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If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

My friend composed this for her english class. I though I would share it here since I found it quite beautiful...


After Life

Would you rather be
Forgotten
or
Hatefully remembered?

That's the kind of question you find
In high school yearbooks,
Or on the walls
Of bathroom stalls.

(Would I rather...)

Is there no other choice?
Are there no other ways
To be recalled
Once all of your days
Are numbered?

Must we all live our lives
In worthless oblivion?
Birth.
Life.
Death.
Birth.
Life.
Death.
Caring for no one,
Helping none but ourselves.
So we lie alone,
When we take our last breaths;
Whether on a hard floor or in a soft bed,
No one will mourn our deaths.

No. Not I.
I will have a purpose.
I will not be forgotten
Nor remembered with hate.

So many are unable
To provide
For their loved ones.
Where even a table
Is a luxury,
Never mind the bread.

Then there are those
With enough for ten families
Yet it is wasted
On fancy furs,
On china dolls,
And on drinks with little parasols.

And then,
There's us
In the middle.
Comfortably living
Without much to spare.
What can we do?
What can we give?
Time.
Pleasure.
Trash that is someone else's treasure.

The important thing in life
Is not to be rich
Or famous.
Rather, be good,
And learn
To love all the world.
It will love you in return.

"A stranger is just
A friend
You haven't met."

Will I live a worthless life?

No. Not I.
I will have a purpose.
I will not be forgotten
Nor remembered with hate.

There are other ways to recall those who have passed.
With affection,
Respect,
Sorrow.

There are other ways
A person, a friend
Who died today
Can be loved tomorrow.

That's really good! I like the idea behind it. I never even knew there was a poetry thread.

If this horizon's painful crawling
turns out to be
nothing more than dust in motion
in a meaningless white glow

Then I hope this place grows darker
until all the clocks have stopped
and the walls slip around me
and my blanket swallows me up.

The alarms'll never tell me that it's morning and
it's time to get up and walk the empty road again

The shadows will hold me underneath the dream
and sing to me cliches 'bout how much better
things are going to be

They might be lying but I don't know
I'll just sleep and see.

awesome

Hey everyone, i've been writing for about 2 years now... here is one of my personal favorites:

The Chapter Of Life That No One Wants To Tell

Young man can't seem to find out
That time cannot fix his past
Though how does he know time
When nothing good seems to last
When he can't seem to grab hold
Of any second he longs to keep
And that memory falls away
It falls into him, it falls too deep.

He was fooled into believing
That everyone has a purpose
So every hit to his strong ego
Is sent too far past his surface
And the young man does not notice
That countless others have tried
To stop their ego from breaking
No one succeeded, but they all lied.

Young man protects his wrongdoings
From his own future to see
He does not know he can't protect his past
From the person he will end up to be.

He didn't know time won't fix his past
His ignorance watched him as he fell
Sadly this is the chapter of life
That no one wants to tell.

It hurts to move
it hurts to move
I'm holding my ground
with my weary feet and you
by my side in the embers
of the home I burnt down.

It's hard to breathe
it's hard to breathe
there are no more doors
but I'm holding all the keys
to ends I don't want to see
places away from this scorched floor.

It's all I want
It's all I want
no more or less than
the flame for company and
your body for warmth from the
cold winds of change.

With you in the dust
With you in the dust
The road won't find me out
here in the ashes it rusts
till it breaks abandoning
me in the home I burnt down.

I really enjoyed that Joshy.

all the stuff i've been reading here lately is really, really appealing. nice work, everyone.

for some reason, i really feel like posting some stuff i wrote a while ago. i've just been going through my old journals and other stuff. meh.

a foolish boy with a foolish grin
he's fucking a girl who is pure like sin
he thinks she's perfect beyond all his desire
but he keeps forgetting his natural attire
nothing to pursuade, and nothing to lose
she's nothing special, not even his muse
i sit here watching and waiting to see
flesh against flesh, stricken knee to knee
it's ever so hard knowing this fact to be true:
these rhyme schemed poems won't bring me to you

I found this the other day and I love it

I'm Drifting through negative space,
a frown on my lack of a face,
attempting to hear
with a tenuous ear
what nobody says in this place.
Undressed in unknowable clothes,
I strike an impossible pose,
then rest my non-head
on my shadowy bed,
and when I awake, I doze.

I'm eating a make-believe bite,
today in the negative night.
The water I drink
from my fictional sink
is as dry as the darkness is light.
I toss an ephemeral ball
against an impalpable wall.
It bounces and lands
in my vanishing hands---
it's hard to keep track of it all.

I'd like to be positive, but
I'm stuck in a negative rut.
I laugh when I'm sad,
when I'm angry, I'm glad,
whatever I open, I shut.
I'm running an opposite race,
maintaining an imprecise pace.
I lose when I win,
going out coming in--
it's eerie in negative space.

-By John Prelutsky

(Untitled)

The Blinding light somehow created a shadow over you face
The clouds disappeared
and the light softened
Stars rose above our heads
The night grew silent
Except for the whispers of you and i
Drinks were left touched
The sails unmanned
Sailing anywhere the breeze took us for hours on end
the light music continued
and the blinding glow returned


"The Season"
When we first met, diamonds were scattered in the sky
You fell asleep next to the flame
the guitar played softly in the background

We talked for what seemed like forever
but forever is not enough
no one told me that it would be easy to part

in the following weekend new adventures unleashed
the clicking of the bike chain was a signal that you were near
alcohol and cigars gave you that distinct wonderful smell
laughter and common sense only brought us closer together

we met new people, diverse groups
from Reggae souls to 70's spirits
we took them in with open arms and open eyes
only to regret it
Those days will soon end,
sadly like the soul of the sun falling into the West.

I used to go out on the streets
and light up the lights
used to hang out with friends
until the hours of the night
but now I can barely leave this place
this space
this place that i hate
and now I feel like someone else
with to much on his plate

I don't have my friends who can hang out at night
or when I'm not working, in the day when it's bright
I only see a few, from time to time
but it's just too rare, for this feeling of mine
feeling of lonelyness, tired and unwanted
depression and frustration, that has me haunted
I want to meet friends, but cant seem to find
some to hang out with, or give me the time
of day or night to do something fun
instead I'm alone, 'table for one'.

How long will it last, i hope not to much longer
this feeling for friendship, this feeling of hunger
I want my old self back, I want to be young
not to be lonely; not to be one.
Is it me? have I changed? can I change myself back?
to the kid I was before, when I was back on track.
Now I am empty, hollow and cold
I don't want to be this way, until I am old

Will someone be with me, friends for a while
who will come and be with me, drive that extra mile
Do I need a car to bring back myself?
to revive me back, back to full health
I dont want to leave, cuz I'll be on my own.
if you want to talk, just pick up the phone.


- Lonely

Wow, i wish i had any artistic abilities, or could write things without people being confused at the end.

Good job all, i loved all of those

Fuck You Repetition:


Yesterday was a Tuesday
Today marks my death
Thursday they’ll be searching
For another vacant wreck

Friday they’ll find me
Slowly pull me from the floor
In an ally somewhere ominous
With useless colour sprayed on walls
we’ve often tried to climb
Clearly it’s been pointless
Clearly wasted time

So Saturday, the mourning comes
They’ll lay me in my grave
Sunday your tears evaporate, the memories erased.
Now it’s Monday, class in forty-five
Can’t afford another late
Go. Hurry up. Repeat yourself… Tomorrow’s future waste.

I’ll most likely die again on Wednesday, just for a change of pace.

A mighty crash
quick, fled to the window
A fallen star
has set flame to the ruins
of the places that you and I
once lived

Red light
burns right through me
to my heart
and the secrets its hiding
it found a name inside
it's yours

Embrace now
keep the words from coming out
as the smoke and the ash
rise upward

wrote this awhile back:
an accident,
dents my dreams,
purity stolen,
by bite of poison,
lovers made,
from children only,
thoughts confused,
by venom drink,
sharp intake,
of breath and moisture,
deed is done,
no going back,
regret,
my lethal injection.

Each Night

Each night i lay
and whisper prayers,
My love i send to you

Each Day i live
with doubtless cars
yours beauty i hold true

But then each night
i lay awake
and try to make things bright

and knowing
your so far away
does only bring me plight

For i would pay
but any price
to hold you close each night.