Poetry

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i have a poem but i didn't write it myself, but i want 2 share it, cuz it meanz alot 2 me.....i hope itz ok, if i put it..:P:P

~Mom is Not Here~

Mom is not here; she's gone for a while
She left without a tear, not a word, not a smile.
She just went to sleep and never woke up.
She left us so quickly, it seems so abrupt.
We hate to be without her; we had her for so long
We ask her to forgive us for the things we've done wrong.
But knowing our mother, she already had
Just the thought of her children always made her heart glad.

She taught us to pray, to love and forgive,
Her love never faltered, regardless of what we did
Her hands now so still, are finally at rest,
Her life was not easy, she gave it her best.
She diapered, she fed, she scrubbed, she planted
The things she taught seem so taken for granted.
We'll never forget the smile she wore,
It was there during play time or even a chore.

Her life can't be measured by the good days or bad,
Only God can determine the heart that she had.
So many exist just because she was here,
She was Mom, she was Grandma, and she was Sister, so dear.

Mom is not here, she gone with the King
We know He has given her a new song to sing!
She's laughing with family and friends who are there
He's given her an unfading smile to wear.
Whatever she lacked in this life here below,
She has gained now in heaven, we're so glad she could go.
We will see her again; she has showen us the way.
So we now say, "good-bye Mom, you were loved in your day."
 
Your born alone,
you die alone.

The biggest threat you'll ever face
is yourself.
The words on the wall written by the accusing shadows who make assumptions that simply fail in comparison of the reflection of yourself in the mirror.
But the sun rises breaking the dim light of the room where the words that should crack your soul are written.
There in those words you see supplies necessary to build your armor.
From the words that should have destroyed you; resides your greatest defense.
Soon everything fades to black and you find yourself on a train; an infant with your current mind.
There on a rusty old beat-down map is sign that says you only go around once, then you suddenly find yourself facing two doors on each end of the car.
One is filled with life's example of good moral choices.

And the other has all of the joys of life.
Your first instinct is to go to car filled with ones that will accept so as long as you remain hidden and seem good when you really aren't.
You'll remained loved by this car, but the second you gaze at the other car, the image twists, and the words of hate appear again.
You leave, much to the fear and disbelief of the car.

While inside this car you grew older; you hurt more.
Because you didn't belong there.
So you went to the other only to find out the grass wasn't as green on the other side.
With your last breath you crawled to safety, and you become younger.
But now the middle car is empty and you've stop aging either way.
You realize it... You don't need either.
This car can be rebuilt as your sanctuary.
You'll never shed tears for what the shadows think because they mean nothing to you.
Believe this regardless of what either car thinks of you.
​
 
Prdon me but I have yet to contribute a piece that I wrote

The Isle of the Mighty

I

Take up your claymores,
Hone up your tomahawks,
These are the latter days,
In which bastards brazen stand to raze and claw.

They have grown so mighty,
A people of painful notoriety,
Their claim to infamy,
A sacrifice in morals and that of their piety.

Root and branch exchange place,
Notions of common good shall be erased.
A cold winter curse,
And the culprit flails a crushing mace.

With your name still intact,
And others watching your back,
Here we hold,
To prepare for their vitriolic attack.

It’s now been two years since then,
Fates conspire to endanger you again,
Now I’m no longer on your side,
And I’ll no longer otherwise pretend.

You don’t know what you take,
When you ravage your foe’s wife wide awake,
And now I swear,
Your heart I will crush and your eyes I shall rake.

Listen to the sound of shuffling feet,
And by the water comes my fleet,
A pincer to lock you in,
And thus administer your swift defeat.

I always had that which you lacked,
As you never thought before you’d act,
Now as it stands,
Neither your name or body remain intact.

II

In the Isle of the Mighty a new babe is born,
A new hope for the land so war torn,
Over whom I shall take care,
As of now we have few arms to bear,
It is my hope that he’ll never see a war.

There’s a sorceress hidden in the wind,
Dark incantations she weaves and spins,
As she plans to make me lay down my resolve,
As in her eyes I’ll evolve,
But it’s already been too many times I’ve sinned.

The constraints here, I’ve never seen such,
Such foul intent, it’s hard to worry overmuch,
My sword maybe gone but my shield arm is strong,
It serves to keep me from her forked tongue,
A fitting barrier against Beelzebub’s touch

Fifteen years down the line,
The young one endures as do I,
Skilled in combat, should the worst come,
The sorceress will wait till I’m undone,
Yet to the end, her will, I will defy.

And still I cling to the sea,
On a voyage leading to manifest obscurity,
Send me not from your sight,
Into the sterile, mid-winter night,
So I can avenge the heart torn from me.

I endure the curse of the father,
Amidst the encroaching lava,
A figure stands veiled in smoke,
One for whose terror many awoke,
Of devils you know and don’t, which would you rather?

Standing where obsidian castles challenge the sky,
Where festering corpses of those poorer lie,
Given to desperation,
In the face of annihilation,
It can’t be foolhardy to try.

III

The tumultuous storms carry overhead,
The quickenings of sorrows and triumphs,
Sun and moon lock together,
The sickly sight fills my heart with dread.

Morning comes as the peaks embrace the amethyst sky,
The march begins,
A malign presence flitters in the dew,
We go with our hands on our hearts, swords as sharp as our eyes.

Lo and behold, they launch the first attack,
Sinews burst, adrenaline takes hold,
Following the hacked and mutilated limbs,
They shan’t be hard to track.

We set up camp for some reprieve,
Fire crackles, we have skewered meat,
A feast fit for kings,
After our strength’s restored we prepare to leave.

We, racing, track them through the wood,
Its memories of footsteps aid us in our quest,
Alas they have ventured further than we knew,
Yet, to attack us, there’s a price to pay in blood.

We pursue as far as we dare,
Alas they are further still,
Frustrated, our quarry changed,
With fortune, better this time, I hope we fare.

Our quarry comes into sight,
A figure of sinister elegance,
Adorned in light armour, she challenges us,
Many of my men are decimated in the fight.

I attack with all my might,
She deftly parries every move I make,
Tells me to stop holding back,
I refuse to succumb to the will of such a blight.

In victory and defeat,
I lie as the breath leaves my frame,
I know to destroy the devil’s grasp,
What I’ve accomplished is no meagre feat.
 
DECADENT SPRING - A.J. Anzalone

as darkness falls and stars collapse
this state of mind, insanity lapse.
my heart, it murmurs, as strange ghost.
raging infection spread this host
and while i look for a small cure,
i find a girl who's fairly pure.
good enough to trust and keep
my heart rates speed and i don't sleep.
as sun and moon together raise,
eclipse of shadows throughout the days.
no longer will dawn detain,
i have no fear, nor fuel of pain.
and so u hear my parting speach,
a new time is here, just within reach.
 
^ Agreed. (I mean for everyone else, not including myself on this)

I’m Lucky

I’m lucky to have you, and to hold you; and to never let you go,
To kiss you and to show you, what you already know,
That inside this very heart of mine, and deep into my soul,
There is your name carved onto it, by love’s sweet miracle.
 
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