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I'm not perfect
This is true
I'm normal
Like the rest of you

We all love one show
We're our own little clan
Of fellow Xiaolin lovers
Each of us a huge fan

I'm no different
I just make art
To satisfy
My Xiaolin loving heart

Goddess, they call me
The fandom's queen
Words such as these
Are quite mean

I seek no attention
For I am rather shy
This, my friends
Is no lie

I don't need fame
I don't need praise
All I need are my friends
Who help me through my bad days

I'm not perfect
This is true
I'm normal
Like the rest of you
I feel writing sometimes helps express my feelings. So, I thought I'd share this with the Xiaolin fandom. 

DO NOT STEAL! THIS IS MINE! YOU CAN ONLY USE IT IF I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO.

Xiaolin Showdown/Chronicles (c) Christy Hui

Poem (c) Me
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Allure me... to this illusive web.
Truss me in such disheartened fibers.
So strenuous, will it ever ebb?
To reach the venom which deciphers.
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There's twenty people on my floor,
Beneath the stairs, behind the door.
Their sleeping bodies crowd the halls,
Their weary backs against the walls.

The world outside is dark and grim,
With waters red and skies grown dim.
To go out there is danger now,
In poisoned air, and flaming boughs.

These warriors take shelter here,
From Monster's wrath, and choking fear.
For though these soldiers are quite strong,
This fight, I fear, will be prolonged.

There's twenty people on my floor,
To fight a war like none before.
And yet, amid the strafe and fright,
With these friends I rest tonight.
Some Dorks inspired crap for you.

Good luck figuring out where this is going.

Critiques are encouraged. I'd like to know how to do better. I'm more of a short story writer than a poet.
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i scuff at sidewalk bottle caps,
mouthing your name as i pass shriveled milkweed stalks and snuffed-out cigarettes.
once, the clock hands pointed north. they mock me now with each degree elapsed,
each angle pointing to a slew of compass-rose regrets.

mouthing your name as i pass shriveled milkweed stalks and snuffed-out cigarettes,
i hear the minute hand’s advance tally my silences like rosary beads,
each angle pointing to a slew of compass-rose regrets.
if only i could pull your name from this unmerciful stampede!

i hear the minute hand’s advance tally my silences like rosary beads.
every dull tock measures out those quinine conversations, sly unripened smiles, and yet i know
if only i could pull your name from this unmerciful stampede,
the cobwebs binding me to mute labyrinths of time might let me go.

every dull tock measures out those quinine conversations, sly unripened smiles, and yet i know
your redwood hands could  be the ones to rescue me, and then
the cobwebs binding me to mute labyrinths of time might let me go…
oh, how can i speak when these dark flocks of raven-fears still cluster in my mind like minutemen?

your redwood hands could be the ones to rescue me, and then –

once, the clock hands pointed north. they mock me now with each degree elapsed.
oh, how can i speak when these dark flocks of raven-fears still cluster in my mind like minutemen?
i scuff at sidewalk bottle caps.
Day 21 of NaPoWriMo.

Trying out a pantoum - it was hard. (March/April Forms Challenge
I worked on this nonstop for a few days, and now I'm posting it before I decide I hate it and feel the need to change it all again.

Feedback appreciated!
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Birds, keep calling.
As the morning comes,
Child-like awe delights at your music.
And spinning around I follow you,
Wherever you lead is exciting!


Birds, keep calling.
As the sun is high,
Now I wish for a new type of song.
With novel, cascading whistles,
Yet revering our adventures of old.


Birds, keep calling.
As the shade comforts,
I have heard you in many places,
Seen with you many histories,
And danced with you in dreams.
Please, birds, keep calling.


Birds, keep calling,
In the still evening,
From beyond the cracked window,
Touring the heavens on created wings,
You sing back your joyous discoveries
To those who may only long to see.
Please, birds, keep calling.
One night on the mountain, around 2am, I could hear many birds singing through my open window. They didn't seem to mind that it was dark, and they sung beautiful songs. It moved me, and I tried to figure out why. The contemplation led to this.
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Everything comes upon me
Like a savage stormy sea
No land as far as I can see
Never wanted this to be

I can't see the beautiful day
It is too far away
This storm within me
Is raging and killing me

I can't live like this
My old life I miss
I can't control this curse
And you only make it worse

Why did you do this to me?
Why can't you ever see
The effect you have on me?
This was never meant to be

Your easy lives
And constant lies
Burning like coal
Have taken their toll

This storm is raging
There is no caging
Too late for mending
This life is ending
I made the first stanza back when I first came on to DA and finally finished it a few weeks ago. It was in my poem dump journal but I decided to make it a deviation 
Most poems in the dump are either super short or unfinished or I just can't think of a title for them...
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The happiness that belongs inside,
Diminished by the bad things that happened in life

That smile, which you held once, with pride,
Destroyed whilst living on edge, like standing at the brink of a knife

Your mind, now, can never rest,
Not even the gentle words I speak, get through

Breathing, in fear, with a pain in your chest,
I can't get you out, no one can, except you
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I look at the image
In the glass
So much older
But I hope
So much wiser
Behind the eyes
Hidden by dark glasses
To hide the scars
To hide the pain

You only let them see
What you want them to
The smile
You wear for the world

You walk amongst them
Pretending
As Pat sings in your headphones
"Don't Let It Show"
Words you live by now
Even from the ones that matter
You wear that smile
On your face

Dark glasses
Your mask
Dark glasses
Your mask
No comment on this one. It just came into my head...
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Like flowers we bloom,
then wither and die.
Our last breath in life,
becomes our final goodbye.

But first we must grow,
to be tall and be strong.
We'll spread our roots out,
and attempt to live long.

We reach for the sky,
to the sun and the stars.
To live out the life,
that can only be ours.

We grow and we grow,
then stop all at once.
So we grow while we can,
we can do it just once.

So, like flowers we'll bloom,
then wither and die.
And our last breath in life,
is our only goodbye...

This is a poem of mine that I wrote a good four years ago or so. I wrote it as part of a vow I made to change my way of thinking. I'd seen someone I should have been very close to, a relative, die of cancer in the hospital. When I realized that her dying- that seeing her crippled state didn't effect me the way if was effecting everyone else, I cried. 
I wrote this a year after she passed on in memory of her, and as a start of changing myself. I'd spent so long hating people for not being kind, that I'd forgotten how to actually sympathise with other people. I'd spent so long caring only about the outcast animals- strays that never let anyone aside from me touch them- that I'd forgotten that people can be treated just as badly as them.
Five years ago I took that step and more or less forced all the broken pieces of my heart back together, and I made sure that I'd never close people out neeedlessly again...
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To these words and their meaning I call you,
May their message at least give you pause:
When the end of all things comes to name you,
May this war have a meaningless cause?

The scars of our anger grow deeper;
In a shadow of sorrow we wait.
Is the circle of vengeance forever?
Are we proud of the picture we paint?

I wonder if truth has a bylaw,
Of one thing or ten things or none.
I wonder if words become more,
Than murmurs or carvings in stone.

As these dark times around us unravel,
May wisdom come first to your mind.
And whatever the road that you travel,
May peace be the treasure you find.

May the blood in your veins never bind you,
Never pain you, nor lead you to strife.
May it never delude, shame or blind you,
To this magnificent mystery called life.
This poem goes with my story, but I think it's strong enough to be submitted separately.
Most of it was as difficult to write as poetry usually is for me. I tend to stare at the page and play with the English language till I find something that fits. But happily, verse four came out in about twenty seconds flat :)

Note: I actually put this poem up ages ago, but as a .pdf. I'm soon going to change my whole story from .pdf files to this format. Maybe it's just my dodgy laptop, but I find that reading .pdf files on this site hurts my brain.
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