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that one is awesome xD

I don't know whether or not this would classify as a poem, maybe it's more of a short story, idk

anyways i was at the beach the other day and was bored so i decided to write this

Reflection in the Ocean


Sorry if there's Grammatical mistakes

@TheFox: That poem was great!

@Chaoss: That's how I feel sometimes...

I suppose I'll post ONE of my poems for now....

"Artificial God"
Reckless concentration of what isn't,
what is nothing takes shape.
Everything shall become what doesn't,
patch illusion to minds with invisible tape.
You don't understand who you are,
yet instead live in denial of yourself.
Realize what is in the jar,
untouched and alone on a shelf.
Span eternity forevermore,
create false memories and form.
Such grand control of power in your core,
sit at a stall and brainstorm.
You hear the voices of the forsaken,
dimensional barriers conceal empty space.
Ignorance is bliss until the bliss is taken,
disregard the delusion and take your place.
Cloak your intentions and take as our lead,
we shall unseeingly follow to the end.
Where frail minds would shatter and plead,
you carry a burden under disguise and pretend.
From void comes animation,
bend life and death where you trod.
You are incarnate of life and creation,
you are our artificial god.

It's about a god of life and creation with amnesia, to put in in one phrase.

"My most precious treasure?
Maybe I don't have one yet.
Maybe it's not material at all.
I think my most precious treasure is the memories I've made in my life,
and the time I've spent with the people who are precious to me
I finally realized what was really meaningful in my life,
and I'll try to make the best of my time here
I finally really appreciate everything I have.
Enjeru Bītsu! showed me I should try to make my life meaningful,
and to really impact the world in a positive way."

this post seems dead O.o

The seagull, I wonder if she is sad, left alone without being touched by,
the blue of the sky, or the blue of the sea.

I'm not much of a poet so I guess I'll just post one of my favorites

Oh! We have our pockets full, We poets, of love-letters, writ to Chloes, Daphnes — creations of our noddle-heads. Our lady-loves, — phantasms of our brains, — Dream-fancies blown into soap-bubbles! Come! Take it, and change feigned love-words into true; I breathed my sighs and moans haphazard-wise; Call all these wandering love-birds home to nest. You'll see that I was in these lettered lines, — Eloquent all the more, the less sincere! — Take it, and make an end!

It's from a play called Cyrano de Bergerac written by Edmond Rostand.

* A wild rand appears *


Lies, theft, murder and deception things of which are considerd sin,
You are corrupt, you listen to your own shadow as you give in,
You sit in your room at night, you cut deep and enjoy the blood and the taste,
Only after such deeds is the fact true that your life is just a waste,
Hurting yourself and losing your will to go on and live,
Such ignorance and suicidal thoughts that i cannot forgive,
Life is complex and before leaving you should make better of this world,
There is greater meaning its no inanimate object like a brick being hurled,
Dont be a victim of the lies of the yellow brick road of the religious,
Dont become a mindless zombie intertwined within the most common diseas which is contagious,
There is nothing "GOD" shall give you, not hope not luck and defiantly not health,
Just realise the truth be the bigger man, be your own "GOD" and believe in yourself,
But in the end you are your own self, no choice is compulsory it just your life you want to sell,
But no need to worry, there is a place of infinite acceptance yet religion calls it "HELL",
You thought you had escaped life as it was, but now you shall live on with everlasting pain,
Unaware that life was the true "heaven", now you remain here to suffer only for "satans" gain,
Now accept your choice and enjoy the agonizing sorrow,
It remains a fact you gave up the will to ever again see tomorrow.

Watch out am bad :S