WS32: Poem for Friday: Puting the past behind me.

Hello Ol' friend

long time no see

please put an emphasis on no see

its been a while

but now I think I am finally happy


See i've been doing some thinking

like a lot

And I feel it's time to cange

and get away from the deranged

so I may break through my self made cage


So let this serve as the final signal

that I am now completely sure your not real

and let these words be caught in my mind

and lost, so they may diminish in time


Life is now easy

I can do anything now, no really

I must thank you for your prison

be cause now I truly feel free 

science a key

questions for me, questions to answer

to pave, to mold, and destroy

all this belong to the power of we


So here is my final good bye

a symbol for improvement

and dont get this twisted

I did not abandon you

nor you abandon me

I am simply acknowledging now, that you were never to be

Poetry Assignment #10: Trying to Change (Beget These Chains)

Today will be my Final day of being me

Laugh right now but tomorrow you'll see

That I may pursue my Destiny


To these chains, beget, over the seas

Until they grow wings and are finally free

Today will be my Final day of being me


A hill encountered, to climb is the key

So please hand me a reed

That I may pursue my Destiny


Depression too deep, and The slope too steep

I am no longer sure what I can say to be:

Today will be my Final day of being me


I guess their wings have frozen, and latched back onto thee

The summit in reach, I'm missing the tools, to damn far, to end so quickly

That I may pursue my Destiny


In the end will I change?

Inconceivable thoughts and processes, just held back to not let's say

Today is my Final day of being me

That I may pursue my Destiny

Poetry Assignment #9: A Legendary Tale

A legendary Tale


In the corner stood The Legend

Pondering how to find  a Myth

It may just be an old Rumor

But If you believe in the Lore

Then you will follow his Tale

On his quest for the Truth


The Facts are the Truth

And to uncover,  you must be a Legend

For Facts are so rare, thy're closer to Myth

Go to the cave; so says the Rumor

to fin an Old man known to the Lore

And ask the Old Man for his Tale


"You wonder my Tale?

Well, if you insist here's the Truth

There is a Dragon, who has killed many a Legend

And he sits on the rock that has made many a Myth

He can hear his name when spoke ill, so quickly spread a rumor

Or lest yourself be lost in lore"


The Dragon looked down from his mountain reflecting his Lore

When in the wind, he heard an unpleasant Tale

"I did not, No that isn't the Truth!"

And he was off clear his name, and retain a Legend

He crashed through the village, and disproved many he thought he was Myth

"What you people say is a lie! now who spread this viscous Rumor?"


"It was I who spread the Rumor!"

And then stood the man unafraid of the Lore

"For to know the facts, I had to create a silly Tale"

The dragon shouted with fire "so, its due to you, wanting the Truth?!'

The dragon grabed with his claws and caught the Legend

"After this you'll be all but a Myth"


But he cut him self free with a blade made from Myth

He stabbed the Beast, enraged by his Rumor

In the dragons one weakness, discovered in Lore

He asked the beast, in its final Tale

To tell just one single Truth

So, that he himself may be a Legend


"Tomorrow I may be myth, thanks to your hurtful Rumor

But at least you respected the Lore, and so shall I with the Tale

Of the worlds one Truth, you my friend; are Legend

WS30: Poem For Wednesday: Love, Hate, Love, Hate

I may welcome myself to the world of the city of Dis

Were I shall remain King, and my subjects; pissed

Lock away my hope, this is my right

Self destruction some say, death is only a husk

I shall never forget, lest I submit

Soon I myself, will give The Devil my wrists

Poetry Assignment #8: A letter form Man to Life (work in progress)

first and foremost, the format and theme of this poem is heavily inspired by the song "A Letter From God To Man" by  Dan Le Sac vs. Scroobius Pip.






A Letter From Man to Life



 So I guess this apology is long overdue

I've tried for a while to see if I can justify my actions

But sometimes Logic doesn't seem to be my highest virtue

I try to say I'm civilized now, yet I endorse that which keep others from becoming one to

I have much to make up, so let"s go through the list


I am sorry for my constant violence

In my defense you engineered me for Survival of the fittest

Something by itself is horrible to witness

But it seems even as I outgrew is need, I kept its seed


I kill nature for sport, and man for lord

I kill air and the ground for my own peronl crown

I kill knowledge for control, and speech for silence

So kill I will, for a time until I need not thrill, but that will never cease


But I'm sorry at least

Poetry Assignment #7: This tunnel not lit

It's the valley of the shadow of death

and as I walk its most dangerous path

I prepare my lungs for their final breath

This I believe, an escape from life's wrath.



woe is me, woe is me, city of dis

I fear not, for at least there I may live

I believe neither heaven nor hell, truly exist

but if they do, let my soul be a shiv.



In death; I am my own destiny

In this life; I feel only a prison  

Can this truly be it, life's  prodigy 

gone in the wind; madness murdered its kin



Let fate be my judge, this is it I quit

I've been persistent; a tunnel not lit

Starter #29: F the (song)PO-lice

the choice is easy, create your own song....and by this I mean a mix.

To work around the "man" you simply have to create your own music mix comprising of every single song you like. technically it will be defined as its own song (so long you randomly add periodic intervals of your own "music")

hypothetically you could have a 24hr song, by simply making a compilation mix. problem solved, I win;  police lose...

WS22: Poem for Friday: Pen

A firm blade of ink
takes a bold mind to wield
For once on paper it is to sink
Its fate is forever sealed

Poetry Assignment #6: A false story

"I'm not sure if you noticed yet..."

An odd start to a conversation with my mother

I do not know what it is she would reveal

But already excitement stood through my body as a brother

ready for a surprise, a gift of steel

only to be sideswiped without caution of the real 


"I haven't been home for a while"

A true statement indeed

work had kept her busy

completely unsure of where this story will lead

what is to come, I would have expected lastly

"your father and I are growing apart"

Now I start to realise

Unsure if I am being penalised

my mind has stopped its race

not even with a steady pace


"I'm living with a coworker now"

and I am sure this can't be happening

I hate this story

no longer fun

who has won?

why am I the one?


"this is no ones fault"

now this is bullshit

science is my aim

cause and effect

there is a reason;

or none at all?


"I am still your mom"

well no shit

even with this breath taking hit

I don't see how this could change


"I've helped make his house more acommadating"

first off "he?"

second, why for me?

I don't know how or why

I have been lving in a lie

So I begin to cry, go to my bed to die

this story is over, but the truth being covered

is what hurt the most

WS28: Poem for Monday: Ignorant Hate

They say ignorance is bliss

I guess some never got the memo

people are pissed off at this, and that

him and her, he and she

My own grandfather believes that god hates fags

women deserve rags

and that the brown all wear them

He was a product of a different era, ignorant of now

yet still so angry, stressed, and borderline riddled with hate

this is a man I still love, he raised my father well, who in return raised me

It pains me to see, that the ignorance of a nation

will destroy the happiness, and well being of that it encompasses

I wish ignorance was bliss, yet this doesn't seem to be true anymore

for we live in a world of ignorant hate

Poetry Assignment #5: The Space Motto

The vast, the empty, yet filled with the unexplored

this is the space that live you and me

if trying to live off what are science implored

as we take to the skies, we begin to see


This is the space that live you and me:

One of many that we were designed to explore

To take interest in heart; this is the key

 still our power is small, to that we strive for


One of many we were designed to explore

Yes this is the motto we must keep in our mind

The universe is itsleff many times over

The vastness of space; there will still be more in the end of time


Yes this is the motto we must keep in our mind

to strive through space, dimensions, time and even our regressions

if all this is to much to stand behind, at least remember this line:

we are small, but we are alive

WS27: Poem for Friday: The King explored (Kings, Princess, Peasents Pt.2)

I used the online Brainstormer to randomly generate the following 3 words: reunion, ancient, crossbow. I prefer these over those offered on your website, as they offer a more vague image to build off of.




Too truly live in the life of a king

you will know a life without sing

To hold onto your virtue

Is to hand over your life

The enemies will pursue

and stab the heart with the greedy knife

You will wish to cave

but by then, the king is unmade

You will sail the seas

your rule; your ship

and when your boat comes to ease

you will see your old friend emerge from the fog in unwieldy ship, from bottom to tip

your bows shall cross

This is a wreck that's must

so give into your lust

or forever be lost

In the end you will be alone, forever the stone

who shall win Prince, or king...the question's rather  indeed: which side is better?

Poetry Assignment #4: A Fun Challenge

I was going to use my name, but then I was like "nah, screw that;too easy." So I decided to make it a little more interesting by using the worlds longest word ,hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia, (the fear of long words" for my ideogram

H: Two Bro's fist bumping
I: A headless man standing Erect
P: A rounded hammer
P: A car travailing down a vertical road
O: A more rounded zero
P: A turtle climbing a cliff
O: An inverse black hole
T: A man with a sombrero
O: Looking down through a straw
M: A collapsed bridge
O: A tunnel with a light at the end
N: Another, smaller, collapsed bridge that had one of the ends fail
S: The traffic travel of a drunk driver
T: A women with a sombrero
R: A headless woman with her leg out
O: The face of a surprised person
S: A snake in the sand
E: A  man doing yoga, sitting on the floor with his arms stretched forward, when he gets an erection
S: A snake in the grass
Q: That ghost from the Mario games
U: A horseshoe (easy)
I:A column to a mansion
P:A football player about to spearhead someone
P: A person bending over to pick up a penny they found
E: A bookshelf with one side missing
D: A wanna be O, that just couldn't be
A: Eiffel tower
L: A putter in golf
I: A sword without a handle
O: πr^2
P:A turtle climbing down a cliff
H: Two bros hugging it out
O:A FREAKING CIRCLE!!
B:Two turtles climbing up a cliff
I:A Pole
A: An alligator who has a stick stopping his jaw from closing; flipped upside down

WS26: Poem for Thursday: The ol' time cinema

Breaking News! Breaking News!
the future is now!
you can move, and now, pictures can too.
sooner or later they will be have sound.

Breaking News! Breaking News!
it doesn't get better than this!
The past is gone,  how can science ever out due
surely we've reached the end,  for what else could we add to our list?

Poetry Assignment #3: Keys of Life

A board of keys can make you, you and me, me

A board of keys is the sound of a thousand man army marching across your screen

A board of keys is the sight of thousand independent variables, that combine to make a larger whole

A board of keys is the feel of holding all life's truths and thee ability to change them

A board of keys is the sweet taste of the sound of your individuality set free

A board of keys is the smell of the gas that fuels your creativity

A board of keys can make you, you and me, me

WS25: Poem for Wednesday: Fun Questions

Dear Universe,

I couldn't help but notice the majesty of your vastness. I brought up a peculiar question regarding your expansion.

A mysterious dark energy is to make the infinite larger, but how does something live in this ultimate mansion

you offer mysteries with little answers, you hide the truth with lies going faster, I am sorry but you're a little more pester

I am unsure if you are one or many; alone are we together in an infinite regression. we seem to have left a false impression

If you've noticed, we humans, rarely much care, we are content with just trying to stare, until a small truth reveals a glare

If I may ask you one thing, let this please continue to ring, as without your hiding, our boredom would be suffering

Poetry Assignment #2: Mixed Feelings

"Science"

The best thing is it's true
a systematic collection of facts

But the worst thing is it's false
a chaotic battle of theories both to be disproven

But The best thing is its ability to protect
A forge for the shields to defend us from the awesome power of natural life 

But the worst thing is its knack for destruction
an anvil for swords meant to split the atoms of natural life

But the best thing is how it unifies
A species under a journey for truth and the fruits of exploration,  and how they may cook

But the worst thing is how it divides
A contradiction of previous beliefs, men tortured for simple theories that contradict a holy book

But the best thing is what it creates
devices to help us fly, to bring us back to life, and to bring sight, where once it was not

But the worst thing is what it creates
devices to help us spy, to bring an end to life, to bring blindness, where once there was not

But the best/worst thing of them all,  is it's science

WS24: Poem for tuesday: Gentle Giant

Mario

Golden fur

A stitched leg

Yet no form of violence

A gentle giant's

Loving mix

Kindness

Poetry assignment #1: Tired, yet interested

A tall man talking
a short pen tapping
my neck cracking
and me, just trying to keep awake in class

WS23: Poem for Monday: A walk through the average mans mansion

I walk through my average mans mansion
a place of my own solitude and passion
knowing soon, it shall be my time to leave
I walk these walls, already I miss what it conceives
What will happen to my average mans mansion

**note: this was not done from my perspective as a child, rather a my current perspective of losing the place I have grown up in my whole life (moving out after graduation, and the anxiety that comes with that) to avoid losing marks, please note that this was intentional.**

20 years from now

In 20 years from now, technology will have advanced (just a stab in the dark there guys.) but in all actuality not much will change. the lunar colonies will have landed in their designated areas awaiting to be inflated (supposing NASA can work through the shutdown(s)) many people believe the singularity will be hit, however this is unlikely (not impossible though) but the world will remain the same. there will be haves/have nots. there will be healthy and sick. even if doctors are replaced by robots, they would then have to hire doctors to check to make sure the robots don't mess up. this post will end abruptly because I have got to leave now...sorry.

Poem for thursday

A man who is left with only space
will find himself trapped in an endless race
No clear victor, no just pace
Yet it was he, who had the end erased

wednesday 20, halloween party

A kid comes out of the bathroom with toilet paper dangling from his waistband, and stuck to his shoe...

      "you forgot a few pieces mate." Eric gave jack the heads up.

      "really?" Jack questioned as he looked down, while he was already putting on his new outfit; a from this vest he already equipped it appeared to be some sort of cowboy/western thing. "ah, yes" he confirmed as he unattached the toilet paper from his show and threw it in the trash bin across the room, as it went in he held his hands "screw that mummy idea" he cheered "I should have dressed as a NBA player"

      "nice thought J." Alice chimed in, with her newly dyed hair cut to look like Cleopatra she even had the gold jewelry and robes to boot. "But you awareness would need some work, you forgot another" she informed and pointed to his waist  "besides, your not even black" she joking taunted.

       "hey, racists." Jack eased back at his sister. "but it appears you're right, maybe next year." jack made rid of the toilet paper, then double checked to make sure there was nothing more.

"And to think all of that work could have been avoided if you just didn't choose the same outfit as me for the party" Etic taunted him further.

"no," Jack retorted "all that work could've been avoided if our judge" Jack used his hands to stress the air quotation marks around the word judge "would have made the right call during the Rock, paper, scissors match"

"what our you talking about, I did make the right choice"

"No," jack once again retorted "he clearly cheated, he waited to see what my choice was first, before choosing rock"

"hey you should have specified whether or not we going on shoot or not." Eric shot back "no hurry up you newbs halloween only happens once a year, and I don't intend to miss the one party at which girls are actually encouraged to dress like sluts"

"I take objection to that" Alice retorted jokingly as they went out the door.

Most of the "First" things I have done are either boring, or I was too young or (legally) drugged to remember. So for this instance I shall use the LAST time I have, or ever will do a certain thing. see this will be the story of when I drove my car, without a phone

picture this: the date, roughly 3 or 4 weeks ago. I am requested to show up to the asylum of soul sucking known as Dexter High School to help with debate practice. Just got off of work at my old job. (just to clarify I was the one who quit for school purposes so my pride is unaffected.) It is raining in a manner that made Noah's little boat trip like a cruise through the Bahamas. Unbeknown to me, my new car (like 18 Hours new) had a little surprise awaiting for me. you see, the radiator hose was about preform the dance of its people (also known as the "explode for no damn reason whatsoever dance™" 

   I was on Dexter-Chelsea at the time when all of a sudden the heat gauge had its nail go from 0-over 900 in just under a second (still believe Guinness owes me a world record)  so at this point my car stops running, there is so much smoke I cant see the road (like any of it...whatsoever...not even the sides...like at all...I could see behind me though, so that's a plus) I was still traveling about 30 mph though (enough to seriously hurt someone...namely me) so I do the logical thing, and drove my car right into the ditch

So that hurt, but i was alive. smoke had completely enclosed my car, the taste of oil was in my mouth (and probably a little blood) the only noises i could hear, were the sounds of rain assaulting me car (seriously thought i was being shot at.) but i don't panic (because I am logical...