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The climbHe tied his boat among the rocks, and soon began to climb. Slowly, every so slowly, he went foot by foot, climbing away from shore and onto what should be called land, but really was nothing more than rocks.

When he tried to look above there was no grass of green. More and more rocks awaited our man, and still he climbed. The sun beat down, and clouds covered the top so our poor man could not see his destination, but still he climbed.

'It appears as though God has taken a day off today,' he thought to himself. And still he climbed up and up, even though the rocks were always coming.

When the stones cut into his palms, and the toes of his s

Paper ButterfliesA cut, a tear, a fold,
slice of color and a cut or two,
and another paper butterfly is born.

IV drips in the hand
keeping everything in place
while the cuts and tears and folds
keeps going on.

One thousand, six hundred and sixty six.

That's the number
she was told to make.

One thousand, six hundred and sixty six.
Until she can get a wish.
A nice nurse had told her so,
and shown her how to make them
but she had only made thirty out of the
one thousand, six hundred and sixty six
paper butterflies.

It seemed like such an impossible number
that one thousand six hundred and sixty six
but our patient needed that wish
just li

Victim of a John DoeDo you want to hear the story
of how I died?
I promise it won't be boring
so if you would
just take a seat, have a drink
and listen.

Past memories reach,
I met the most amazing man
who spun words of silver and gold
with a tongue more fine than silk.

He told me he could do no wrong
and I, young and foolish, believed him.

And when we went home,
his eyes shining with new excitement,
things were perfect.

Then it shattered.

Nothing more intense
than feeling my own blood
trickle down my body.

Cruciation
stares traveling down
blood spattered knife
a gaping wound

cries of shock
gleaming white smile
solid drops of blood
and

This is a poemThis is a poem.
It's full of lines,
and goes with a meter,
rhyming of words of course
and contains more than you think.

So much thought
is going into this poem
to many words
and so many emotions
that it's almost hard
for the poet
to capture it in a few words.

This poem has a deep meaning
that you will feel is just out of your grip
and it shall be misheard and misread in its time.

For now though,
this is just a poem
that is full of rhythm
and words too big to pronounce.

This is a poem,
full of words
and rhyme
and meter
and emotions
and love
and hope
and fear.

This poem is just words on a paper
that are meant to

Through a gap in the fenceThrough a gap in the fence
they saw each other.

Drawings on the walls
for messages of love.

Images don't matter anymore
as words are the only thing
that can travel
through that gap in the fence.

Whispers of love
and no one else cares.

Still they have not seen each other
through the small gap in the fence,

But of course
all good things must end.

The gap was closed
and their love was lost.

As time erases
their love was lost
and the lovers who met
through a gap in the fence
never got to whisper
their sweet nothings to each other
through a gap in the fence again.

The Siren's Call.The Siren's Call.

Bright pink lips,
booty shorts,
a bikini top.

She gestures wildly,
beckoning every person
to have a dance with her.

Another drink goes down
and I'm pulled into her dance
where hips thrust wildly
and hands roam everywhere.

Yet when lips meet,
it's hollow and broken
sloppy and careless
no spark or real feelings.

I don't walk away
or even pull apart.
Our limbs mesh together more
and even though it's full of sweat
and nothing more than heat
I cannot bring myself to turn away.

This Siren has captured me,
and for the rest of the night
I'm hers.

Grow UpWhen I was young,
I knew a girl.
She was so warm and bright,
so I asked her that question
that all children must answer.

'What do you want to be
when you grow up?'

Her eyes lit up with joy
and she jumped with excitement.

'A dancer!
No, an astronaut!
Wait, President!
A scientist!
I'll be famous
and in movies!
My name
will be everywhere!'

She listed so many more
until she finally just smiled
and looked at me with eyes filled
with child-like wonder.

'I could be anything I wanted.'

Years and years later,
I saw the same girl again
but her eyes no longer
lit up with wonder.

I asked her,
'What did you end up being?'

She

The Wishing TreeTraveling along a concrete road
until the pavement turned to grass
and the grass turned to dirt.

Just when the land turned barren and bland
an abandoned park stood rusty and proud.

Little Jessica walked along that dirt path
not minding the hot sun
or how her backpack got heavier with every step.

When she finally reached
that abandoned park
Little Jessica played in the slide
and swung on the swings
that creaked with every rock.

She bored soon and left
that barren park
going to the one sign of life
besides herself.

A sorrowful tree, with no leaves left
stood near that abandoned park.
Little Jessica, feet scuffing the dirt
w

Monster

Hiding under beds,
peeking through windows.

Chasing after young ones
never sleeping, ever going.

Never more than a step away
hot breath mingling in the air.

Menacing claws
and razor sharp teeth,

children wake at night
just to feel the
tug, tug, tug,
at the sheets.

Then the scratch
of claws against flesh.

Muffled screams go unnoticed and unanswered
as the dirty claws dig into skin.

One hand over the mouth of the innocent
and the other going to places it never should.

Then the monster leaves
and behind is a broken soul.

And no one ever knows
the trauma that the monster left behind.

HistoryThere are moments
that you wish never end

Then there are moments
that couldn't go by fast enough.

Through at the times we have seen
and all the lives we have lived.

Time seems to be
the one thing that never changes.

Time likes to repeat itself
going hour by hour, second by second.

They say, today is history
but tomorrow is a mystery.

History likes to repeat itself,
so maybe tomorrow isn't such a mystery.

DystopiaDirty water,
corrupted laughter,
cracked dreams,
and broken seams.

Cries in the night
as life becomes a fight
there's just no more light.

Men are trying,
women are running
children are crying
people are dying.

Let's go, he whispered.
I-It's dangerous, she stuttered.
But we can't just stay, they uttered.

Chaos roams the streets
and blood's on the ground like treats.

Dystopia never ends
as society bends.
Life shall be dystopia
and never a utopia.

MagicA long time ago, when the world was new,
and longer than anyone can remember
magic existed in the world.

It healed the sick
and didn't cause anything bad.
Magic was for good
and never harmed the people.

Then one day
a sorcerer broken by pain
and an outcast of society
used his magic
to hurt and cause pain.

He killed with his magic,
and made people suffer
in ways that should never be allowed.

The evil sorcerer went across the land
never sparing a soul and making
curses that could never be broken.

Five of the best magicians were shocked
and banded together
to stop his evil reign over the people.

Nothing the good magicians

Things you never forget.You never forget:

Your first day of school.
Your first boyfriend.
Your first kiss.
Your first date.
Your first time.
Your wedding day.
Your childhood.
The day you graduated.
The day your child was born.
The day you did something amazing.
The day you get hired.
The day you get fired.
The day you got recognized.
The day your dog died.
The day you cried at a sappy movie.
The day you did something stupid.
The day you had fun.
The day you didn't care.
The day you wanted to die.
The days you were happy.

All these things happen.
Things that you will never forget.

You might not remember all the details or the date
But you r

Mirror, mirror on the wallMirror, mirror on the wall
Show me the tragedy
Of us all

A family torn apart,
Loved ones lost forever, never to return

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Show me the feelings
Of us all

Flashes of gray
And a heart, broken in half

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me the crime
Of us all

People rioting
Fighting over meaningless issues

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me the history
Of us all

A soldier, bloodied and tainted,
Trucking through blood covered ground.

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me a place
That is safe for us all

Bountiful fields
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Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me the hope
Of us all

Chi

Forgiveness?Forgiveness?

What makes you think you're worthy?

You think just a few kind words will fix everything?

That everything shall be forgotten because you wish?

It doesn't work like that.

But I'll smile and say everything's okay,

when really the memories never fade

and truly never forgive you for what happened.

You don't deserve my forgiveness

and to think that you not only do, but are entitled to it,

shows just what kind of person you are.

No, I will never forgive you,

so while I smile and pretend to tolerate you,

don't let your guard down for a second.

I'm just waiting, waiting for that perfect moment

when I can hurt you,

as much

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Dare to Dream

by =Oilux, Jan 21, 2012, 6:58:54 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I'll dare to dream.

I'll dream,
That the world can be a better place.

I'll dare to dream.

I'll dream ,
That things will change.

I'll dare to dream.

I'll dream of peaceful times,
Where people are nice,
Where everyone can speak freely,
Where everyone is loved.

I'll dare to dream.

I'll dream that people change,
Where there is no more heartbreak,
Where people feel remorse,
Where people try to repent.

I'll dare to dream.

I'll dream that people are safe,
Where there is no more crime,
Where no one commits murder,
Where people can walk the streets at night.

I'll dare to dream.

I'll dream that everyone is equal,
Where there are no more hierarchies,
Where there are no more monarchies,
Where there are no more dictators.

I'll dare to dream.

I'll dream and dream,
And that's all they will ever be.
Dreams.

They will stay dreams,
Because they are not actions.
While dreams start things,
Actions are what change things.

But for now,
I'll just dare to dream.

I'll dare to dream,
Because for now,
That's all I can do.