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Back to reality

You’re gonna start a family

You’re only 16

What has this life

Done to you?

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Wild Mind, a Second Time

Wake up in this bed

but I never fell asleep

what is going on


Winter’s Test

The air is crisp. A serene scent of pine lingers faintly in the frosty air. The sun, poking its dim rays from the heavy clouds, barely exists in the wintry sky. The temperature is around a comfortable thirty degrees. It is a skier’s paradise in Stowe, Vermont today. The snow is extra fluffy, which resembles the texture of a pristine marshmallow. Whoosh! Only the echoes of skiers crunching into the soft frozen precipitation can be heard on the huge mountain. The young eleven-year old is about to commence his expedition down a double-black diamond ski trail. He knows that a double-black diamond is the most challenging trail on the whole mountain.  This truly marks his first risk or challenge at this point in his life. The boy can feel his heart pounding with fear throughout his lean chest. Adrenaline rushes through his veins like the Colorado River runs through the Grand Canyon.

As he looks down at the one hundred degree angle of sheer ice and treachery, the roots of his body formally known as legs are shaking rapidly as he takes his first step onto the slope. He descends down the path, gingerly whisking through the synthetic, powdery snow that the machine just laid down. It is only there to conceal the skiers and snowboarders’ mortal enemy: ice. As he glides over the ice, his razor-sharp edges of the skis carve into the ice, which is synonymous with ice skating. The youthful skier is making his way down the mountain in a rather methodical manner. Pole plant and turn, pole plant and turn. Other skiers watch in amazement as the boy rips through the mountain’s terrain! This shows his maturation, his ability to overcome adversity, and his fears.  The warm, tantalizing aroma of the Waffle Haus invades his nostrils as he reaches the base of the mountain. This marks the conclusion of the double-black diamond trail. Filled with absolute joy, he throws his hands into the air as if he just won the seventh game of the World Series!


Live Fast, Die Fun.

Live fast,

Die fun.

Life life

on the run.

Have a blast

Kick some Ass!

You’re the only one

who can be what you dream

to become.


Balance

don’t loose your nuts

saving your neck.

balance is the key.


The Meaning

The meaning is that of nothing,

The feeling is that of emptiness,

The look is that of blackness,

The sound is that of silence.

Yet,

The Hope is that of tomorrow,

The Dream is that of no sorrow,

The Wish is that of the future,

This is what I shall capture.


Problems

I’ve got some problems

that are impossible to see,

with all of these emotions,

washing over me.

Fade it to the left

and blame it on the sea,

the endless waves are crashing,

battering me.


Flaunt it

you got what you want,

when you want it

you got it,

When you get it,

Flaunt it

Then other people want it.

But don’t

Be a show off

No one likes a

Show off.


The Patch (by Lynn)

It’s not the best time

for an egg to latch,

which is why I decided

to use the patch.

I went to the doctor

for a prescription,

so I can make

beautiful friction.

It may cause a rash,

but this contraceptive uses

only a lil’ cash.

I know this thing

screams “get me laid”

But who could tell

if it looks like a silly “band-aid”

Glad to say I’m safe,

even if the sticker may chafe,

I’m attached to the patch,

even if my hormones lack.


Sense

Smoe tiems tihngs

jsut dno’t mkae

sense.


Organized Religion

You’re not above me

you just nudge me

in the direction you think I ought to go.

You don’t know me

so don’t show me

that you think you know more than He.

No one knows more

than the divine one,

(but maybe the divine one’s son)

bar none.

Just cause a guy

with a big old hat

gave you a pat on the back

and said you could be a priest

till you get fat

doesn’t mean you can tell me

gay people are whack

what kind of love is that?


Wild Mind

Mind running crazy

look for some easy relief

body is now numb


Destruction

Sorrow in your eyes

Towers in demise,

What an unpleasant surprise,

listening to childrens cries.


STD’s vs. STI’s

Infection

vs.

Desase

no more STD’s please

it’s not what we need

we’ve got poor to feed

not children to see

how these hearts bleed

from this terrible disease.


Born to Die

If we are all born to Die,

And when we Die, people Cry,

Yet we are predetermined to eternally fry,

deep in the Depths of Hell.

What business do We have keeping Well?

simply just to ring our own bell?

To put off this damnation

is simply procrastination,

Give in to the extermination,

and your ultimate obliteration.

But these beliefs may prove False

so don’t make them deal with the loss

with someone so good as you

its never to late to Start your life Anew


End It

Just end it now

before it gets too much

I dont wanna think about

all the other stuff.

It’s just too much

The thoughts rattle my brain

I’m going insane.

Help me to retain

The normal thoughts that once came

Into my brain.

But now I’ve had too much

I don’t want to think about

That kind of stuff.

So I take the rope

Tie it loose with the hope

That might not end here

But who am I kidding?

The end is near.


Hold

What am I waiting for

if the only thing I have left

is this empty

Screaming

Fucking head?

What am I waiting for

when the very Land

on which I stand

is Dead

And my thoughts and ideas

have all been Bled?

What am I waiting for

when the Ghosts are closing in

and my bleating Heart has fled?

My Mind has Become

an Animal you see,

One I Fear

and It

Fears Me

Give me a Hold

in this sharp and

cold

wall of Rocks,

something that I can grip

and not

Cut Bleed or Slip

for the Fall

is far

into that

Petrifying Mist

and there is No

Coming back

from that black

Abyss.


Lost

I’m swallowing this sadness

Licking the sweat off these bitter lips

I’m drowning in this crass-ness

Unsure of what’s next

I’m blinded by life

I’m struggling to see

I’m holding on to whatever

Seems closets to me

I’m digging in deeper

Plowing heels into dirt

Trying to stay upright

Just to avoid the hurt

So desperate to hold on

To whatever seems right

Life is just a mere eidolon

But it’s worth the fight

Just to give up

It would be so easy to go

Not sure if ill stick around

For the end of the show

I’m swallowing this sadness

Liking the sweat off these bitter lips

I’m drowning in this crass-ness

Unsure of what’s next


Freedom

Come follow me

and you will see

how we can be

free.


(Poem by Frank Wang)

A stranger passes on the other side
He does not notice me
I notice him and turn away
We pass each other
The end.


Mindless Self Indulgence

This is

mindless self indulgence.

The way it penetrates

from within,

and shows right through

your skin.

This all consuming

always looming

mindset that you’re in.

This is

mindless self indulgence

and its going to do you in.


Break Free

Why must we feel constrained

by the fabrics of our clothing?

by the confines of our home?

by the limits of our knowledge?

by the boundaries of our city?

Not me,

I say,

Break free!

Break free from these so called

limitations.

these so called ends.

create a new limit, a new end.

Become your own person,

and encourage your friends!

If each of you had one

new thought,

imagine the ideas we could have!

Don’t try to be me

and I won’t try to be you.

Create and reinvent yourself

make a new you,

the real you,

the true you.


Goodbye

Why can’t this be a happy trip?

go ahead tuck in that pouty lip.

Sure this is the time to say goodbye,

but everyone knows all things must die.

It’s just a matter of where and when,

so here’s to you my unbelievable friend.

Just know that my love (and appreciation) will never end.

And maybe, someday we’ll meet again.


This is Your Brain

The Internet

is my brain.

Filled with

downloadable knowledge

and google searches.

no one thinks,

the answer’s at your

fingertips.

just believe the

wikipedia page

and continue life

within the cage.


Unfamiliar Feelings

Doom & gloom

Sitting in my room

Looking at the moon, Till the break of noon

Gathered thoughts about to boom

Hope these unfamiliar feelings end soon


Some Might Say (180 degrees continuation)

180 degrees can change my life

as i sit here stabbing the air with this knife

should i turn around and end it now?

or continue this life beneath this frown?

Well, some say yes

and some say no,

but I’m here to tell you

it doesn’t matter which way you go.

‘Cause you all end up

in the same place,

in the same time,

face to face with the thing

you may deem divine.

And that’s God.

God is the magical one,

the mysterious one,

the one that may seem to be having

all the fun.

He’s playing with the puppets,

and you’re the one

that’s doing his wishes

and not having fun.

But I’m not here to tell you

what’s false and what’s true,

I’m here to tell you that

you decide what you do.

I’m not here to tell you

what’s right and what’s wrong

I’m here to tell you that

you do belong.

Even though you’re self-esteem

may be gone.


Success by Rachel Forster

If I was successful would you put your arms around me

And remember the ways in which I’d changed your life?

Or would my success intimidate you?

Make you less likely to change the world?

 

Success will not ensure that you influence hearts

Nor guarantee you feel any more loved

The surprise truth is: to love equals success

 If you can accept who you are,

Whilst seeking to grow each day

And love others as their need is.

Then you have real success

 

You don’t need to be successful to have love

But you do need to love to be successful


Home

A place where you go

to get away.

A place where, if you want,

you can stay.

A place where troubles

pass you by.

A place with sweet, delicious,

homemade pie.

A place where you can go

when you feel so alone.

What place is this?

This place is Home.

 


broken dreams

the wind whispered stories

and drew me from my cave

to the jagged shorelines of your ocean

of my grave

waves of grief and disbelief

lap gently at my feet

only to recede and reveal

a bed of broken dreams


Life on Mars?

do you think

there’s life on Mars?

when you look up to

those endless stars?

do you think

we can live on the moon?

if life on Earth ends soon?

lets start a tavern

way up on Saturn.

would you say i’m a genius

if I could get to Venus?

let’s lead a platoon

all the way to Neptune.


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