I got a little black book with my poems in...

no thanks. my dad wont have anything to do with me, but he's not dead. oh well, maybe it would sound alright with a tune to go with it.

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"I open the door, to an empty room, then I forget."

(Through The Broken Window)

I suppose crime isn't all that wrong
Ever since he came along
I have friends who've started to follow him
They've all been broken in
To wear steel toe boots
And cast their shadows on each house
Under rumbling thunder and electric lightning

I suppose love isn't all that hard
Ever since Satan joined the guard
I have memories of being pushed aside
In strict accord and casual stride
And watching them march past the gutter
Down to the next victim

I suppose my thoughts are lost on the ones who are left
The shop has been closed and the paint has been stripped
A slow lonely death has plagued this barren homeland
So I must hope for a helping hand
To carry me out
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(Julia Judas)

Dragonflies pass by the skies
And spark a charm in Julia's eyes
She glances back at shark attacks
And moves toward throbbing hearts on racks
Ms. Julia Judas chooses the flutist
And clutches her fame so she can prove it
The morning dew pierces through the hues
And freezes Julia Judas blue
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(Untitled)

A jet stream of air forged its way across the United States
Brushing up against the cornfields and swaying the trees in modest
The farmer standing by his tractor felt a cool breeze grace his sweaty face in Ohio
And sighed in content and love for what was before him
The woman by the open window in the highway donut shop in the barren Texas desert
Savored this blessed relief
The scorching temperature in Mr. Danzel's black car in Northern California
Was lowered for a few sacred seconds

Within an hour 300 million light headed and demented individuals walked amongst each other
Hazed and drugged up and intoxicated by their misfortunes
A family in Kentucky made a failed attempt to sit down to supper
But could not find their seats
Wall Street was a pile of squirming bodies
Colliding and clumsily trying to escape
Traffic pileups plagued the thruways
Every professional pilot lost control of his steel bird
And thousands died by the minute

Lady lucifer hovered above the Alantic, exhaling continuously
Bringing on the genocide of Modern America
Then inhaled the power that was now destroyed
And dove into the worldwide lagoon
Laughter echoing throughout the waters

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Lime and limpid green
A second scene
The fight between the blue you once knew
Floating down
The sound resounds around
The icy waters underground

The ache consumes me
The longing eating at my soul
The need to see you, to touch you, is overwhelming
I know that our time will come and we will have the life we need but until that time arrives..
I will ache and need and long for you to be with me
I love you.
It's as simple as that

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..and your point is?

crobinson2301...my response is a few months late, and I see you've only posted once so I guess you won't read this. But for the record...you wouldn't have seen that before. I wrote it and this was first time I showed it to anyone.

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Only the very safe,
Can talk about wrong and right.
Of those that are forced to choose,
There's some who will choose to fight.

In shadows, there you stand,
Your sensuous body, but not a man.
Your touch, welcoming my flesh you mold,
Death you are, Release I hold.

Porcelain hands, caressing my soul,
My heart dying in your hold.
Fevored touch, I've never felt before,
Luscious pain, too glorious to ignore.

Warlock or Wiseman, no one knows.
His eyes, dark and deep stare into you
Feeling your pain as it flows,
He steals you away, heart, soul, & mind, whole.

I see no end to this fall
No one sees, no one knows
It's a dark hallway dragging you
But in this dream you die
You are the last to cry

oh my god! You are a lyrical genius! That was better than one of my dad's poems and he is awesome! I'll give you a little taste of one of my dad's:

Bellow out the blues
it's all for you
kicked all around, not a friend in town
walk on by, don't hold the door
you're not a friend, a friend would do more...

Continued..

Anyways, that's the jist of it all!

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I hope you find somebody who can do the things I didn't do and find the roads I didn't find and build a brighter world for you. I hope you find somebody bold enough to reach and take ahold, to guide your ever changing mind and free your ever rising soul, but I can't...no I can't.

Dr. Hook:
I Can't Touch The Sun

Written by: Shel Silverstein

Hey, it's me, Carri. I was just looking around, seeing if anyone replied to my dad's poem. I read the rest of the forum and saw a hell of a lot of talent. I read this one and thought I'd comment. I don't think it's depressing at all. People feel things all the time that they want to understand. I sometimes feel the same way too. I have never fallen in love, except for "Tim". I guess it's like how you said it, It's not easy. And it's not, I agree. I had this one friend who said he loved me, just recently actually, and I went into this whole two hour speech about everyone has someone waiting for them, this isn't the right time or place to fall in love with someone you barely know. It was total inspiration! ( I was drunk, also. That's what you might call Inspiration) He started crying and saying I changed his whole perspective on life and of course I was shocked. I also agree with you about the last sentence, "You don't know me like I do". It's true, noone knows you like you do. I tell people that all the time, I ask them things like, "What's wrong?" "Why do you look so depressed all the time?" and they say, "What do you think?" and I always reply, "I don't know, I don't live inside your head." and then, they tell me and I give them the best advice I can muster up. I do give really good advice, too. And, about your dreams, I'm studying psychology, and one of the sections is about telling people what their dreams mean. SO if you ever have any questions about dreams, ask me. I'm pretty good at it.

Talk to you later, Pete.
Your chum, Carri.

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The Tolling of The Iron Bells
Calls The Faithfull To Their Knees
To Hear The Softly Spoken Magic Spells