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Why I WriteI write for the readers,Why I Write in Free Verse
The wanderers,
The dreamers,
The ones who see with their minds.
I write for those who hope,
Those who wish,
Those who wonder.
Sometimes I write for the mad,
The ones who see things differently,
The ones who aren't afraid of the unknown,
The ones who dream by day.
I write for the poets,
The authors,
The wannabes.
I write for myself,
For my insane beliefs,
For my wandering mind,
An outlet for my thoughts.
I write for the singers,
Those who aways hear songs,
Those who can make music with anything,
Those who dance to unheard beats.
I write for the optimists,
Those who see only beauty,
Those who hea
AloneI'm stubborn,Alone in Free Verse
sarcastic,
stuck in the clouds,
insane
and dark as hell.
I believe that Heaven is not for me,
because I'd rather come back.
I care about life and think about death
much more than I really should.
I always look up when I'm on the ground
and down when I'm in the sky.
Longing for something that I cannot have,
dreaming of freedom,
though I'll never have it.
I like to howl
on dark moonless nights,
I love my time alone.
I feel like speech is a waste of time
but I'm always trying to be heard.
I know there's no one
to share my thoughts,
no one to sit with in silence
atop my favourite tree.
I'm the only one in the
Leela To FryYou're an idiot,Leela To Fry in Fan Fiction
you never think twice,
you never think once!
You're immature and childish,
you can't do anything right,
and you're too slow to realize
any of this yourself.
I hate how you're always trying...
trying to "make" me love you.
I hate your pointy hair
and your stupid grin.
I hate that goddamn jacket,
you never wash the thing.
I hate the way you screw things up,
never sticking to plans.
I hate your stupid ignorance,
why don't you stop trying?
Why do you love me?
I don't like you.
Just stop trying.
It's getting annoying,
repetitive.
Don't you ever give up?
Your effort is futile.
I hate the way you say the wron
ResolutionsI resolveResolutions in Free Verse
to be less sarcastic,
to be less random,
to be more normal,
to-
Screw this.
What defines 'normal',
a boring person
with no mind,
no thoughts to themselves,
no power,
no control,
no magic,
nothing I cherish,
nothing I love.
I resolve
to save a life,
to live without fright,
to never take flight-
Ah, but I contradict myself,
what is life without death?
What is living
if you don't have fear?
Is fear not our indication
that we are alive
and have something to loose?
I will save a life, though
in my own subtle way.
Befriend someone who seems down,
take someone's hand
when most would break it,
show them how to
The Mind Of The WriterAlways with a pencil,The Mind Of The Writer in Free Verse
my eyes keep seeing words
forming stories,
ideas keep on pouring in.
Erase a hole through the paper,
Writer's block my foe,
instruct the pencil
to dance with the pages,
a most creative ballet.
My mind is swirling all the time,
all I can think of is fiction.
Poems string themselves together,
as for stories, the endings come first.
A sentence will pop into my head,
coming from nowhere.
About death,
about life,
about fear,
about strife.
I'll look at a word
and find inspiration.
Shakespeare's a genius.
Forget about Einstein.
Think you know darkness?
Write about fear?
Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe,
on
If I Had WingsIf I had wingsIf I Had Wings in Free Verse
I'd fly away from here
with all I hold dear
held deep in my heart.
I'd live for the freedom
of wild blue skies,
lost deep in thought,
no more despise.
If I had wings
I'd have no more hate,
I'd fly with the birds
and their own silent fate.
To sing and to call,
to laugh and to fall.
To live and to breath,
to never ever leave.
No one governs the skies,
no tyrants, no wars
just the soft sun arise,
and below sweeping shores.
Wind in my hair,
feathers so fair,
I'd swoop and I'd dive,
simply being alive.
If I had wings
I'd reach for the stars,
wouldn't need any cars,
just go with the flow
all you need to kn
Hidden EyesRebels hide their eyes.Hidden Eyes in Free Verse
Behind hair, hat or glasses,
rebels hide their eyes.
Why, you ask?
A simple reason,
we're open to freedom,
and shut-out from treason.
We can't see the drones
and their hypnotizing charms.
We can't accept lies,
we'll sound the alarms.
We're blinded to blindness,
stuck in the shadow,
but still free to dream,
we've got our beliefs
and I swear we'll shout out,
always, we'll scream.
Don't dance with the devil
till you've spotted his glare,
gaze into his eyes,
feel the empty stare.
We hide our eyes
so you can't read our minds,
so our thoughts remain hidden,
our limbs out of binds.
We kept the ice co
RepetitionI woke up this morningRepetition in Free Verse
and the first thought into my mind was
"Damn."
Because I have to do it all over again.
I have to get up,
I have to go to school,
I have to listen to robots
who don't understand my way of thinking.
And I realize
I can't take it.
I can't take it anymore!
I can't stand it!
Every day is the exact same thing!
It's driving me mad and pissing me off!
I just can't take it.
I have no fear of pain,
no fear of others dying
because I know it's only fate
but why, I wonder, is this my life?
Why am I not trapped in a war,
why am I not driven to survive,
forced to escape,
obliged to attack?
When the worst hell I
Who Dares To Write The Truth?Who dares to write the truth,Who Dares To Write The Truth? in Free Verse
Who dares to write without fear,
To write what we need to hear
Not what we want to,
Who writes what's real,
What the world really is,
Who dares to criticize
What no one speaks up against,
Who writes,
Who really writes
For the world?
Will you write the truth,
Will you speak up,
Be the rebel,
Ignore the consequences,
Lead the people,
Demand your say,
Your own opinion,
Condemn the drones,
Programed in dull,
Dreary schools,
The ones with minds like mush,
Fed lies upon lies.
Don't ever trust everyone.
Will you speak up
When called upon,
Are you the brave one,
The only brave one,
The one on
Futurama:: Fry to LeelaYou're beautiful,Futurama:: Fry to Leela in Fan Fiction
You're brilliant,
You're kind and compassionate,
You always do everything right,
Maybe you don't know this,
But I do.
I love how you always,
Reject me when I tell you 'I love you',
Because that gives me another chance tomorrow,
To tell you 'I love you' again.
I love your long and violet hair,
And the way you smile,
I love your bossiness,
And the way you lead people,
Your boots are great on you,
Or did I already say that yesterday?
Why do I love you?
Because I just do,
Until you say 'I do too',
I'm never going to give up.
Say I'm clingy and desperate,
But that's just my style.
I love how your words alway
ace of nine. -.:lives:.-i.) screaming words in the dead of night, you. awkward-eyed blue-sapphire child like saucers. cyan ocean. feather artist. {flyer} savior. best friend. words-etch never beat you down, special fourth-grade flute-memoir of mine. beautiful little past-held talent. a stargazer at four am beats. warm-winter hearted airbrush-traveller.ace of nine. -.:lives:.- in Stories & Vignettes
ii.) running horses. vast, wisteria-gold fields and curiousity at sun-peach dawn. young friendship. hawks and soaring eagles over blistering sky-mountains. summer children through watering fields, creating little pools in a summer river and moss. book-screamer. {all} genius-falling water. history of victorian-lit lov
tristful.everywhere around me, they're all crying.tristful. in Emotional
blankly, i gaze at their eyes in the accumulating snowfall and see glass and outer redness, tears streaming down most faces and sniffles spread like wildfire prolifically through the air. we're all near one another in a mass of huddled black, and i'm shaking from the intense cold. there are marines in heavy navy uniforms and white-base hats before me, folding an american flag before the casket with beautifully blank statuesque faces.
someone wails to the right of me, and breaks down sobbing. i struggle not to look up because i know it will all hit me, but eventually do besides my thoughts. she's eng
False ImageFake ImageFalse Image in Free Verse
What is this?
Reality or a Dream.
Maybe a nightmare.
All who I love are gone.
Either wearing a mask or dead.
Where am I? I want to leave this place.
I want all that I love back.
I don't want a mere copy of what I once had.
I want the touch.
The scent.
The emotions.
The desire
The passion that come with your presence.
I don't want this clone.
I want you
My conscience
My life.
My love.
None of these I have…
With this false image of you
My one and true
InsecurityI've always wished that I could fly,Insecurity in Free Verse
Leave my troubles and worries,
to soar through the sky.
That I could stand up to those I despise,
Wished for courage,
so I could stare straight into their eyes.
I've always wished that my thoughts weren't so smart,
That maybe instead of thinking rationally,
I could follow my heart.
I've always wished that I was something more,
Someone that was perfect,
that others would adore.
I've always wished I wasn't me,
but after careful thought I've realized;
there isn't anyone else I could stand to be.
AngelsTears fall from green eyes,Angels in Free Verse
a broken girl,
that once dreamed of the skies.
A blue-eyed girl feels the same way,
living in the cloak of the night,
she's forgotten the day.
Both fall.
Wings broken.
Smiles lost.
They were innocent, naive,
and this is the cost.
In the darkness neither can see,
blindly reaching out,
hoping to be free.
One stumbles,
One catches,
blue eye meets green.
Together they stand up,
and the sky can be seen.
Their wings are still broken,
and sometimes they cry,
but holding hands,
together they fly.
All Hope is Not LostThe old weeping willow stood,All Hope is Not Lost in Free Verse
it's branches drooping with sorrow,
weary from the things it had seen.
A war on this very same field,
Men dropping to the ground like dominoes,
Losing their lives,
By one another's hands.
The loss of it's fellow trees as they were cut down,
Their screams of agony,
As the machinery cut into their tough skin,
Leaving only him, the last of his brothers.
He heard the weeping of the flowers and wild grass,
As they were dug up to create a flat surface,
suitable for humans to have their picnics.
The old weeping willow,
Surrounded by only a patch of grass,
And one small table made from the flesh of a brot
Broken.Every day I see the girl who used to smile and laugh, and love everything about life. She was able to be free in her own skin, and roam around, change what was necessary. She had the ability to remove poisons from herself and inject herself with love, without failing. Nothing could stop her, and this girl was determined to be successful. The catch?Broken. in Free Verse
Depression.
Major depression. It's ruined her life. This girl who was once so full of life is basically dead inside. The world is grey; everything has stopped moving, except for time. The clock goes on with its endless life yet this girl stays stuck in a hole. One that she can't climb out
My Best Friend.I don't know what my first reaction will be when I see her. I've always told myself that I would burst into tears at the sight of her. I've dreamt of putting my arms around her, and holding her close, for how many times I can't even count. When I would meet her, I'd finally see the one person that had been there for me through it all. It's a shame that I can't see her every day. The downside of having a best friend that's across the country, you can't even handle sometimes. Yet we always manage to stay closer than any best friends could be. We talk until the minute we wake up; to the minute we fell asleep. Through tears and smiles, shMy Best Friend. in Free Verse
Crush Me.Crush meCrush Me. in Free Verse
I'll be just fine
I'm living under nothing
There's no reason
To keep me
Here
Never once
Have I stopped
To think
How it hurts
Just crush me
Break me
Shatter me
I'll be the same
Because as long as
I'm broken
At least
I'll still have the pieces
Where Are You Now..Where are you nowWhere Are You Now.. in Free Verse
Is there no difference
Are you living without
Pain
Sorrow
Regret
Guilt
Do you feel nothing
Could you be so heartless
Does it haunt you
Everywhere you turn
Is it here
Is it there
Is it everywhere
Do you feel it consume you
Eat you up
Inside
Outside
Does the pain ever subside
Can you hear it in your dreams
Running
Pounding
Stabbing
Aching
Through your brain
Does it make you want to scream
Throw a fit
Anger
Frustration
Humiliation
Do you ever become
Hopeless
Do you ever feel
Worthless
Do you even
Feel
At all
Where are you now
In this world full of nothing..
Sta.sh
