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Okay, I'm Smalls, I just became an AP, so here's my poems... Thanks to Ana_Maria for the name :D
CC...Kinda forgot, thanks Helix
Why
I loved you,
but you never knew.
I loved you,
only for a day
then you broke my heart.
And now I stand,
with a smile painted on my face
like one of those porcelain dolls.
Trying to be happy for you.
A cold, heavy heart
broken for the first time.
Why did you pick her?
Why couldn't you realize I loved you?
Why couldn't you see
that maybe one day,
you'd love me too?
Shadows
I stood in the shadows, waiting,
waiting.
For you to see me.
I stood in the shadows waiting,
watching.
You walk past me.
I stood in the shadows, waiting,
sighing.
You never saw me.
I stood in the shadows, waiting,
hoping.
That one day you would love me too.
Dreams
I had dreamed
'bout those dreamy eyes.
But they never saw me.
I had dreamed
'bout a serenade.
That you would never give me.
I had dreamed,
'bout something that would happen.
You and me.
I had dreamed,
'bout you.
But you never dreamed
about me.
Facade
I wanted to be
"cool" to "fit in"
So I put on a facade
that led me astray of
the true me.
The scorned you,
for things that you liked,
that I liked too,
but in that facade,
I hated them,
and laughed along.
I laughed along
beliving that the
music I listened to,
that they listened to,
was cool,
but I hated it.
They lauged at things that I liked,
but I hated in this facade.
You saw through my facade,
took my hand and led me away
from the things that led me astray.
And helped me rediscover,
the real me.
Cool
To be cool
they say
you have to like this
not that.
Love the things
that I hate
hate the things
that I love.
To be cool
they say
you have to
listen to rap
but not that.
I would follow,
blindly trying
to fit in
but in truth, I just hated
me more.
Because the real me
wasn't cool to them
but to you,
I was the world.
Beautiful
Love won
Love lost.
What's the difference?
Both end
painfully.
Both begin
with one person.
Both end
with one person.
How is it that
one is so celebrated?
Yet the other is so hated?
Love in its very
essence is painful,
yet it can
be so very beautiful.
Stronger
Who is stronger?
The man with his
head held high.
Who scorns and
laughs at the
ones less lucky
than he.
Or is it the man
whose many years
in the field
have made his hands
rough and raw.
Yet he looks
on with kindness
in his wise old eyes.
Even when his
head is held
low, his back
hunched from the
many years in
the field.
It is truly he
who is stronger.
For being strong
means being kind,
and to never scorn,
to be the stronger person.
Speck of Hope
What has happened,
to the respect
that people used
to hold?
The love,
the kindness,
the family bond?
Has it disappeared?
You've barely heard
a news coverage of
a heartwarming tale.
Only of war,
hatred,
killing.
Yet in the dark of
today's world
there always is
that single,
tiny,
loving speck of hope.
Unique
A flake floats
down from the
heavens.
So small,
so unique
How is it
that we do
not stop and
stare in amazement
at every single
one of them?
The patterns so
small, so unique,
so beautiful
Are a world
of wonderment proving
that to be
unique is to
truly be great.
A Perfect World
How many people
hold on to their
faith?
Their love?
Their hope?
so little people
hold on to the
important things.
But grab onto
Hate
Violence
Fear.
Ignorance breeds
fear.
Fear breads
hate.
If we could
be more studious
Pay more attention
Be patient
Them maybe
we'd have
A perfect world.
Kids Again
What has happened
to
Hop-scotch
4 square
Ring Around the
Rosie?
Games we played
children.
Games we hate
as teens.
Can't we forget
our age?
Our race?
Our family line?
To be kids again
To go back to simple games
like
Hop-scotch
4 square
Ring Around the
Rosie?
Games that didn't care
what race you were.
What you family
name was.
Just having fun.
Being kids.
Living life
to it's fullest.
Otherwise Known as School
Rows of cold
metal
Pressing in on
me.
Closed doors
Caging me
in.
The only
relief
The teens
talking,
playing,
eating.
The grease
of the lunch
Burning me
like a witch
on the stake.
The teacher's
evil glare
Shooting lasers
at me.
This is purgatory
otherwise known,
as school.
A New Jail mate
Whimpering,
Barking,
Howling,
Nobody
hears me.
Scratching,
Clawing,
Biting,
Nobody
sees me.
Alone in
the dark of
my jail,
my cage.
They left
me
Alone,
Scared,
Angry.
So they
could
Have fun,
Party,
See friends.
While I'm
stuck here
in this
Purgatory,
Jail,
Hell,
Cage.
I bark,
Howl,
Whimper more.
Now I hear
a new bark.
Of a
new dog,
A new
friend.
A new
jail mate.
An Ode to Internet Memes
Shoop da
Whoop
imma chargin'
mah lazer.
A classic
internet meme
desu.
Never gonna
Give you
up!
Let you
down!
Run around
and desert
you!
Make you
cry!
Say goodbye!
Tell a
lie, and
hurt you!
Desu
But for
all that
when I
handed you
the cake
you never
knew, it
was a
lie, desu.
But for
now watch
out desu!
For it's
the pedobear
desu!
Oh god
no desu!
It's over
9000 pedobears
desu!
Even when
imma firin'
mah lazer,
desu!
They keep
coming back
desu!
But I
c wut
u did
thar, desu!
With the
internet memes
coming back
desu.
This is
truely an
ode to
internet memes,
desu.
A lesson to be learned
I never
knew what
to say
To write
To ask
When I
wanted you
To see
me
To hear
me
To love
me
I had
my chance
To say
To write
To ask
But I
never took
it
I never
had the
confidence to
ask you
To see
me
To hear
me
To love
me
But this
is just
another lesson
to be learned
Everyone learns
it at
some time
so
Be brave
Be confident
Be bold
And take
your chance
Like I
Never took
mine
A Broken Heart
You tried
to seduce
me
You pleaded
with me
To let
you go,
alive
But after
what you've
done
What you've
said
I'm not
letting you
go
To breath
your fire
onto some
other unwilling
girl
To seduce
her
To hurt
her
Like you
hurt me
Though I'd
never really
kill
I will
hurt you
Like you
hurt me
Tear your
heart to
shreds
Like you
tore mine
I will
kill your
faith in
the world
In love
Like you
killed mine
I hate
you more
than anything
else in
this world
For Stuff They Did
They annoyed
me too
much
Too often
When I
retaliated they
hated me
for stuff
they did
themselves
Those hypocrites
scorned me
Hurt me
Killed me
For stuff
they did
themselves
The tale
of hypocrisy
to it's
extreme
Where people
hurt me
for things
they did
themselves
Step Up
What would
you do
when it's
time to
Step up
and do
the right
thing?
Will you
jump for
it?
Go the
extra mile?
Or will
you
Sit back
and watch
the horror
take place?
So many
choose the
latter leaving
the former
to die
off.
So when
the time
comes step
up and
do the
right thing
A Broken Toy
I called
you on
the telephone
last night.
But you
never answered.
You were
out with
your new
girl.
A replacement
for me.
Like I
was a
a replacement for
someone else.
You threw
me away
Like a
broken toy
And left
me
A broken
heart
A broken
trust.
I warned
her what
you do
But she
didn't care
Like I
didn't care
You called
me useless
Why? Because
I was
replaceable to
you?
It was
cynical of
you
To break
my heart
And throw
me away.
One Step Forwards, Two Steps back
Where has
all the
love gone?
It seems
to have
been replaced
with hatred
And angst
Two things
replace one
One step
forwards
Two steps
back
One step
is love
Two steps
are hatred
and angst
Ruining our
world.
The Performance
Pencils scratching
out names
on their
papers
A teacher
shushes her
abundence of
kids as
they talk
during her
performance.
Her lecture
Her performance
drags on
for seemingly
hours
Days
Years
When it's
really only
a few
minuets
The kids
saved by
the bell
Ode to Fan-girls
Fan-girls, oh
fan-girls of
twilight
Crazy as
a bat
Obsessing over
Edward Cullen
A fictional
character but
I doubt
they know
that!
Fan-girls, oh
fan-girls of
The Killers
Obsessing over
Brandon Flowers
who's as
lovely as
a dove!
By jove!
What is
that?!
A fan-boy
How is that possible?
But alas
this is
an ode
to fan-girls
not fan-boys
maybe another
day.
Every time
Last night
you sang
a song
In your
blue jeans
For me
But I
never heard
I was
asleep
I'm here
to say
I'm sorry
For everything
I've done
For every
time I've
hurt you
For every
time I've
never heard
you
The Killers
The crowd
screams as
the band
comes on
stage
The slight
frontman walks
on stage
like an
electrocuted chicken
Or so
people say
The guitarist
walks in
his long
frizzy hair
bouncing with
each step
The bassist
comes along
cool, collected,
quiet.
By far
the tallest
member of
the band.
Finally the
never serious
drummer walks
on stage
Drumsticks in
hand, ready
to play
his heart
out
The crowd
grows silent
in anticipation
as the
first note
is played
The first
word is
sung
The first
song begins
With one
note, one
word
They start
They play
Until very
late into
the night
With encores
and cheers
They play
their songs
Frontman Brandon
Flowers dancing
like an
electrocuted chicken
Then suddenly
he stops
waiting for
the crowd
to sing
the infamous
line
I got
soul but
I'm not
a soldier
Over and
again
Then with
the crowd
lamenting the
concert is
over, so
a new
city
A new
crowd
Can hear
Can play
Can sing
With The
Killers
Happy IRCopaversy
I came
along without
a clue
I came
into there
new
And scared
You helped
me out
Like countless
others who've
come along
Over the
course of
a year
Many people
have come
in and
out of
#Help
To stay
for one
moment to
get whatever
was wrong
fixed
Only a
few have
stayed
You've made
an impact
on my
life
Like on
so many
other's lives
For that
I thank
you
And wish
you a
happy IRCopaversy
Writer's Block
Why can't
I get these words
on paper?
Some people
call it
"writer's block"
Others will
call it
"Laziness"
But I
just call
it me.
A lousy
poet who
can't even
drop a
rhyme!
Yet now
I look
on this
paper and
I see
a poem!
A real
life poem!
On this
page!
This poem
on Writer's
Block!
How ironic
it is
that this
turned into
a poem!
An actual
poem!
Footprints
I walked
upon the
white of
snow
Heard the
crunch of
it beneath
my feet.
Saw the
trail of
footprints behind
me.
Showing me
the way I've
come
Showing me
the journey
I've done
That trail
of footprints
haunts me
It's a
trail of my
lies
That I
tried to
escape from
That I couldn't
escape from
But I tried
and tried
to leave that
place
The white
that I
once dreamed
of
Sickens me
Seeming to
turn red with
the blood of
those I've slain
The crunch
that I once
adored
Reminds me
of what I
did in battle
Those heads I've
cracked open
with a swing
of my mighty
hammer
The footprints
my trail of lies
Kill me
Maim me
Destroy me
As I
run back
Over my
blood-stained
Trail of lies
The Beat of the Music
meghan (6:18 PM): I sit
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meghan (6:19 PM): this beat
meghan (6:19 PM): coursing through
meghan (6:19 PM): my veins
meghan (6:19 PM): .
meghan (6:19 PM): The beat
meghan (6:19 PM): of the music
meghan (6:19 PM): .
meghan (6:19 PM): My heartbeat
meghan (6:19 PM): speeding
meghan (6:19 PM): The climax
meghan (6:19 PM): of this song
meghan (6:19 PM): reached
meghan (6:19 PM): .
meghan (6:19 PM): As the song
meghan (6:19 PM): progresses
meghan (6:19 PM): .
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meghan (6:19 PM): .
meghan (6:19 PM): It stops
meghan (6:19 PM): .
meghan (6:19 PM): It gets quiet
meghan (6:19 PM): .
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meghan (6:20 PM): softest
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meghan (6:20 PM): this song
meghan (6:20 PM): .
meghan (6:20 PM): Then as
meghan (6:20 PM): soon as it
meghan (6:20 PM): started
meghan (6:20 PM): .
meghan (6:20 PM): This song
meghan (6:20 PM): is over
meghan (6:20 PM): .
meghan (6:20 PM): But it haunts
meghan (6:20 PM): me
meghan (6:20 PM): .
meghan (6:20 PM): Playing over
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meghan (6:20 PM): In my head
10[21:09] <Smalls> You never know
10[21:09] <Smalls> what to expect
10[21:09] <Smalls> when you make
10[21:09] <Smalls> a click
10[21:09] <Smalls> .
10[21:10] <Smalls> On some page
10[21:10] <Smalls> some site.
10[21:10] <Smalls> .
10[21:10] <Smalls> Or maybe a
10[21:10] <Smalls> search engine
10[21:10] <Smalls> .
10[21:10] <Smalls> You never know
10[21:10] <Smalls> if to expect
10[21:10] <Smalls> a virus
10[21:10] <Smalls> or a game
10[21:10] <Smalls> .
10[21:10] <Smalls> Sometimes you don't
10[21:10] <Smalls> even get one
10[21:10] <Smalls> of those
10[21:10] <Smalls> .
10[21:10] <Smalls> You can find
10[21:10] <Smalls> .
10[21:10] <Smalls> Friends
10[21:10] <Smalls> .
10[21:10] <Smalls> Knowledge
10[21:10] <Smalls> .
10[21:10] <Smalls> Fun
10[21:10] <Smalls> .
10[21:10] <Smalls> It's like a
10[21:11] <Smalls> game of Russian Roulette
10[21:11] <Smalls> .
10[21:11] <Smalls> Never knowing if
10[21:11] <Smalls> you'll kill your
10[21:11] <Smalls> computer
10[21:11] <Smalls> .
10[21:11] <Smalls> Or get lucky
10[21:11] <Smalls> and find a
10[21:11] <Smalls> win instead
10[21:11] <Smalls> .
10[21:11] <Smalls> You never know
10[21:11] <Smalls> but that's half
10[21:11] <Smalls> the fun of the
10[21:11] <Smalls> whole game
10[21:11] <Smalls> .
10[21:11] <Smalls> The game called
10[21:11] <Smalls> the internet
10[21:11] <Smalls> ^^Internet
10[21:14] <&Smalls> You never know
10[21:14] <&Smalls> what happens
10[21:15] <&Smalls> what you plan
10[21:15] <&Smalls> to write
10[21:15] <&Smalls> .
10[21:15] <&Smalls> You just start
10[21:15] <&Smalls> .
10[21:15] <&Smalls> And go from
10[21:15] <&Smalls> there
10[21:15] <&Smalls> .
10[21:15] <&Smalls> You can start
10[21:15] <&Smalls> one about a
10[21:15] <&Smalls> pretty snowfall
10[21:15] <&Smalls> .
10[21:15] <&Smalls> And end that
10[21:15] <&Smalls> same one
10[21:15] <&Smalls> about death
10[21:15] <&Smalls> and bloodstained snow
10[21:15] <&Smalls> .
10[21:15] <&Smalls> You never know
10[21:15] <&Smalls> .
10[21:15] <&Smalls> You could start
10[21:15] <&Smalls> about flowers
10[21:15] <&Smalls> .
10[21:15] <&Smalls> And talk about
10[21:15] <&Smalls> emo kids
10[21:16] <&Smalls> Angsting their way
10[21:16] <&Smalls> through the spring
10[21:16] <&Smalls> .
10[21:16] <&Smalls> You never know
10[21:16] <&Smalls> .
10[21:16] <&Smalls> That's half
10[21:16] <&Smalls> the fun
10[21:16] <&Smalls> .
10[21:16] <&Smalls> Of this fun
10[21:16] <&Smalls> fun game
10[21:16] <&Smalls> ^^^You never know
This Marvelous Season
The bloom of
flowers in the
late of May
Signaling the true
start of this
wonderful season called
"Spring"
Starting the
Children playing
Adults chatting
And emo kids
angsting their way
All through this
wonderful season
In the patch of
flowers
Of roses
Day-lilies
And wildflowers too
Signaling Spring
Ending Winter
For the next
few months of
this glorious season
called "Spring"
I'm sorry if I offend
I'm sorry if I
offend
From the words that
come, like a spawn
of my pen
They roll off, never
knowing how they'll
start
How they'll end
The roll in without a
clue
Like a kid having their
first trip to a big city
Without a clue
But struck in
the awe that they can
do this marvelous thing
called poetry
The words roll off
this type of a pen
I must again say
I'm sorry if I
offend
But you never know
what will come off
of this one version
of a pen
< Message edited by Smalls -- 4/27/2009 15:37:16 >
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