I write poetry quite often but have since hit a writers block, this is my attempt to return back into the normal swing of things and flow of how I work. I will do audio versions if you would rather hear them than read them. To further elaborate this thread will be generally used for a collection of my poems that relate to the Massivecraft Universe as a whole. If you want to add one of your own poems feel free to! I will gladly read over them and give my own review whenever I am available.
I remember my youth,
Thoughts swirl like the sea churned up by the violent crashing of a hurricane or the vicious whirlwind of a tornado
I remember my youth,
So sweet a memory lost to me by time and I…I remember where it all began
We had lined up upon that white concrete wall our parents so proud of our first Kindergarten day,
I remember the ideas that whirled within my head the excitement of the day that I should take my place as graduate.
I forgot a few things,
Like the countless times I got hit with the soccer ball or was targeted first in dodgeball
Or the pain trauma that kept myself and my momma from telling stories to dad,
But I still loved them and that time.
I think of these days quite often,
My cap and gown swaying idly in the breeze
I think of the things I could have done better and the things that could have gone worse had I done the wrong thing.
Its such a beautiful occurrence…one might say,
To look back on your younger days
My Gods I liked those glasses?
It was within the age of 9 that I had found true love,
We shared our thoughts across each other from a dirty computer screen,
And while I stand here in my boots and fatigues I see only that which I had let myself see,
is it these memories that haunt me please…cease for a moment
I have gone to war…dear reader
And by the time you read this I may no longer stand tall
But I wish for you to take my message and shout it across every classroom and hall to keep going!
Senior Paper will fly by like the breeze,
If Mom and Dad do not love each other then it was not meant to be and if you met them up in heaven please send them a good day and a hello for me.
I am growing old…
My memory already waning like that nights most fractal of views
My thoughts scatter like the debris of mortar fire.
I wish for you all to keep moving,
Do not falter and fall when you trip,
Catch yourself half way and give whatever you tripped on a kick because it
Is just another bump in the road,
And time alone only knows that we have so little of it to spare,
Take life with a grain of salt and a gentle touch of care
And while my Thoughts of Growing Old linger in the minds of those who read this
Let my Actions of Growing Old linger to,
Perhaps by then the wars will have been put to an end and we will finally have travelled to the stars,
Maybe by then I will be able to look up at you from the night sky and wish upon a midnight star and hope that it is you who shall catch my wish to
Oh you, dear reader,
Have so much time yet to lose.
Thoughts swirl like the sea churned up by the violent crashing of a hurricane or the vicious whirlwind of a tornado
I remember my youth,
So sweet a memory lost to me by time and I…I remember where it all began
We had lined up upon that white concrete wall our parents so proud of our first Kindergarten day,
I remember the ideas that whirled within my head the excitement of the day that I should take my place as graduate.
I forgot a few things,
Like the countless times I got hit with the soccer ball or was targeted first in dodgeball
Or the pain trauma that kept myself and my momma from telling stories to dad,
But I still loved them and that time.
I think of these days quite often,
My cap and gown swaying idly in the breeze
I think of the things I could have done better and the things that could have gone worse had I done the wrong thing.
Its such a beautiful occurrence…one might say,
To look back on your younger days
My Gods I liked those glasses?
It was within the age of 9 that I had found true love,
We shared our thoughts across each other from a dirty computer screen,
And while I stand here in my boots and fatigues I see only that which I had let myself see,
is it these memories that haunt me please…cease for a moment
I have gone to war…dear reader
And by the time you read this I may no longer stand tall
But I wish for you to take my message and shout it across every classroom and hall to keep going!
Senior Paper will fly by like the breeze,
If Mom and Dad do not love each other then it was not meant to be and if you met them up in heaven please send them a good day and a hello for me.
I am growing old…
My memory already waning like that nights most fractal of views
My thoughts scatter like the debris of mortar fire.
I wish for you all to keep moving,
Do not falter and fall when you trip,
Catch yourself half way and give whatever you tripped on a kick because it
Is just another bump in the road,
And time alone only knows that we have so little of it to spare,
Take life with a grain of salt and a gentle touch of care
And while my Thoughts of Growing Old linger in the minds of those who read this
Let my Actions of Growing Old linger to,
Perhaps by then the wars will have been put to an end and we will finally have travelled to the stars,
Maybe by then I will be able to look up at you from the night sky and wish upon a midnight star and hope that it is you who shall catch my wish to
Oh you, dear reader,
Have so much time yet to lose.
Silence…
The sound of Silence reminds me of the separation between my love and me.
Silence and the epitome of remembrance burn into my subconscious like the memories of a fire
And such fire reminds me of the burning passion I had for the memories, the only memories I had left
I kept them with me as I lay upon my bed and cried myself to sleep and wished I were dead,
But Death does not call to those who are dying only because of loss,
Death comes to those who are the loss and if you become one of these losses
Death Tosses you a rope to drag you to the Afterlife with and with the Sounds of Silence being the only memory you can bring with you I can still see it, the Silence reminding me of everything.
And I keep them with me at my end
Where the road bends and I take the path titled friends yet turn back to see the sign that says…
Silence….
Death pushes me down one road but I break for the other
I wake up bundled up in the clutches of my own mother drowning in parental tears
Death cannot be the one who creates these tears but the silence…coming from a still body, cold…yet somehow warm to the touch.
I was only ten years old,
My fortune was told that I would live a long life, happy with two children and one wife
And as I kid, I thought I'd love this future.
And as a teenager I still do,
But I fear that that time is coming to quick so soon
I just wish that the Silence from the other end of the phone wasn't cut off by the ringing, and the voice mail playing.
Rejection is such a terrible thing it's unbearable to think that your unwanted.
But it's just another weight lifted until Love adds a few more.
And even in the Silence of your mind as the wedding bells play your beloved walking down the aisle just to hear the words she says, I do..
So what can I do now? I am 15 years old and I have laid my entire life out
Do I just live it? Endure it?
Or do I write poems out of them and….make people see it from my point of view.
I'm not the greatest looker but even in the Silence of my bedroom I know that the greatest faces weren't because of how they were formed but what they mean,
And I am thankful to whatever God is in the sky my face symbolizes me
And once a statue is erected it shall remain…silent.
The sound of Silence reminds me of the separation between my love and me.
Silence and the epitome of remembrance burn into my subconscious like the memories of a fire
And such fire reminds me of the burning passion I had for the memories, the only memories I had left
I kept them with me as I lay upon my bed and cried myself to sleep and wished I were dead,
But Death does not call to those who are dying only because of loss,
Death comes to those who are the loss and if you become one of these losses
Death Tosses you a rope to drag you to the Afterlife with and with the Sounds of Silence being the only memory you can bring with you I can still see it, the Silence reminding me of everything.
And I keep them with me at my end
Where the road bends and I take the path titled friends yet turn back to see the sign that says…
Silence….
Death pushes me down one road but I break for the other
I wake up bundled up in the clutches of my own mother drowning in parental tears
Death cannot be the one who creates these tears but the silence…coming from a still body, cold…yet somehow warm to the touch.
I was only ten years old,
My fortune was told that I would live a long life, happy with two children and one wife
And as I kid, I thought I'd love this future.
And as a teenager I still do,
But I fear that that time is coming to quick so soon
I just wish that the Silence from the other end of the phone wasn't cut off by the ringing, and the voice mail playing.
Rejection is such a terrible thing it's unbearable to think that your unwanted.
But it's just another weight lifted until Love adds a few more.
And even in the Silence of your mind as the wedding bells play your beloved walking down the aisle just to hear the words she says, I do..
So what can I do now? I am 15 years old and I have laid my entire life out
Do I just live it? Endure it?
Or do I write poems out of them and….make people see it from my point of view.
I'm not the greatest looker but even in the Silence of my bedroom I know that the greatest faces weren't because of how they were formed but what they mean,
And I am thankful to whatever God is in the sky my face symbolizes me
And once a statue is erected it shall remain…silent.
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