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I Am a WriterI am a writer.
Yes, it’s easy for me to fall into a dream.
But there is nothing wrong with being tighter
With a story’s theme.

I am a writer.
That is all I will ever want to be
In the end, my story will be lighter,
And my characters will finally be free.

I am a writer.
There is nothing easier to say than that.
I will never let a story wither
Nor let a story fall flat

I am a soon to be author.
With several books ready to be read,
I want them to have great honor
And wish there will be tears shed.

To HooverHoover state: waking up to sleep
because that’s all I’m good for;
out of work, out of time again
and my brother won’t spare a dime.

Blanket sweat reminds me of this
Hoover state: waking up to sleep
in depressions of this planet;
the moon weeps for me in daytime.

I yank my pockets out, like it's
my country's flag; punch-line of the
Hoover state: waking up to sleep
in my sagging skin on decline.

I've no penny to my name,
jumping out the window (one
last time) makes me worth more in this
Hoover state: waking up to sleep.

Twinkle StarTwinkle twinkle little star
Noone cares just who you are
When you fall the fall is far
Twinkle twinkle superstar.

Pieces of chessKings and pawns are all the same
All but pieces in a game
A stroke of luck
A touch of ill fate
Decides in the end who will be
Checkmate

The Soldier's Letter To HomeI write this from my death bed
My eyes fading in the light
Drowned in crimson red,
Drowned in shaking fright.
The enemy has won
The war now has ended
And though killed by my son
May his sins be ammended.
For this is Civil War
I cannot change the tide
So from you I implore
Do what is right.

Bury me somewhere nice
Near, and fair to look at
And forgive my son his sins;
For in war, no one wins.

Take Death's HandI do not fear Death.
My life has been long enough.
It's time I take my last breath.
I shall not rebuff.
Death stands by my side,
his hand extended for me to take.
His face is veiled like that of a bride.
This life I now forsake
as Death takes me away.
I do not regret
for I am free of the fray.
Please do not fret
for I am okay.

~Evil creatures~

They're evil creatures in the night
Lurking in the shadows but still seeing there sight
From they're pale skin and glowing eyes
Out there graves they will rise
Moaning and groaning is what you hear
Your body will soon fill with fear

They walk or run in a fast pace
Here they come for the chase
Get ready for the fear
Coming through the door they are here
Board up the windows to keep them away
This is the place you don't want to stay

It's too late now they're breaking in
It's a fight you may not win
Grab you shotgun prepare for the fight
This battle may last all night
Pain and blood come from your arm
A bite from these creatures can cause muc

EndlingHere am I, the captive thylacine
Treading my tiger-striped, ungainly way
Around the metal-mesh confinement of my cage
Here am I, exhibited, exhumed
Brought from the brink to pace another day
A living testament, a final thumbmarked page
Here am I, the only specimen
Bereft of mate, of pups, of kin, of kind
Watching the claws of history extending
Here am I, the final thylacine
The only one, the last, the lost, the endling.

Who Was HeHe stood at the average height for men.
His built was quite average.
His eyes were that of cyan.
Nonetheless, he was average.

His hair was that of blonde,
Nearly, white.
His walk and personality had a great bond.
He was a confident sight.

His skin was a delicate peach.
His muscles were quite firm.
So irresistible, a teasing reach.
His appearance had its own term.

One that the dictionary cannot confirm.

Who was he?
That man with his own sea?
He was one without a name.
His appearance was a taunting game.
He was one without a number for an age.
Forget it, he’s fake on this page.

SuicideThere's no blood on her hands
Bullet holes in the door
Nothing but colored pills
And her lying on the floor

You look at her face
There's despair in her eyes
And you wonder what she thought
As she fell and died

And maybe you're begging her to come back
And maybe you're asking why she let go
The hurt in your chest feels like a heart attack
And now you finally know

Maybe you could've helped her
If you'd looked past your own nose
Maybe she'd be alive now
You had a chance, this is what you chose
Now maybe you'll learn from things
That you didn't see
Maybe you'll open your eyes
And rescue him, or her, or me
Maybe she cried a prayer
For the oth

All AloneI'm sitting in my four walled room
Their closing in, like an ancient tomb
I feel like I'm wasting time for two
When all I want is me and you

Last RoadTwo people, both alike in personality,
Shared a home where the scene was played,
From shattered souls to new beginnings,
Where screams were heard on this doomsday.
From golden moons crisp as the sun,
A mother who has not yet won,
The illness will strive until the deed is done,
Even if the daughter has not begun.
The road that lies ahead,
Is now a mother who is dead,
With hugs and kisses that are gone,
The daughter who will beat them all;
Thy which your eyes and ears can pretend,
What here shall be a transformation undid.

Aur si plumbUn gând de aur, dar se simte
mai greu ca un pumnal de plumb
ce intră-n coaste, se învârte,
și caută să iasă prin minte...
Stilou de aur, scrie versuri,
dar lasă urme ca de plumb,
pe foi mânjite de cerneală,
și de cafea, și alte resturi...

Un glonţ de aur, dar se simte
mai tandru ca o zi de plumb,
îl pun aici, închid capacul,
și ca un gând, îl scot prin minte.

WarWhen stories of battle are shared,
They are full of fame and glory.
No one knows what war really holds,
That is, until they hear this story.
At first there is much excitement,
Your chance to be a hero.
Then homesickness begins to set in,
The sorrow makes you feel like zero.
Then the supplies get cut off,
Your stomach cries out for food.
It rains then it droughts, and then you want out,
You'd laugh at your situation but you're not in the mood.
No sanitation, no garbage cans,
You are living in human waste.
The tents are torn up, the beds full of lice,
You wish you were in a different place.
Then you finally go to fight,
This is your chance to prove yourself.
All your comrades are shot down,
So much for fame and wealth...
Cleaning up the bodies,
Of those who used to be your friends.
Not even time for a proper burial,
Too many injuries to attend.
Then there's the sneak attack,
You are all caught by surprise.
A brutal, bloody, massacre,
A bullet between your eyes.
In this little game o

One WindowOne window is all I need
To see the world for what it truly is
With my mind a system of creed.
My talent can depict or dismiss
This world of goals, so hear my heed.

I sit down beside a journal,
My fingers clutching a pencil.
I will make my character’s life spiral
And send them off to a council
Where they must advance through the next trial.

One window is all I need
To watch them afar a long, hazy field,
Where I can study their speed
Of understanding when they will yield
Of life, itself, so they need to hear my heed.

My character’s goal,
As well as mine,
Is to be whole
And see how bright life can shine
Even through the darkness

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Water and SaltThe ocean, with tides
Flowing in
Flowing out
At the moon's call
Made of water and salt
And little living things

Mother of life
My mother

So am I, with tides
Flowing in
Flowing out
At the moon's call
Made of water and salt
And little living things.

SurrealAlive is kind of
Surreal

Eat
Walk
Sleep

File this
Remember that

Go there

Do that

Smile
Laugh
Talk

A breath of wind
Chill in the air
Autumn leaves

Deja vu

Northern lights?
No
Not yet

Alive is kind of
Surreal

Am I here?
Really?

Alive is very
Surreal
To me

But late-at-night-lying-in-your-arms
Is real

And my hand in yours
Is real

Your kisses on my neck
Are real

Waking at dawn
And hearing your breath by my ear
Is real

Your look
Your touch
Your hair
Your eyes
Your love

Real

And alive isn't
So surreal
Anymore.

Somewhere it's RainingIt seems that not a day goes by
Bullets and bombs dont fall from the sky.
Pray to Allah every day
Make it rain instead so I can play.

Somewhere it's raining. Somewhere it's raining

Day by day this war goes on
I'm left no choice, I write this song.
See fighter planes soaring by
Think birds are all that should fly.

Somewhere it's raining. Somewhere it's raining.

We're living poor the fields are dry
But bullets are all that fall from the sky.
So many soldiers marching through
When I'm grown I'll be one too.

Somewhere it's raining. Somewhere it's raining.
Where is it raining?

four wallsI know these four walls
I built them.

I know these four walls
Know these ancient blood stains
The blood was mine.

I know these four walls
Know the smooth parts
Washed by a thousand tears
The tears were mine.

I know these four walls.

I know these four walls
Know the false comfort
Know the deceptive peace
Once found inside.

I know these four walls
Know the pain they lock inside
The pain they breed.

I know these four walls
I built them.

Set me free.

Cant ForgetIt's not the being alone
It's the lonliness
That eats my soul when I'm away from you.
It's not the place I'm at
It's the emptyness
That makes me do the thing I do.
You'll never know how much I need you.

I'll work 'till the day is through
To keep you from my mind.
No matter what I do
I think of you.
Remember how kisses feel
Remember hands on my skin.
I try but cant forget
In my mind you're there.

It's not the being alone
It's the lonliness
That eats my soul when I'm away from you.
It's not the place I'm at
It's the emptyness
That makes me do the thing I do.
You'll never know how much I need you.

I'll run 'till I fall

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Internal War

by ~Panther-Nora, Jan 22, 2004, 10:18:51 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

There is a war
With casualties unnumbered.
Each side’s the worst off
And each side’s the best.

Armies laughing and shooting
They’re slashing and burning
The pain, it is something that wont go away.

One side has cannons,
The other has bombs.
They fire and fire
With desperate desire
Their trenches go higher.
They’re dying, and filing the earth with their bones.

Each blast cuts me deeper
I’m down on my knees.
Haven’t you heard?
It’s all inside of me.

Can’t you see that you’re killing what’s inside of me?

Internal Warby ~Panther-Nora

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

This is just how I feel sometimes.

!White-Shores Feb 13, 2004 Writer

This is how I look at war as well!!! Awesome!

~Panther-Nora Feb 13, 2004

I think everyone gets something different from any given poem, Thanks for commenting.

~tiger-queen Feb 2, 2004

that's so cool i like the twist at the end. if you didn't read that title that is(like i didnt lol)

~Panther-Nora Feb 3, 2004

Thanks. yeah, I almost didnt give it that title... maybe I shouldnt have.

~TeArFrOMaHeARtLesSSo Jan 26, 2004 Writer

Im glad its not very often....i am in my own hell too.
But great poetry of ya soul if i can say....v beautiful!

~Panther-Nora Jan 26, 2004

Thank you.

~TeArFrOMaHeARtLesSSo Jan 26, 2004 Writer

Again....a Pleasure ^_~!

~Ramuel Jan 24, 2004

Hmmm. That doesnt sound very happy.

:hugs: Me make better?
Good poem, though, I really like it.

-Ramuel
P.S. You spelled filling wront on the last line of the third stanza...
Sorry, I just notice these things...

~Panther-Nora Jan 24, 2004

Thank you for noticing that I spelled a word wrong. I dont notice things like that, and I'm always glad when people tell me.
it isnt very happy, but I dont feel like that very often.

~Kriasai Jan 24, 2004

Wow, that's really good! Very deep.

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