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anywayz...as a result of my poetry
plz dont think im emo~
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i really am not~
i dont even know how I write this~
so anywayz~
ttyl~

Deep in the Shadows

It was so much easier back then,
to fight for ones’ country,
for ones’ beliefs,
for the things you want to protect.
But the meaning is no longer true,
the war being a bloody fight shrouded by fog.
No longer in the light,
its true intent in the shadows,
Laced with deceit…
It meaning no longer true…

White Rose

We heard endless tales of the war,
And every tale ended in red.
The letters damp with the blood of its sender
Reaching the widow dressed in black,
Crying for the soul now lost.
One that she will never see again.
Helpless as the lives around her disappear,
Guilt locks itself in her heart,
Growing as her family disappears,
She leaves a will.
Wishing for a peaceful future
Her daughter unknowingly clutches
The hopes of millions.
We heard endless tales of the war,
But this one ended in white…

Missing you

I wait for the day that the promise is fulfilled.
Putting a stop at my endless tears of longing…
That weeps cracks in my glass heart.
But until that day comes,
I’ll look to the sky.
Seeing the endless velvet night sky,
Bound by the wishes of the winding stars…
They tie us across this unending void…

Fading

I wait for the day I can return.
To the gentle arms of my loved ones waiting,
Waiting endlessly for my return…
I wonder as I write these words,
If I would ever return…
Return as whole as I left.
I look out of the trenches and see the pain…
The endless blood split and cries eat away my heart…
I think of the fields from which I came…
The calm stars in the night sky,
When the only smoke can from my campfire.
The only shouts were ones of laughter…
I wonder…
I wonder if I can return…
And if I do, will I come back whole?
Or eaten by the despair that stalks this accursed place of death.
I incessantly wonder…
Then I pray in this godforsaken place…

Following me

I try to run away from this never-ending chain of events…
He mocks my efforts and laughs at my rebellious eyes,
Chasing me through this life to knock on death’s door,
Keeping me arrogant of what’s beyond and the events of now,
Making me run to the ends of this world and others,
Fate is following me like a shadow.
I turn with my back against the sun and look to the ground at my shadow.
Growing longer as the sun passes and goes down.
Unavoidably there with the good and the bad,
The light and the dark times,
Laying down the bricks in my path
And setting the obstacles for me to overcome;
I take a step onto this path,
Entwined with the fate of others;
In the mind’s end I meet a door with no knob;
I go around the cycle again with fate following,
And come back when my knob is waiting for me…
To get away from the cycle my door is what I choose,
Being only able to open it when I try hard enough…
I will set the bricks with my own hands,
And open the door that I made with my own choices.

Strive

I strive to be the pebble
The very one that started the ripple…
I strive to be the breeze
The breath that started the breeze…
I strive to be the change that I want to see in this world…
Creating the first movement that provoked the thoughts,
Changing from the old to the new,
Making the new black white…
I strive to be the change,
And I, while holding hands…
We shall change the world…

When only Death awaits me

I watch the world through dead eyes
I can do nothing but pray and hope
He worries for me as when I worry for him
He wastes away without letting me go
I am ready to be free and watch from above
My chains are freed but a hand holds me back...
And when that hand slips,
I want you to be there for me.
Wish me farewell with a smile,
And I will have no regrets.
Just like the melody that is now free in the breeze...

As he flies

Holding onto such hopes is painful
It’s easier just to be alone.
Yet when I saw him I realised…
I realised that I should be free
Just like the way he soars in the vast sky
Free from the loneliness.
Free to do my own will.
He said to look up,
To look up to the sky,
The wide world around me,
The endless horizon
And to be free…

Past the Pains

He looks towards the horizon,
And sees the future
Even with the pain and suffering he sees
He only goes forward,
Never looking back,
His will never breaking…
Looking for the path that shows peace
He strives to his goal.

Nature’s Call

Rustling as I steadily walk away
The sounds of reality are powerless to pull me back
The cool, mid-morning breath calls,
Chirping with the voice of birds
In the serene morning air,
Soft warmth radiates from the sun
Melting the chill that bites my skin.
Smell the grass; encased in cool glass crystals,
Opening my eyes, I see the bugs flying at a thoughtful leisure
As idle and complex as my mind.
My consciousness starts to twitch with the grass
Waiting for something to happen.

(had to sit on the grass in the morning and write a poem)

in my search on this landscape

For ever and for ever
Ne’er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
I will arise and go now, for always night and day.
Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth
Against infection and the hand of war
A motion and a spirit that impels
And did those feet in ancient times
At the sight of beauty that greets them,
Past cotton grass and moorland boulder,
The misty solitudes,
Which is here in thousands
On the darkening green
Where waters gushed and fruit trees grew
Another Athens shall arise!

1. “A Farewell” (Lord Tennyson)
2. “Composed on Westminster Bridge” (Williams Wordsworth)
3. “The lake Isle of Innisfree” (William Butler Yeats)
4. “The Epitaph”
5. “Gaunts Dying Speech” (William Shakespeare)
6. “from Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey” (William Wordsworth)
7. “Jerusalem” (William Blake)
8. “London Snow” (Robert Bridges)
9. “The Night Mail” (W.H. Auden)
10. “The way through the Woods” (Rudyard Kipling)
11. “We are going to see the rabbit” (Alan Brownjohn)
12. “The Echoing Green” (William Blake)
13. “The Pied Piper of Hamelin” (Robert Browning)
14. “Hellas” (Percy Brown Shelley)


(its a CENTO)
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GENERATION WHY?

I stand in this spiral
And watch my world shatter
The broken pieces of my glass realm crash
One by one until,
They are specks of dust on the ground
I swear it's not my fault.

These poisons drip temptingly around me
I unknowingly try one, then I drown
The syringes that pierce my body
Sends around a wave of intoxication
I'm in this cage of drugs, and still;
I swear it's not my fault.

These pleasures brush forcefully against my skin
And as I try to run from this common act
The addiction for the growing desires follow me
And tho’ I know it will destroy me I cannot stop, and so
I'm in this cage of sex, and still;
I swear it's not my fault.

These screams that echo in my head
My stereotyped sanctuary is now a hell
With nightly fights that shatter windows
My mind becomes withdrawn and I feel forsaken.
I'm in this cage of isolation with no family or house, and still;
I swear it's not my fault.

Now you know my god-forsaken life.
My pains that know no smile
The knives that cut my heart each day
Until I become a hate filled rag doll
So please don't blame me because;
I swear it's not my fault...

Faded Gold

My faded memories can no longer remember
When the chained heart appeared,
The colour is as faded as the memories I possess.
The empty knowledge of its beginnings
Does not dull the colour of its shine,
Reflecting the rays that strike its surface
With greater radiance than the sun.
No bigger than a raindrop
Its weight of two feathers goes unnoticed,
As the metallic links tinkle together
Images of a far distant place
In a faded time, form in my mind.
Inseparable; it chains itself to my heart,
With each chink of its links
Another memory is threaded together.

My Beginning, Journey & End

I crawled on the fields of my backyard,
Feeling in awe, amazement and wonder.
With the sensing of something new
My eyes took in the atmosphere.
My life had just begun, and the world was still anew.

I sat on the fields of my backyard,
With the feelings of my fateful journey.
My senses were learning every element and knowledge
Knowledge passed by and I reached out to embrace
This time for contemplation, I fretfully knew would not last long.

Now I sit on my rocking chair,
And look upon the fields.
Along with the years and knowledge gained
The feelings from my past come flooding back.
Now I anxiously fear the ticking clock,
Knowing the end is here.

So now I lie upon this warm soft bed
Blanketed by the affectionate thoughts
Of people I met on the fields those days.
Now I am ready for a new beginning.

(Some failed thing I did...)

Sin’s Fallen Seed

It bloomed like a flower over my home,
But no one dared to look,
with such extravagance,
That blew away the city.
But such a beauty was a sin.
Causing a darkness in the hearts,
In the survivors of the deadly beauty.

I lost too many on that day.
The pieces of my heart became scattered and lost.
Lost to the world with the souls of the people it held.
The meaningless tears fell from my eyes
As the aches in my heart eat me away
And the pains on my body become nothing,
As I become drowned in the deafening sirens
I look at the ashes that were caused,
By the seed growing and showing its petals

I lay in my bed, visited by no one.
For I have lost them all to the flower.
But I slowly understand the flower.
Why the seed was planted.
The feelings of its gardener.
And the reasons.

I began to rebuild my life after the flower had wilted.
I made new friends without forgetting the old,
My mind became more fragile than glass
But my dreams gave me hope.
I saw the faces of the fallen thousands,
Encouraging me to live on.
Without hesitation,
To move onwards while praying.
Praying that the clear blue sky never again turns red,
With the blood of the Atomic Bomb victims.

(Sth that I wrote in D&T, won the school paper thing :D)

The Music Blooming

The melody that rocks the boat,
The sound that soothes the child,
And moves the hearts of men…
The ink becomes the wind,
And blooms in the mind for a story
For a feeling to fill the hearts
Ones of emptiness…
And stirring up the others.
Creating emotions and thoughts,
The melody from the mouth,
Starts enchanting the world…

Reminders

Reminding me that we are merely observers,
As the people around me fall,
Like the sands of time from my hands
I steadily watch the grains fall and lift my head
Shouting to the sky, my troubles
Blown away into the wind like the tears from my eyes,
Showing me the that in time,
All things end…
We can only alter the events that happen,
For the death that we meet at the end,
Is a shining new door
For the next life that awaits us…

poetry

im just going to upload all my poetry~
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