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Hanging by a MomentI will always wonder what she was thinking that day.
Though I wasn't the kindest or bravest,
Nor was I the smartest or most charming,
For some reason, on that day, she chose me.

I was plenty surprised to say the least;
Certainly with her charm, beauty and wits,
She could have had anyone in the world,
And yet she choose me, a spoony poet.

It was as if an occult hand swooped from
The heavens and turned her gaze towards me,
For it could have only been divine work,
To make me worth an angel's attention.

Here I am, clutching to that memory,
Hanging by a moment.

Perchance to ForgetA single rose stands in the midst of a dreary grey,
The only remnant of a time long ago,
A reminder of a brighter past.

I sit here day after day,
Doing my very best to keep this rose,
To keep my dream alive.

And thus far I have been successful,
But I know I can’t keep this up,
For time will eventually run out.

And so I take this rose,
And gently dig her out from the dirt,
Leaving the field barren.

I take this chance to start anew;
I till the soil and plant new seeds,
And water the foundation.

Perchance, I can take this opportunity to forget the past,
And place my focus and energy in the present,
So that I might make a better future

IThere is a certain word
Overused, too often heard
It's so simple and small
Thinnest of the letters all
Yet it's meaning, what a contrast
The gab between them is so vast
They could not be any less alike
The speaker uses it to strike,
to be the center of everything
It's overused one may think
It's impossible to avoid its use
and also very hard to reduce
And it makes me wonder: "Why
is it so diffucult not to say 'I'?"

The Pride of WordsI am an author, a poet, a writer, and a story-teller
I have a dream to become a New York best-seller
But why is this work unrecognized by most
Why can we hardly ever make the winning post?

I shall tell you why - the populous won't take the time
To take in the meaning behind the rhyme
They choose instead to look at a pretty picture
Why should they waste time to read boring scripture?

It takes less than a heartbeat to look at an image
Pictures of angels or pirates and their pillage
Yes, it takes longer to read a poem or story
But within the words lie the truth of glory

Pretty pictures may be quick to look at
Sure, you can draw a ha

UntitledIt is in the blackest abyss,
Yes, and the darkest crevices of the earth,
Where the burning candle shines the brightest.

It is in the bleakest of moments,
When all hope seems to flee,
When you can find a friend by your side.

Wherever you are, whatever the time, however you feel,
Just know that I will always be here,
Always with you, always loyal.

For as long as the sun continues to rise,
And you possess the strength to get to your feet,
There is still hope.

Two-FaceIf eyes were made to see, then I am blind.
If the mind was made to think, then mine lies dormant.
If the soul was meant to be intact, then mine is damaged beyond repair.

Who is this person I see in the mirror?
This hateful, spiteful creature that stares hungrily,
Feeding on fear and cynicism.

I try and try to ignore this part of me,
But that task gets harder with each passing second,
For it is impossible to run away from myself.

Who am I really?
The man I believe myself to be,
Or the beast that stands in the mirror?

ContradictionsThese things seem to rule my life,
Some people hate me and cause me strife,
Others think me a hero, ready to sacrifice myself.
Many think me noble, but you can decide that yourself.

Contradictions, they rule my life, "Why did she break up with you?"
A complete and utter list of contradictions, all of which I tell you,
"Does she love you?" I answer she says so, and I love her too.
A contradiction follows, "But then why did she break-up with you?"

That's the mystery, the greatest contradiction of all, to all of you,
But no, I leave out one thing, the thing that kills me inside too.
"I'm just... I'm not happy." What she said, word for word,
And I cry now, because what she said did not go unheard.

Death is knockingDeath knocks at my door.
I pretend I'm not around,
Hoping he would leave.
But he's just the messenger
For the mourning yet to come

Death keeps on knocking.
There is no way to fool him.
He knows my place well.
No matter where I move to,
He never fails finding me

Death is still knocking.
I give in, open the door.
"It's been quite a while."
He's acting like an old friend
While he tells who died this time.

39. DreamI had a wonderful dream last night
And now I desperately fight
Not to forget anything of it
But I keep loosing bit by bit
I am digging in the desert's sand
try to catch water with my hand
But the more and the harder I try
The faster the water trickles away
With the water the dream does comply
And my memories slowly decay

Commission - Angel and Demon"Are you going to tell
the same story over and over again?"
I can hear you yell
Hear me out before you complain!
The story is eternal
Immortal and everlasting about
Two beings, one infernal
one divine, trust and doubt.
I am going to tell
An old story with new words again.

Once upon a time there
came an angel down to earth, so pure she was
Sent from above where
No lie was heard, there was no cause
For a word to be untrue.
For a single heart to host any greed.
About demons angels knew
They were a sinful breed.
To an unknown place there
Descended an angel, kind she was

But for reasons unknown
The angel found herself in a pri

TodayToday the lion ate me
He swallowed me in whole
Today old demons found me
And claimed parts of my soul
Today, it was not my day

Today the lion bit me
I fought with all my strength
Today the demons got me
I disputed at length
Today was not my day

Today the lion ate me
To show me he's the king
Today the demons got me
Their poison injecting
Today wasn't my day

Today I left the lion
With a scar I have earned
Today I shed off demons
And gained a lesson learned
Today was my day

Frightful MeetingShe ran into the woods alone
Until she reached an ancient stone
A forgotten giant's ashen bone
Overgrown by moss and firs
Where there was the love of hers

But not joy guided her today
Not happiness showed her the way
As rain fell from a sky led gray
Saltwater ran down her face
When she reached their meeting place

Adorned with a ruby red stain
A body awaited her slain
Causing such unbearable pain
Whom she'd given her heart to
Now had his own cut in two

Jelousy, the bitter passion
This cruel scenery did fashion
Where he ended up as ashen
and cold as the stone and sky
Made the loved girl want to die

Angels and DemonsAngels and Demons

For years humans have been deceived:
"Angels are holy and represent good,
While demons are corrupt and represent evil."
But this was perceived in bad blood…

Angels have enslaved the human race,
Tricking them into thinking they were free.
What they did not know was that they were being used,
And the angels condemned the humans, you see.

The demons were simply outraged,
"The humans must live a free life!
You angels have gone too far this time!
Prepare to fall in this newborn strife!"

The angels, cunning as they were,
Tricked the humans into helping them.
"Humans, these demons are evil.
We are good; help us

A ComparisonI do not dare to speak of family
When yours was torn apart so suddenly
I do not dare to speak of funerals
When you had to bury several friends
I do not speak of depressions and mental issues
When your demons had almost got you killed
I do not speak of the darkness I am fighting
Compared to your hell it's merely a shade

You all have faced greater horrors
Than I can ever imagine
I never felt such intense pain
I never was already dying
What right do I have to be weak
When you survived so much worse?

Calypso's PrisonI sit here, trapped on this curséd island,
Forbidden to die, unable to dream
Of a day when my misery might end.
Those times when the callous, spiteful Gods deem

It appropriate to send me a friend;
A companion, or perhaps a lover…
Times that make it seem like my pain might end…
But with Gods so cruel, why do I even bother?

It’s a game to keep me in discontent,
Hateful fun to keep me isolated,
To have me wish that eternity might end.
Ages I’ve hoped, and ages I’ve waited,

But it seems as if the Fates are content,
To leave me prisoner in paradise.

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Paradise Lost

by ~TheAmericanRealist, Jun 22, 2012, 3:04:38 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Man cannot understand how much he truly has,
Until that which he holds most dear to his heart,
Is stolen from him, never to be seen again.

Man will never realize the consequences of his actions,
Until he makes a single mistake that ruins his life,
And the guilt eats away at his soul.

Man is incapable of knowing love,
Until his heart has been broken,
Therefore allowing him to understand loss.

Man will take everything for granted,
Until the occult hand of fate swoops from the heavens,
And snatches away all that he owns.

Man can never appreciate happiness,
Until he is overwhelmed with grief.