda. Suspicion has never entered their radar. Ive kept my true identity from them completely hidden in order to protect my mother
True Blue JusticeBuilt from scratch
Intellegence to match
Fight for what's right
Fight aganist Earth's blight
Stand before the evil boss
Fighting to win, not for loss
Blaster charged and readied
Held up at enemy, staring and steadied
The power in my arm is no greater
Blast evil bot into a crater
Hero is what i defined
True, Justice, and freedom for all man and robot-kind
Never Giving UpI sit here alone
Wish I had someone
My heart ticks loudly
As I see them all walk bye
Sinks deeper into the void
Widening the emptiness
Making the anger rise
Depression creeps in
But I refuse to let it take me hold
I keep my hopes up
Tell it to take a hike
I will stop the ticks
I will fill the emptiness
I will be happy
I ThoughtYou held my heart in your hands
You kept it there with no sign of letting it go
I was happy knowing you loved me
Till the day you changed
You let my heart go
Letting it smash onto the floor
I do not understand what happened
I thought you loved me
I thought you would never let me go
I thought you would love me forever
I thought...I thought wrong
You walked away from the broken pieces
Not even a second glance
You may not love me
But I love you with all my heart
You may have let my broken heart rot in the sun
But you will always be my love
Our Wings Flutter And SingOur Wings Flutter And Sing
my feet graze texas plains
southern currents hitting my back
and my body is left
as my soul follows what feels right.
my arms spread wide,
eyes closed and
i let the thought take me away.
i love this cliche
because i have wings with you.
i can fly because of you.
and no matter how many times
i scribble your name as a title of this poem,
i can never mutter it enough
because i’m addicted
to how it rolls off my tongue.
i miss you when i wake up,
when i sleep, when i dream,
because at least there
i wave in the morning
and kiss you through the night.
even departures there feels like
i’m leaving my home
to return to my house.
i think of you first and last,.
of your yawn and laugh,
how you scrunch your nose
and your little grin
even when you try to refuse it.
and i know you hate smiling in pictures,
but i make it my mission
to make you smile as much as possible.
i love how you keep your hair to one side
with the part in the middle.
i love how the l
I locked my heart in a mahogany box and threw away the key.
There was no one to care for - there was nothing left for me.
My heart had ceased beating long ago
after years of misery and pain.
Through countless highs and lecherous lows
I became immune to pounding rain.
I walked without even my shadow as a friend.
Numb to all emotions that surfaced to my skin.
Knowing I would be alone to the bitter end
suffering the consequences of sin.
I was shunned and shamed -
bruised and maimed.
No one cared - no one knew.
No one bothered to change my view.
My life was a silent movie
of a language no one spoke.
With plenty of plot holes for all to see
and an ending of mirrors and smoke.
It was getting hard to catch my breath.
Surely death would be oh so sweet.
Addicted to the thought like Crystal Meth,
it skipped through my head like an erratic beat.
She stumbled upon a key that washed up on the shore.
Wondering what it could unlock.
Determined to solve the riddle and explor
if we were to never speak again.In silence absolute
I almost forgot you,
I almost remembered to forget
you, lonely afternoon
of naked breath,
the softness of sunset
as it rakes along my skin.
The nonchalance of the sky
almost unbearably falters
an outbreak of tears
weigh down my hair
memory of your touch,
memory of your heart,
eyes blinking through the rain
glimpses of turquoise-
blue souls dancing, but
not quite entwined.
claws into my brows,
furrows the flesh
rivulets of thought
that tear through my nervous system
cellular tinnitus, reverberations
in my spinal column,
raising mountains from
my body, darklight clouds
ghosting in the peripheries
of my vision
memory of your touch,
memory of your heart,
a lyrical tattoo
of ripened countryside
a vibrant concerto
washed between us
tidal colour drowning,
from your sweet humour
to my aching sternum
the cliffs fall away
and autumn breaks in upon us,
auburn sorrows of light
thuggish loverno more on love. tell me
instead of the hearts you've
beaten, and the way
they kept on
I Write to a Lover Who Doesn't ExistYou must've noticed how I was left bleeding
Because all you could do was stare
At me with those gemstones you call eyes.
We danced around bookshelves in the mystery section
Pretending not to notice each other
And ignoring the fact that our eyes kept meeting.
I wonder now that if we'd danced in the romance section
Would we have still ignored that part of ourselves?
And after all, aren't mysteries ment to be solved?
You must wash your hair with sunflower petals and pomegranate seeds
Because your aroma is that of a goddess
And I was attracted to you as quickly
As if you had called my name.
Would you call my name?
And would you say yours as well
Because although I have a feeling you go by Aphrodite,
We have not yet acquainted ourselves.
BellsNote how we've never really touched,
how only our elbows grazed each other in the darkened theatre.
No intentions, never;
only accidentals that skewered the phrase.
But darling, if I have ever not craved your chewed down fingernails grazing my cheek,
the memory has been long lost in a time of happier melodies.
lukedon't leave me again;
the seasons flutter by with
the blink of spider web eyelashes
twirled around the pieces of
my decaying heart, molded
and renewed with the dawn
of your spring palms.
my senses spark in a
drunken flood of desire;
i refuse to wash away
our finger-painted memories
into the grasping swallow of
an atlantic undertow, but
the stale taste of vodka
sleeps under my palette.
you don't arc your silver
tongue to sip my salted
gums or latch your fists
into bird's nest tangled curls
--anymore, and the shivers
of shadows spin down my
splintered spine, the snap
of a twig between your
i'm alone; your cosmic dreams
and galactic eroticism treads
underneath another damsel's
breast, an arrow to her heart.
I wallow, naked and discarded,
drinking and drowning in the
alcoholic buzz of your sweat
on my tongue, all along knowing
you and i will never love again.
Make me a soulMake me a soul next to yours,
Make it small so you can hold it in your hands,
Make it blue like in the morning to wake up in you,
Make it strong to cry in silence when you've gone.
Make me a heart as big as the sun,
Make it warm, make it good,
Good to love, good to give, good to pray,
Make it beat for us, for you, for God.
Make me hands to feel,
Make them pure to touch,
Make them soft to caress,
Make them hard to live.
Make me a voice to sing your beauty,
Make it calm when you fall,
Make it sweet when you're mad,
Make it say 'I need you'.
Make me eyes to see you when you're working,
Even if you don't notice me.
Make them big so you can see yourself in them,
Make them deep so they'll be your refuge.
Take my whole existence and seal it with a kiss,
But make me lips to know you love me.
Make me love to know I live.
Make me know that I can dream.
Make me a soul, please.
Make me yours.
If I Were A Love PoetFor my Laban. For my love.
Sometimes, often enough
when my thoughts are consumed
with you- I find myself wishing
that I was a love poet.
Wouldn’t it be beautiful
to piece words together so artistically
that I could make people understand
what it’s like to miss hands
that have never held me?
Wouldn’t it be the damnedest thing,
if I could make a stranger
know how it feels to kiss you?
Sweetly, passionately, softly
Hesitantly- and yet all at once?
Even though their lips have never met yours,
Even though our lips have never met.
How lovely would it be
to sanely, yet romantically
explain to my parents what it’s like
to fall asleep with you?
We could tell them how you giggle when I beg you
to be the big spoon- because I feel like it’s to much responsibility.
We could tell them about the sleepy kisses you give me
at 3 a.m when you find me searching for
Holding you closeI hold you close
My breath mixing with yours
Our eyes lock in total love for one another
I pull your body close to me and I feel your warm skin
I feel your pulse slowly rising
i see your warm smile on your face when you look at me
I whisper, "I love you"
And you close your eyes
As I kiss your lips gently
And I close me eyes falling into total bliss with you in my arms
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