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I was playing around with a different rhyme scheme last month, and this is what I got...
Love's Anger

There is nothing I can say,
To one who cannot love, 
Except that you should die today,
Not insult from above.

You may say that my anger's wrong,
Or that my heart can't feel.
Well I say that the shortcut's long,
And that your truth's not real.

And if I tell you not to go,
But stay and help me be,
You wouldn't be the one to show,
Or help me live so free.

So hear me now and hear me good,
Don't come by anymore.
And hear me now, just like you should,
You're nothing but a bore.

8/22/10
 
There's a couple poems I wrote that I don't understand either. But I like it that way, because it's a mystery that I want to solve. There's a hidden meaning in everything. We just have to know where to look.
 
Alright. I'll post one More for tonight.

The Road

I fear the road that speeds ahead,
And leaves me far behind.
The road that makes the tears I shed,
And leaves my spirit blind.

Though all must cross this road someday,
The road that leaves no choice.
The road that has no games to play,
The road that takes my voice.

The road of life, afraid I am,
The road that no one knows.
Like a river flows without a dam,
Like the path that no one chose.

The road will travel, on and on.
A journey, life will lead.
And now I know I have stumbled upon,
The road life will concede.

9/1/10
 
I just finished this poem.


Nightmare

A silent moon, a shining night,
I am suspicious that something's nit right.

I take off running, as fast as I can,
Away I fly, from the invisible man.

Imaginary sounds, unreal sights,
Take hold of my mind, on that frightful night.

The line between dreams and reality is blurred,
Deep in my mind, forgotten memories are stirred.

I'm running from nothing, but still I can't stay,
It's to surreal here, I must go away.

Away from the darkness, and rebounding sounds,
I try and escape, but rescue is not found.

The exit is near, it is within sight,
But that exits and entrance, to another terrible night.

On and on this nightmare goes,
Everywhere I turn, I see a new foe.

I'm caught in this nightmare, without a doubt,
I'm so tangled up, I'll never get out.
 
But yeah I've thought of posting my story but an experience today made me question my writing. I was mocked today because I had to write a speech for "court" on why someone is innocent. I put feeling and metaphors in there and I was mocked
 
And the person who presented the guilty side was the guy I was supposed to go to the homecoming dance with. I found out he was a jerk so I told him I don't wanna go with him but he doesn't know I think he's a jerk. The frosting on the cake was when the teacher said "ooh, elanora versus zack, this is gonna be good"
 
I really hate it when that happens. Don't listen to them. You're s good writer and you know it. Something similar happened to me today. I had to write a script that was kinda lame. The guys that read it were laughing and joking about how lame it was.
 
I really hate it when that happens. Don't listen to them. You're s good writer and you know it. Something similar happened to me today. I had to write a script that was kinda lame. The guys that read it were laughing and joking about how lame it was.
 
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