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The sun descends tonight; the moon may rise. Throwing its gaze askance in disbelief. Our neon signs and modern lights illume What Luna couldn't, wouldn't dare provoke. A gale blows the air that dulls the heat, And yet, AC is here to save our face. No longer do we need a nat'ral breath When mankind can create the same twofold. The fire, the fire, mankind's eternal light! No more, no more, we revel in the bulb Whose incandescence saves us smoke and heat. Heat better used upon a burning stove. The water, which provides organic life, But soon we'll synthesize a modern drink. A feat no tougher; to end the suffer! Bypass the limitati

To rage is to practice pity. To live is to master death. To justify is to perfect fallacy. If I can say yes, can you say no? Really? Ha, I didn't think so. There's never a time like the present To yearn for and fawn over the past. As you beseech me to change, I implore you to do the same. Flip reason on its head, pretend; To do the positive is a mastery of pure negative, Doing never is; it's an illusion of the greatest opposite. Can you see me? Or is it an absence of my words that you've created? Nothing is ever here, but in this single moment, it feels unfabricated. Read that past line again. Again. ... You created another m

Alas, pitiful fool. Your second chance is lost! Nothing you do Can help you rewrite the past! Upon what grace do you claim such motive, To revive and relive, This definite moment of your existence; Such folly to give. You are, indeed you are. Accumulation of shame and regret, And from these wisdoms May you hithero exist beset. Fear not, lackadaisical, youthful caprice. Hereon be set as an arbiter of your justice. Take it with a nonchalance. You've lost your second chance. Be free, fanciful account of ye. For you shall create a future true.

Her beautiful darkness keeps me away. Her beautiful darkness implores me to stay. Straight dark glistening in sunlight. Wavy dark flashing in moonlight. At once I wish to talk to her, converse. My other side denies, claiming "How perverse!" I'm a cheater; I lie, My dark wills not benign. Darkness so perfect, how does it work? So beautiful, it is; allow me to lurk. Black hair belies your pure, innocent face. This loathsome lust, I cannot erase.

Listen not to my words, For they hide my intentions. Look not at my eyes, For they mask my emotions. Believe not my actions, For they belie my beliefs. As you understand, I understand as well. Truth doesn't lie in our country But our individuality. I must apologize, nonsarcastically. We may be bound Comrade to comrade. But I hope, now, you've found Within this, there's truth to be had. I must be brief. I love you.

A man sat on his bench of his cell, handcuffed. He let his head hang, his hair touching his slender hands. His daughter opened to door, to bring him some food. He sat, shaking, uttering cursed words. "Let me go, let me go..."

When will I hear again, your lovely voice? Please, oh please, just open your eyes once more. But, you don't have to, for it's still your choice. I'm not a guy worth considering for. If you can hear me though, then hear me out. I can't bear the guilt; hear my confession! Withholding is unbearable! I'll shout! Until now, these thoughts were in suppression. Though you can't see, you ought to know. Your whole body, I've lusted for it all. Oh God damnit, its true, I love you so. One day, this love will be my final fall. I must go, before you awake, unless... I wish, but I can't, so goodnight, princess...

Every day, throughout the night, Wrapped in each other's arms, we kiss. Gazing into each other's eyes, ignoring what's wrong from right. In our moment, I'm lost in pure bliss, Tilting my head, my face flushes. As you grip me tighter, my body feels faint. While I feel your sweet face, burning with blush. The god-given atmosphere, so very quaint. My arms begin to slack, so I release, My face burning red, desiring lust from instinct. Still buzzed by the passion, I relish this peace, As I whisper in your ear, "Goodnight, princess...

Why can't you see me? Every day, you never look to your side. Nevermind my anguish, I'm thankful you don't pity thee. If you've ever seen, though, you can't say I haven't tried. I look at you, lust for you. Woe isn't me, but can you not see? Though I refrain from all suggestive gestures, My eyes window everything so clearly. Bloody hell, I'm staring at you during class lectures! Is it that you see me always, kept to myself? Or rather my guile attitude is pungently acrid? I'll never blame you though; what is tangent is my only wealth. Don't mind my wretched self, sheathed in my own blood. After all, this matter, its only something

Nos hablamos aquel día. Me imagino que ni siquiera Te acuerdas. Yo decidí saludarte. ¿Por primera vez? No creo. El tiempo está pasando Y sentada te veo Pero no sé si tu Sabes que existo. Este poema no es un Poema de amor. Es un poema de ¿Amistad? Pero si no te conozco. No nos Conocemos. Pareces una persona Amigable, pero No Te Conozco.

Pareces una persona Muy dulce y de Buen corazón. Aunque no te conozco Pienso que eres una Buena persona. Tu personalidad se pudiera Comparar a la dulzura De el azúcar Y amigable como Un perrito. Pienso que eres una Buena reportera En ingles, pero en Español sería mejor ¿No crees? Sigue aprendiendo el Español, Que te será de Mucha utilidad En un futuro cercano. Tal como una brújula A alguien Que está perdido en Un lejano bosque. Espero que Algún día Seamos amigas.

Time This is a poem because it comes from the heart. Perhaps I'm just better at writing poems in prose than poems in verse. I love you through time, in time, and beyond time. It hurts to confess this, but I like it. In the same way that love hurts or sprinting a mile hurts and makes you feel all dizzy and crazy-alive. I love you with the consciousness of time. Time as separation, impending salvation, and ultimate doom. I would do a million crazy things to time itself. Like, conflate it and confuse it all amongst itself, so it makes no sense to say I'm not currently with you. Or, strip that dimension entirely from reality, so it didn't matter

Some think their life will amount to nothing. Some think their life is at a stand-still, Unable to proceed, unable to achieve.... These people aren't standing in the places others have excelled from... But to that I say remember this: You can reach the sky wherever you're standing...

Every sickened step, every regurgitated moan I would follow you back to that broken home Pretend that everything was fine, that I loved you It all crumbled in time, what more to do? And I feel like shouting, if you loved me you would care Instead of wasting every second, cloaked in despair Waiting for you to talk to me, not the other way around No word spoken, all hopes fall to the ground Angry, remorseful sentence, spat from my mouth You don't understand that I'm wracked with doubt No where to turn, confused by promises of true love You're always taller, shouting from above It's 5 to two in the afternoon, and I'm tired Life has