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I'm far from a poet, but I enjoy writing them anyway. So I thought I'd post a few.

My head’s vastly exploding
Checkers are blinding me,
Senses are assaulting me
And I feel all over floating.

Hear as the winding road calls
I want to wander off in this world
Show in a new place until twirled
I will wander until this world falls

The flowers speak, now hush
The forest will be angered
He will consume until served
Your majesty is fed to crush

I’m sure your eyes would bulge, too.
Mind adding my soul to your stew?
And what if pigs flew?
This stitching is sown a strew

There’s something terrifying in my voice
It feels blocked by this sound
Maybe it’s you it has found
Are you happy with this silence by noise?

The flowers laugh at your silly gloating.
Rainbows are choking out the light
I never saw those colors so bright
In this static, my head is exploding.


****


His skin was cold-silver, emotionless
His lips poignant, without things to confess
Parallel beams shot sternly ahead
Nobody met them, but ran instead

And then one day there was a girl
Her eyes were ashen glints in whirl
She put her small fingers on his shell
He stood at rest, but it was she who fell.

Waved tresses bobbed as she avoided him
His lack of feelings made her feelings grim
And as she rested in her bed fast sleeping
Her love for this machine was fast deepening

On a morning new, he vanished; disappeared
Little was left of the thing she once revered
Only three tarnished bolts, three rusty screws
A locked tin box next to a self-cut robotic fuse

Her heart was broken, beating out of tempo
A light from shiny silver was no longer aglow
Writing a quick letter, the girl vanished as well
Her funeral was silent except a lone bell

That night, her father found that box untouched
There was a note inside, one he sadly clutched:

“I address the girl with eyes silver like me,
My life was nothing but rust until I met thee.
I must leave you, for your love I will never own
I’d rather depart this life than live it alone.”


****


Frostbite cut out your brains.
Angels mourn the gangrene of your heart.
You may rest in your bed.
Your lies turned to maggots
Eating at the dead flesh in your chest.
Are you ill with your abuse?
Are you sick with the torment you housed?
The fire burns your lungs.
Your mind’s jelly in that skull of plastic.
All that powder born white
Is now red with your blood.
Does it suffocate you?
Does it make you shake and shiver?
Angels’ tears have dried
Now they fly away leaving you
There’s nothing left for you
Nothing but your lies
Nothing but your scars
Nothing but the pain you caused
And now as you rest in that bed
With your brain jelly in that plastic head
You’re too dead to yourself
You’re too dead to let us pay
Too dead to go away.

I like 'em! 3nodding

I like them biggrin
Nice job, Silvie! 4laugh

The third one is angry and teh second one has a strory the first one was really good. mrgreen

*claps for your poems* 4laugh

*from the back of the audience he listens to the poet recite her poems.*

Wow!

*claps*