1501w poems

orb

Mon, 27 Apr 2009 20:36:04 -0500

i saw with my strain eyes an orb
what is this orb
was it really an orb?
I strained my eyes just to see more
I fought to see the light during the day
who would of thpught it would be so hard
the pigments all looked the same
I dare not think of what it is my strained eyes can see
I walked toward it in wonder and aww
I saw my life through anothers eyes
i still walked towards it in wonder and pain
not realizing this orb is my life
a path that was set without my consent a path i knew all to well something inevitable, something strained
i refused to believe that there was no other way
i saw this orb, what is this orb
this orb is my life path
an inevitab;e path that i could not stop to strain

In class automatic writing

Mon, 27 Apr 2009 20:33:16 -0500

Purple monkeys and bamboo hairs
you saw fiftenn people i saw nothing but flares
3 things wrong, 12 times the fight
never say never because it just might bite.
15ft by 30ft is ameasurment i saw you twice and thought 2 times rice?
honestly open to chnge but very negelctive in every eay
black hair, blue eyes, pale skin, never mind.
simple side dishes and dark tans.
green eyes, dark skin, black hair oh hell!!
what is wrong with people!!
what is wrong with you!!

dreams and fantasies

Sat, 18 Apr 2009 16:58:37 -0500

In this fantasy everything goes wrong
i see everythinfrom a 3rd view
i cant help but attempt to change this fantasy
with no success
in this fantsy all my dreams come true
but in this fantsy everything goe wrong
i get everything i want, which is something that doesnt happen
i get a house and a life
a life without chaos and complications
i fight for this life, without knowing that this something i dont want
not on these terms, not with these stakes
i risk so much just to gain so little
a dream is nothing more then a pigment of mu imagination
thats why they are called dreams
dreams allow you to have hope, without dreams no one would have a purpose
dreams and fantasies are what we fight for what i fight for
but with this dream, with this fantasy i get nothing but heartache and despair
so why do people dream when it is a known failure
why do i dream when i know none of it will come true
why dream a dream when you can live a lie

me and I

Sat, 04 Apr 2009 21:51:39 -0500

i never thought there would be a day when you would let go
with all of my strength i tried to keep hold
but your hands got cold and frail, i couldnt keep a hold
you say that there was nothing within me but i know that was not for certain
I was with in me, you saw me but you didnt see I
i am the one who tried to hold you hand and keep from the cold
but you onnly saw me, a mask i've worn for years but have been unable to shed it
I brought you warmth and comfort when your house was broken
but me was all you saw.
me was not enough but i had no reason to show you I
i would have been vounerable, that is something that i can not handle
so me is what you were given, me is all i have to give
i cant be put in the open, from fear of being hurt
so me is what you were given but me is not what you wanted
no te preocupes estoy bien ( dont worry im fine)
yo busco alguien mas ( i will look for someone else)
alguien feliz y amable ( someone happy and friendly)
no te preocupes ( dont worry)
yo busco a alguien que no es usted ( i will lokk for someone who is not you)

freaky good poem 2 different versions

Tue, 31 Mar 2009 00:30:40 -0500

two dead men got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other drew there swords and shot each other.
One was blind and the other couldn't see
So they chose a dummy for a referee.
A blind man went to see fair play,
A dumb man went to shout "hooray!"
A paralyzed donkey passing by,
Kicked the blind man in the eye,
Knocked him through a nine inch wall,
Into a dry ditch and drowned them all,
A deaf policeman heard the noise and shot and killed those two dead boys
If you don't believe me the stories true
Ask the blind man who saw it too!

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Thu, 26 Feb 2009 16:54:51 -0500

i speak of you and you speak of me
we hold hands but none of it is true
i have nothing but the will to fight and you have only the will for flight
i bring you in and all you do is repel me
i fight for US and you fight for YOU
i fight for your existence and you fight for resistance
i talk, you yell, i cry, you laugh
you are my complement
but it seems a complement is not what you want
i've waited and i've been patient
but for what?
for your self preservation!
i take care of you and you take care of yourself who is taking care of me?
who is there to offer their hand for me when im in a time of need?
who comforts me?
no one, i am my own defense
i deal with everything that you refuse to.
i fix your problems and everyone elses and leave my own problems to chance
i put you before me and them before me but who puts me before them?
all the time and energy i put into YOU and i always go unnoticed
i cater to you, and everyone else
i give them what you can not an sacrifice my plans for yours
i bring them joy and hope
and all you bring me is self despair
i cry when you're not looking, in the confinds of my room
i hear what you wont let the others hear
i protect you, them
i help YOU and YOU help yourself
i give them a reason to come back, i give them answers that you refuse to give
i give them reassurance, i give them hope
i bring them back to a home, a broken home
a home we all avoid, a home we have learned to accept
and in time it will be a home we will love instead of a home we hate.

what am i ?

Thu, 26 Feb 2009 16:32:09 -0500

i am what you want me to be
i can be what you think you cannot
i am mischief, simplicity, and chaos if you so choose
i am everything your are not, but only if you allow me
i'm lovable and decietful at the same time
i can make you act but also react, i can prevent you from working
but i can also push you to do your best
what am i?
i am selfish, careless, sore and pleasant
i'll make you cry and hate and
make you love and laugh
i am what drives you
i give you hope and despair
i make the wheels turn when you cant
i give you that burst of energy when you feel you cant
i can make everything better when no one else can
i open doors and closed them when i so choose
i can give you the world but only if you allow me.
i can prove everyone wrong including you
what am i?

untitled

Thu, 12 Feb 2009 14:26:46 -0500

self inflicting, self sufficient pain
pain that lurkes and hides
within ourselves, unknowingly
we carry pain and move throughout life
ignoring it, hiding it, masking it.
Self inflicting, self sufficient pain
unsustainable, unprecedent pain
we laugh and smile but behind
that cresent moon you see is a
field of loneliness and depair
you see my face you see my eyes
but do you see my pain?
you should, you hide what i hide
so why can't you see what i see
self inflicting, self sufficient pain
the signs are visible, i know you see them
why do you ignore them?
your refusal to see what i see
engulfs you. simply because
your refusal is what is hiding you
self inflicting self sufficent pain
you cant hide it, you cant run from it
so why do you ignore it?
Self inflicting, self sufficent pain
should i hide behind your refusal
since i can not make a mask of my own?
would you allow it? or is this
self inflicting, self sufficent pain
all you know

people

Thu, 29 Jan 2009 15:21:34 -0500

People,
there are people who judge me, judge you but dont judge themselves
above the rim is where they believe they are
waiting and juding all those who pass
i passed, you passed, she passed, he passed, we passed !!
did we pass ? I find myself to be on a level that i thought i had surpassed
i was never one for self preservation, if a hand was needed i gave an arm
selfless acts are noble or just sheer stupidity.
your told never to judge but to love, when you love you run a risk
when you judge there is no risk
people
people judge, hate, feel, love,and cry
but as an indivdual what is it that you do?
do you cry, laugh, hate, love, JUDGE?
an important event took place not long ago
a black president has been elected into the white house
to be our president.
people,
people talk and fight, and we allow it
when you strive for one thing another goes wrong
people are like pieces of yarn as the yarn unravels
so do they.
i thought i had surpassed this obstacle
an illusion is what i was given and an illusion is what i ran with
i was never one for self preservation, i was never one for illusions either
so i stare back in wonder, How did we get to this point
How did I get to this point? people
people is how the world started, how it ended, how it will end
i was never one for self preservation, i was never one for illusions
but now illusions are all i have in a world full of PEOPLE
people who love, hate ,cry, judge, fight, and laugh
people
i was never one for self preservation, i was never one for illusions either
when a hand was needed i gave an arm
when the world is needed we gave......
people
i was never one for self preservation. i was never one for illusions
but in a world full of people illusions were all i had
i was never one for self preservation
i was never for the...
people