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Flowers
Staring,
Gazing at this dazzling domain on the hillside,
An endless expanse of raging reds and violent violet violets,
Watching this majestic mountainside,
Joy abounds in my heart,
mind,
in my soul.
The open feeling that these flowers of freedom create makes me fly,
The barrage of beauty beating a drum on my retina,
Creating a rainbow of colors and emotions.
A feeling of exploration, of things yet to be discovered.
A sense of relaxation, a calmness that cascades through me, making me forget about the
world for a time.
Color and joy are the pollen these plants emit, and I feel bathed in the happiness of these
flowers.
Memories
We dance our last, green grass in our toes, gusting wind in our hair,
Feet bare on the ground of Nature, embracing us in love,
Rocking, back and forth, to and fro, as the earth falls silent,
Swaying to the owls, the wind, and the soaring sphere above.
A day.
A measurement of time flowing by, yet
this day has a name. A
title whereupon sits the hopes and dreams,
The aspirations of a generation of pupils.
A symbol.
A representation of something it is not.
Without people, the symbol is
meaningless.
But with enough people...
A name.
A title by which to call something,
And by giving it a name, we
raise this day above all other days.
We make this day special.
How strange.
A feeling of odd displacement.
Why make a special day to spread our
love?
A special day to show our real feelings.
How frustrating.
A feeling of anger towards a noun.
How annoying that a name, a simple title,
Can say the
words I cannot.
How amazing.
We have a day to love each other,
We have a day to care,
A way to say simply three words:
I love you.
Seasons
Summer
The sun shines at its brightest,
The rains do cease to come,
The world seems at its rightest,
It's time to have some fun!
Fall
The sun begins to hide,
The leaves do disappear,
Children do stay inside,
It happens every year.
Winter
Creatures vanish from sight,
We get our days off school,
The cold does not seem right,
With lack of swimming pools.
Spring
The growing of the plants,
Sprouting of the shrubs,
Along with them come ants,
And little, tiny, grubs.
...right?
Love: A condition of the heart, soul, and mind, where the happiness of oneself depends
upon the happiness of another.
Down Deep
As I lay, restless,
You grasp a thought I cannot,
You pull this away,
To think of happier nouns.
Startled, as I wake
to find myself alive and well in the world once more.
Oh! dreamcatcher, you provide me safe harbor from nightmares,
But it's the real world I need protection from.
The Forest
As I open to reply,
My heart runs as 'twere that I was dying,
Every breath is a challenge, but made good by your intoxicating bouquet,
Every breath out only made to breathe back in.
Soaring.
Heightened by love,
Flying across mountains
and clouds,
Between trees green
oceans blue
and ice caps crystal.
Knocking the snow off the tallest alp.
Realizing.
This world is damaged,
This world is sick,
The mountains rise and
fall like the sea
and forest so green,
This world needs a doctor,
a helper, a
savior.
You.
Flight may be beyond
you,
But the forest is still green for
you,
the sky is still blue for
you,
and the ice caps still crystal for
you.
Laugh
Learn
Love
Word Block
...yet up.
Roller Coaster
Roller Coaster:
Up and down
Side to side
Lean in
Lean out
Upside-down
Falling.
Me:
Feeling happy, then sad,
Emotions change with a turn of the track,
Getting involved in things I shouldn't,
Staying out of things I shouldn't,
Losing friends I didn't know I had,
Betraying trusts I didn't know existed,
Landing.
I sit at my desk,
I stare at the wall,
I stare at the paper,
And the world spins on.
I get up to walk,
No incentive notwithstanding,
To walk to the door,
To walk in the world.
An open book,
A new book.
A blank page,
A medium for expression,
Flowing, words like liquid merging,
A mixing bowl of ingredients:
Two cups of paper
One cup of ink,
A hint of pepper with a dash of love.
A trinity of color, cascading down the mountain like a waterfall designed by the gods.
Each droplet another world of beauty, each little part of the whole splashing silently upon
the world below. The land covered in molecules of sensuous smells and attracting
aromas. To this hillside I would travel with you, the whole world lying below us as we
are swept away by the rambling river of the mountain. The earth stretching out in front of
us, the endless expanse of life, blanketed in by the all-covering clouds above, and the
great blue above that. All the life on our hillside quiet, save my whispers, your laughter,
and the gentle twittering and whistling of birds, chasing love across the sky. From our
viewpoint we watch the world, sunrise, sunset, moonrise, moonset. Time ticks by, and we
are lost within ourselves... our love... our flower.
"In the realm of possible things, I'd like a sunset to sit and watch with you. In the realm of
things not so possible, I'd like a never-ending sunset to sit and watch with you."
Fog
A haze.
A mist, maneuvering over forests,
A floating liquid,
Making life
fuzzy.
I like it,
Yell at me,
Hate me,
Hit me,
Not them. Feelings will pass,
And you won't hate them,
But they'll hate you.
Hate me in their place,
It's fine.
Let go.
Bottling it all up
letting it burst,
these are
bad
things.
Say what you think
say it then
not later.
Aware of my stupidity,
Stupid to the point of ignorance,
Ignoring what I hate to hear,
Hearing the insults I receive.
Enjoying all the attention,
Attending to all my fears,
Fearing that truths are what they say,
Saying that I don't care,
Caring about all of their comments,
Commenting only to compliment,
Complimenting all too much.
flows as so much liquid, water and grass mingle together as a single organism,
sharing a simple goal of survival and ultimately to be beautiful, beautiful as the stars
floating high above us surrounded by nothingness yet burning so bright as to be able to
impress their wonder upon a world of people times away, to be able to strike confusion
and joy abounding in the hearts of darkest men, men whose very demons turn and run
from them in fear of what awaits them were they to confront this evil, the stars, as
beautiful as the flowing rivers of water and grass, turn these darkest of dark, darkest of
men, to seek higher heights and greater goods, standing upon the hilltop of tumbling
souls, gazing up and down, marveling at the intricate design and freedom of the universe
as the wind, carrying scents from across the plains of the earth, gusts upon their faces
while the leaves hanging low over ponds lying low drip drops of the morning dew onto
the glassy surface of such, with beauty in their rhythm and love in the very sight, singing
their song as the day goes on, continuing the wandering of the water, drifting on through
trickles and streams, bordered by reeds, with the sound of caring precision and love while
the The Universe
The Stuff of Dreams
Individual as a child,
Comes only once a while,
Adults think it vile,
Sure to make me smile.
It's like sitting beneath a tree. Underground, overwater, above earth and sand and cloud
until there's nothing left. You're alone with the universe, above, below, around and within
you. When loneliness washes over like a wave upon the shore, what then? The grandest,
most wholesome being in creation... and the only one. A lonely god, with an existence to
rule, but no subjects. A kingdom with no purpose, and we're all just floating. Love and
emotions were lost eons into the future, for time has no meaning nor purpose. Having
achieved ecstasy, perfection, nirvana, what comes next? What, after all is known and
gone, can come of living? With every sunset planned and every future seen, every blade
of grass understood and every past explored, every disaster stopped and every killing
prevented, the only thing that comes after Utopia is death. Death, gentlemen, is what
comes after the universe has been judged and deemed not guilty - is the only thing not
understood, and that scares even an omnipotent god, humbles the greatest among us.
With everything on the horizon foreseen, the world ceases to exist, and comes to an
unbeing.
It's the end of the day, gentlemen, and I'm quite fatigued; adieu and good day, gentlemen.
Love 2
A vision,
Of the future,
Of a road yet to be traveled,
Of the soft thumping of your heart in time to their footsteps.
Try as I might,
You're still the same old you.
I never thought you'd have to fight
against me, I thought it was what's right,
I thought you loved me too...
Try as I might.
Though I could sing you words of praise, I'll save my songs for better days,
Because this morn the morning star did not arrive upon the sky.
We laughed, and thought it was a joke, and mirth and jeers and fun we poked,
But as the day continued, folk stopped rolling and began to cry.
The news reports were comforting, the poets sure the sun was shy,
And others still thought we would die.
It wasn't just the sun 'twas gone, but all the light that shone upon
Our earth, built lovely by design, now cast in darkness by - who knows?
For all the humans on our rock, and all the minds against God fought,
It wasn't long before our shot at sight once more was logic's foe;
And thus the crying did commence, the prayers and hopes for a hero,
But time went by and none did show.
The broken bodies, fallen men; those who would not rise again,
Encompassed us as we walked by, our company of twenty-three.
Though some of us would weep for death, the rest of us behind them left,
Not out of hate for their life's theft, but out of want for those we need;
The some of us with kids and wives among the dead we did not see,
We searched for them, and I for thee.
If not but for the grace of fate, our names would all be labeled "late;"
Shadow, it seemed, had had its fill, and so it searched another group.
At last we found a shining city, buildings tall and sparkling pretty.
The beauty marked by corpses gritty, blood that stained the ground like soup
Distracted from the usual grace. We found now that our tired troupe
Required rest, and to regroup.
Although our sun was still obscured, the comp'ny made us reassured,
And as we fought 'bout what to do, we thought it best to get some sleep
Before another creature foul did find us while upon its prowl.
Our eyes did not close easy now, not after all we had seen creep
Across the wasteland of our earth, but soon we were all in a heap
Upon the ground, and resting deep.
Now as I lay there doused in rest, I tried to think of what was best
For our entire collective group, but all I saw was your pure face
With many tears streaked down your cheeks, with eyes so empty and so meek,
Consumed by thoughts of futures bleak, and when I woke it was that face
That spurred me on towards the west, while all the others were to race
Against the beast. "If that's the case,"
Said I, "then you must go your way, but my true love doth to west lay,
And I'll not leave her to shadow, for there's naught that I wouldn't do
To see the one I love again, to chance upon her side: remain
Upon your stable course, maintain, continue to the place you're due,
For both of us have separate fates, but I cannot be joining you;
I know my love will show me through."
I nursed you back to health for days, just longing for a glance, a gaze,
A trembling wink to keep me going, or any sign apart from us,
But still there wasn't such a call, no human contact; none at all.
But on day five I saw signs small, such as you did roll and fuss
And writhe upon your makeshift bed. You were in pain, but at least thus,
Rather than death quick ending us.
The week turned quickly into four, as darkness thickened more and more,
But that was all you took to heal, and soon I had my love with me.
There still remained the evil dark, the unexplained and simply stark
Reality of our embark; with naught from my old twenty-three,
I knew to guess that they were gone, and with me my love did agree;
The shadow's our reality.
Later she saw with some precision sturdy spires, glossy prisons,
And thus we picked a way to walk and began the search for the source.
We knew it would be hard to find, but challenge did we never mind.
We wander'd 'cross the desert blind, threatened by wind and strong remorse,
Emotion for the bodies seen, dry as bone and just put, of course;
Something worse than pure brute force.
Our brains and spirits worn down, we finally looked for what we found;
A giant building stretched by crystal, strong and stout and shadow-filled,
The one place all the rest had failed, the place that goodness had been jailed.
With but our brains its walls we scaled, and as we climbed ourselves did chill,
For just the touch of such a surface was enough to sap our will,
And yet our goal we must fulfill.
Our clothing nothing but torn rags, our very souls upon us dragged,
We reached the topmost castle spire, and gazed upon the King of Crowns.
He didn't speak in words or sounds, but rather abstract thoughts of nouns.
He told us of his old hometown, and of his world now broken down;
He spoke of kingdoms, wars of old, and gave us image of his frown;
And yet we glared at King of Crowns.
"You spend your time talking in thoughts, but 'cross the world we have fought.
Atop your castle high you sit, and though quite many you have killed,
The human race lives on in us, and fight for them we always must,
Until we die with one quick thrust; we are the humans fate fulfilled,
The last two soldiers of our war, and on our backs a world we'll build...
And on our backs a world we'll build."
And with the closing of that sentence, came down from heaven good Repentance,
For it was she who gave us heal, who whispered life into our souls,
And it was she who conquered dark by sending just one fatal spark
Into the center of its heart, and from first one came many holes,
The patches of sunlight once more came pouring from the earth's two poles;
We wand'rers had achieved our goal.
Though I had written words of praise, I saved my songs for better days,
Because that morn the dark had come to wage war all across the sky.
Now that it's gone we laugh and joke, but in the past no fun we poked,
And now the earth's devoid of folk besides the both of us, and I.
The grass below our back is nice, and I'm quite sure the sun is high,
And others still thought we would die.
Who?
Fact: after tests, I'm always far less stressed than before. I just
Love such freedom from the tests I shall see so much of in my
Years of high school, oh my God, so many I could cry, or just
Lay down and die on the ground, on the wood, on the floor, oh the
Tests I abhor, all the dates and the names, oh Gods so many
Names. Oh now give me a test where I'm asked to define all the
Reasons for life or the truth behind love and the myst'ry of
Death and I'll give you my answers 'till I'm out of breath and I'm
Blue in the face or the whole human race is quite bored of my
Words, of my twitters like birds, but give me no tests with just facts,
I need far more than that, something more deep and less easy to
See, something that we would know just by being human, for that's
All that I really desire in a test; just a test of our
Humanity, don't you see? It's quite clear, for me at any
Rate. Now, debate the meaning of my words, but now don't be ab-
-surd;
I'm only rambling.
Internet Warrior
Sierra Hill:
A girl (or man?) who just wants to chill.
While life in West Linn gets a bit boring,
She can always come out to Portland; beware, it's pouring.
John Cappuccio,
A man of the youth, you know.
With his sword and his scepter (or pen)
He disappeared to his basement and never was seen again.
Joseph Diebold
Refuses to ever grow old.
He stays up all night to get his work done,
But when he is finished with the first, there's always another one.
Cameron Dieter,
Our own personal theater.
A quick talker, fast thinker, and good with the ladies,
Although we've all thought him a little too shady.
Jonas Hanna,
A brother who hails from Havanna.
Or maybe he doesn't, but who really cares?
I don't know him that well, and he don't own a bear.
Summer
The river trickled stead'ly by the tree that I had chosen, working its way down towards
the ocean's shore.
Calmly, though I knew that it felt rushed, try as he did to leave this kingdom of the brush.
Now, I'll admit that at first all the thoughts of the trees didn't matter to me, but that
changed when I took a good look at the brook and I saw how it weaved 'tween them all,
quite strange.
All my wants and my needs seemed to fade to nothing, no more did I have to wait for the
phone to ring; no, all there was to do was to think 'bout that brook, the tiny but flowing
and beautiful thing.
Try as I might, it wouldn't leave my mind; All I could do is leave my world behind.
Cars and buildings turned but hellish prisons, now my life was split open in schism.
Once I had turned my back only thoughts of my past stuck with me while I sat by the tree
I was at, and the place that I knew was the place I would stay for the rest of my days.
#1 - Introduction
To introduce
These are my rhymes.
If you’re reading them, well,
You’ve seen better times.
#2 - Love
You left me
completely.
I meant to
forget you
but somehow
(don’t know how)
You kept on
persisting
when I should
be drifting.
So much for
last Thursday.
It seems your
allure stays
even when
(once again)
I hate what
You stand for,
and slam shut
the front door.
Made me better.
Your soothing words, they helped me through,
Made me better.
Every sentence, every letter,
Every single thought from you,
All of it made me feel new,
Made me better.
#18 - Under
So bland; so dull.
So empty of the world I know.
So bland; so dull.
Melding clay into my skull.
For all the wonder earth can show,
At emptiness this is a pro.
So bland; so dull.
#20 - Fortitude
I keep pushing,
Hoping to pull past this
and her
and that.
Is it even possible
to pull beyond
my life?
my past?
Her?
Do I even want to?
No, I don’t.
It would help
but I don’t.
I’m all she has left
and if I
move
on
then she’s gone
forever,
just because I’m
forgetful.
#21 - War
To me she sang
When things went wrong;
Now better things
Have come along.
#23 - Distasteful
I am distasteful,
But do not mind my self-hate;
My love went to you.
#25 - Lurking
A history
Of battles fought and battles lost.
A history
Of all they’ve had and all they’ll be,
Of principles and mistakes cost,
Of empires up and empires tossed...
A history.
#27 - Foreign
To pitter patter
on the rooftops leaves nothing
to chance;
To voyage in the open
breeds pitter patter in the heart,
In my heart.
I love my people and they love me,
to pit
to pat
inside
my heart.
#31 - Flower
Staring,
Gazing at this dazzling domain on the hillside,
An endless expanse of raging reds and violent violet violets,
Watching this majestic mountainside,
Joy abounds in my heart,
mind,
in my soul.
The open feeling that these flowers of freedom create makes me fly,
The barrage of beauty beating a drum on my retina,
Creating a rainbow of colors and emotions.
A feeling of exploration, of things yet to be discovered.
A sense of relaxation, a calmness that cascades through me, making me forget about the
world for a time.
Color and joy are the pollen these plants emit, and I feel bathed in the happiness of these
flowers.
#32 - Night
So see them.
You never cared
about me, and I never cared
about you.
Everything we ever meant
to each other
one another
left behind when you left me for them.
I care about you
more than they do.
The mark of an excellent man,
But I live
by the wayside
without you.
#40 - 4:29 PM
If I wake at 8:34 AM
I went
to sleep
on time.
It was an early evening, both exhausted,
And I missed you.
If I wake at 10:56 AM
we talked
until
we yawned.
Mouths wide, we spoke as friends,
And I loved it.
So here we are.
We must both go our separate ways,
Because I’m “sub-par,”
And you’ve “seen better days.”
Pling,
and the ripples outward fly.
Miss you, miss you,
Waving waving,
Giving all the words I’m saving
to you,
So I can be free of the
aftershocks
of my actions,
the ripples of the world
and spend
my time
with you.
#47 - Dirt
#62 - Voodoo
Voodoo doughnuts;
A shop at which we can go nuts.
Though the lines may be long, the tension of waiting
Was made so much easier when Sierra and Tyler were dating.
#64 - City
#65 - Horrorific
#66 - Show
#67 - Drum
#68 - Hero
#69 - Annoyance
#70 - 67%
#72 - Mislead
This way
then that way, I thought
I could
trust
you
but your inconsistencies led
me to
believe
not in you but in
others, not in marshland
but in others,
not you.
#73 - I. Can’t.
“I just. I can’t.”
You said those words to me today,
“I just. I can’t.”
You know what else just simply can’t?
I can never lead you astray,
So now I will quite simply say,
“I just. I can’t.”
#74 - Confrontation
#75 - Mirror
Even though I shouldn’t be there, why on earth should they all care?
To them I fit in like a glove, tight and trim and oh so nice.
But for simple small rebellions, I would be a fighting felon
‘Stead of cutting watermelon, sipping once or maybe twice.
I always thought it would be good, perchance maybe rather nice
Never again to sip twice.
As they all up their nose and sneer, I gently shed one single tear
For all the times I could have had were I not in Proper Prison.
I try hard to keep from snapping, from slowly swiftly simply snapping,
Thinking hard of flying, flapping high above this Proper Prison.
Trust me; I am so much more, and it was a hard decision,
But my mirror’s my own prison.
#76 - Broken
#77 - Testament
Everything I have
Is a testament to how
Much I could give you.
#78 - Drink
#79 - FUCK
#84 - Cold
#85 - Sick
#87 - Hunger
#88 - Pain
#90 - Triangle
#91 - Drown
#92 - Rape
And thump.
I suspected for five seconds,
Then confirmed, and thump.
I love you I’m sorry oh gods how do I-
You can’t, it’s over, it happened before- and thump,
That’s, I mean, how could, are you,
and thump,
I’m fine, it’s done, I didn’t mean - and thump,
Talk to me?
I will.
Thump thump.
#93 - Iron
#94 - Soft
#95 - Advertisement
#98 - Puzzle
A combination of my mind
And yours together make
The perfect person. We have shied
Away from all we didn’t take,
All the chances that we had,
But puzzling as we are, we make
Each other laugh. I’m glad
this isn’t simple; it shouldn’t be,
But perfect fits are never bad,
And oh so rare, so don’t you see
That making picture perfect futures
Might be all we need, you and me,
To focus our lives on our futures
And solve the mystery of our lives;
Take one good look at both our futures
And tell me if our puzzle needs more time,
Or - listen - can we hear bells chime.
#99 - Alone
Double Dactyls
John
Higgledy piggledy,
Wise John Cappuccio,
Six thousand words: one night,
What a cool guy.
Sierra
Hankety pankety,
Lovely old Tofu: our
Synchronized mindfucks are
Really quite old.
The Devil
Patty cake, patty cake,
Lonely sir Lucifer
Sat in his boiler booth
Down in his lair.
Forrest
Higgledy Piggledy,
Forrest, old Portlander,
Runs across streets so he
Can earn his name.
Sleep
Love
Indpendence
Marshlands
Everything's good,
My friends happy,
Just as they should,
So why not me?
Innocence
Love Unrequited
Unearthly
Your Love
Farewell
Potentiality
The Soldier