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I Am a WriterI am a writer.
Yes, it’s easy for me to fall into a dream.
But there is nothing wrong with being tighter
With a story’s theme.

I am a writer.
That is all I will ever want to be
In the end, my story will be lighter,
And my characters will finally be free.

I am a writer.
There is nothing easier to say than that.
I will never let a story wither
Nor let a story fall flat

I am a soon to be author.
With several books ready to be read,
I want them to have great honor
And wish there will be tears shed.

To HooverHoover state: waking up to sleep
because that’s all I’m good for;
out of work, out of time again
and my brother won’t spare a dime.

Blanket sweat reminds me of this
Hoover state: waking up to sleep
in depressions of this planet;
the moon weeps for me in daytime.

I yank my pockets out, like it's
my country's flag; punch-line of the
Hoover state: waking up to sleep
in my sagging skin on decline.

I've no penny to my name,
jumping out the window (one
last time) makes me worth more in this
Hoover state: waking up to sleep.

Twinkle StarTwinkle twinkle little star
Noone cares just who you are
When you fall the fall is far
Twinkle twinkle superstar.

The Soldier's Letter To HomeI write this from my death bed
My eyes fading in the light
Drowned in crimson red,
Drowned in shaking fright.
The enemy has won
The war now has ended
And though killed by my son
May his sins be ammended.
For this is Civil War
I cannot change the tide
So from you I implore
Do what is right.

Bury me somewhere nice
Near, and fair to look at
And forgive my son his sins;
For in war, no one wins.

Aur si plumbUn gând de aur, dar se simte
mai greu ca un pumnal de plumb
ce intră-n coaste, se învârte,
și caută să iasă prin minte...
Stilou de aur, scrie versuri,
dar lasă urme ca de plumb,
pe foi mânjite de cerneală,
și de cafea, și alte resturi...

Un glonţ de aur, dar se simte
mai tandru ca o zi de plumb,
îl pun aici, închid capacul,
și ca un gând, îl scot prin minte.

Take Death's HandI do not fear Death.
My life has been long enough.
It's time I take my last breath.
I shall not rebuff.
Death stands by my side,
his hand extended for me to take.
His face is veiled like that of a bride.
This life I now forsake
as Death takes me away.
I do not regret
for I am free of the fray.
Please do not fret
for I am okay.

ContrariwiseSilly little Alice,
Forget all you thought you knew,
For deep inside your head,
Everything is all askew.

If they tell you that one plus one,
Equals twelve and half, my dear,
Don't worry yourself about it,
For two is so last year.

Don't even try to be different,
Or it'll be "Off with her head!",
And you'll find it's better to live a lie,
Than it is to end up dead.

So heed this socially accepted advice,
Ditch any scraps of your insanity,
To cavort with the Hare in March,
Join the Hatter for a cup of tea.

Fritter your days away,
Dancing under a Cheshire moon,
Don't mind the surrounding chaos,
Ignore impending doom.

But even as you join in

Continuous VoicesIt all began when I was ten
I found what lingered in my head disturbing
And it wasn’t until I grabbed a pen
And saw what truly lingered when I began writing.

There were continuous voices within my head
I was not one to favor them dead
Although, they had violet images attached
The way I wrote them matched.

Since then, the voices have changed
Octaves have risen and lowered
Their words have exchanged
And eventually became uncensored.

These continuous voices have brought war
Ones with an uprising roar
And at moments I want to kill the sound
For they are so profound.

Yet, they continue to crescendo
And welcome me to a hidden story
And so

EndlingHere am I, the captive thylacine
Treading my tiger-striped, ungainly way
Around the metal-mesh confinement of my cage
Here am I, exhibited, exhumed
Brought from the brink to pace another day
A living testament, a final thumbmarked page
Here am I, the only specimen
Bereft of mate, of pups, of kin, of kind
Watching the claws of history extending
Here am I, the final thylacine
The only one, the last, the lost, the endling.

Who Was HeHe stood at the average height for men.
His built was quite average.
His eyes were that of cyan.
Nonetheless, he was average.

His hair was that of blonde,
Nearly, white.
His walk and personality had a great bond.
He was a confident sight.

His skin was a delicate peach.
His muscles were quite firm.
So irresistible, a teasing reach.
His appearance had its own term.

One that the dictionary cannot confirm.

Who was he?
That man with his own sea?
He was one without a name.
His appearance was a taunting game.
He was one without a number for an age.
Forget it, he’s fake on this page.

SuicideThere's no blood on her hands
Bullet holes in the door
Nothing but colored pills
And her lying on the floor

You look at her face
There's despair in her eyes
And you wonder what she thought
As she fell and died

And maybe you're begging her to come back
And maybe you're asking why she let go
The hurt in your chest feels like a heart attack
And now you finally know

Maybe you could've helped her
If you'd looked past your own nose
Maybe she'd be alive now
You had a chance, this is what you chose
Now maybe you'll learn from things
That you didn't see
Maybe you'll open your eyes
And rescue him, or her, or me
Maybe she cried a prayer
For the oth

WarWhen stories of battle are shared,
They are full of fame and glory.
No one knows what war really holds,
That is, until they hear this story.
At first there is much excitement,
Your chance to be a hero.
Then homesickness begins to set in,
The sorrow makes you feel like zero.
Then the supplies get cut off,
Your stomach cries out for food.
It rains then it droughts, and then you want out,
You'd laugh at your situation but you're not in the mood.
No sanitation, no garbage cans,
You are living in human waste.
The tents are torn up, the beds full of lice,
You wish you were in a different place.
Then you finally go to fight,
This is your chance to prove yourself.
All your comrades are shot down,
So much for fame and wealth...
Cleaning up the bodies,
Of those who used to be your friends.
Not even time for a proper burial,
Too many injuries to attend.
Then there's the sneak attack,
You are all caught by surprise.
A brutal, bloody, massacre,
A bullet between your eyes.
In this little game o

One WindowOne window is all I need
To see the world for what it truly is
With my mind a system of creed.
My talent can depict or dismiss
This world of goals, so hear my heed.

I sit down beside a journal,
My fingers clutching a pencil.
I will make my character’s life spiral
And send them off to a council
Where they must advance through the next trial.

One window is all I need
To watch them afar a long, hazy field,
Where I can study their speed
Of understanding when they will yield
Of life, itself, so they need to hear my heed.

My character’s goal,
As well as mine,
Is to be whole
And see how bright life can shine
Even through the darkness

Through an Angel's Eye

Some see the world through their rose-colored glasses,
some see it only as bad.
Some see man split into one of three classes,
some see it only as sad.

They say the eye to the soul is a window,
some find such introspect lame.
Still others prefer to focus on shadow,
some look for fortune and fame.

To see the world softly through colors sublime,
requires a heart that is pure.
Yes, to see the world as an angelic rhyme,
the eye must be steady and sure.

Through the eyes of an angel she captures our world,
the beauty of God in her lens.
By virtue of her work nature is unfurled,
earning her many a friend.

Oh, Holy FatherOh, Holy Father above, please hear me tonight,
Give me the strength to continue the fight
Against the evil that lies within my heart –
Purify me, let me bleed and tear me apart.
Cleanse me, I beg of you, set my soul free
From the demons that have such a hold on me.
I am a man, a mere mortal, dedicated and just,
I steer clear from sinners and am not swayed by lust.
I am loyal and honest and faithful and true,
And, in my time of need, I turn to you.
I am wounded and broken and on my knees, I pray,
Save me before the sun greets another day.
Protect me from the darkness, let my torment end,
So I can be your Man of God once again.

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THE STRUGGLE WITHIN PART ITHE STRUGGLE WITHIN PART I

Here I am… or what's left of me I guess,

Who could have envisioned me in this life's mess?

Not me… especially knowing I've nothing left,

Let my words speak as to my lack of something deft,

I'm trapped in the rubble and they've left me behind,

By "they" I'm talking about the faculties of my mind,

So I must face this on my own the best that I can,

In doing so, immortality eludes me for I'm just a man,

I'm reminded so by the scars which brand my skin,

This will be my final stand against the struggle within,

The beast has all the intentions of me to slay,

Yet mine tell me that I cannot go out this

FALLENFALLEN

Apprehensively I peer over the ledge,

My nerves become so tense and on edge,

All the ignorant words they have said,

Still are haunting echoes within my head,

I've tried and tried to not take them to heart,

But is only so much that I can take on my part,

So tonight I drink the poison and savor the taste,

For when killing one's self, don't make haste,

Why do I want to leave so fucking fast?

I toast the devil, "May friendships always last!"

For Heaven was always my lifelong obsession,

But they led me to sell my soul to Hell's possession,

I have never been a person to shy away from blame,

Yet tonight, for once, it doesn't bea

BATTLE PRAYERBATTLE PRAYER

I need a tourniquet from the blood my soul does shed,

If these wounds do not heal, all that I am will surely be dead,

Stitch me up and send me back to battle in this our war,

For we declared it and now we must resolve it, I do implore,

Salvation is not just a word of hope for the meek,

Salvation is the endless and tiresome relief we all seek,

Especially these days in this world of lost and never found,

There has got to be some way to turn the inevitable around,

With every sunset the end of days draws ever so near,

As my soul continues to bleed, my time too is ending I fear,

The last hours of humans being is now within

REALIZATIONS AND REVELATIONSREALIZATIONS AND REVELATIONS

It's kind of funny how I never saw it before,

You've become beyond beautiful you're so much more,

You lead my thoughts to where they've never been,

I always believed I could see beauty from within,

It all leaves me to wonder if I really ever did,

If that's the case then color me shameful and sordid,

Realizations and revelations emerge from the past,

Blindness may have stricken me then, but I see at last,

I'd love to know where you've been all these years,

While I've been living out loneliness, my greatest of fears,

Maybe, just maybe you could have saved me from my grief,

I see it now, how you are my sa

MY CHILDMY CHILD

I remember the day when she stopped calling me Brad,

She wrapped her arms around me and said, "I love you, dad."

I know I had plenty faults and flaws, these things I realize,

But at that moment in time, I was special in someone's eyes,

She was my child despite genetics she had become a piece of me,

Though her mother took her away, in my heart she'll always be,

I know I had my troubles and I wasn't the best, but nor was I the worst,

I can't apologize to her enough that she was exposed to my curse,

My sorrows to her for in me she saw a piece of life's harsh reality,

It was a burden of substance and with that she became a casu

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PUT ME IN YOUR DREAMS

by *skaggzy, Jan 9, 2013, 7:56:02 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

PUT ME IN YOUR DREAMS

Just relax and put me in your dreams,
Take me to places that I have never seen,
Please take me by my trembling hand,
Let me help you try to understand,
All of the madness that surrounds me,
I'll give you just a peek, it's so you can see,
Now don't try to save me from it all,
There's no need to fear me when I fall,
I've gotten good at picking myself up again,
Don't cry, because I can't feel the pain,
Others have left me, scarred and broken,
And the hurt is an anguish left unspoken,
It will linger on until the bitter end,
Despite my weary eyes, I still see you as my friend,
Maybe someday you'll let me in your heart,
But to be in your dreams, is a beautiful way to start…

-skaggzy

PUT ME IN YOUR DREAMSby *skaggzy

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

poetry...

~satellite-hearts Jan 9, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Amazing.

*skaggzy Jan 10, 2013 Professional General Artist

Thank you!

I was just messing around last night on Facebook and "put me in your dreams" popped into my mind. So I wrote it as a post and this is how it turned out.

~satellite-hearts Jan 10, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

You're welcome!!! It's amazing, nonetheless.

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