I Wrote You Guys a Poem · 3:33am May 3rd, 2014
An hour or two to devote to literary pursuits yielded me a long poem of... I don't know what you'd call it.
Quoted because I wrote it in Microsoft Word, meaning this page isn't the original source.
To be special, or unique,
In your prime, at your peak,
The best, so to speak,
What a laughable notion.A generation born and raised,
Thriving on a refinery haze,
The sentiments of the youth of today’s
Singleminded devotion.Get in and get out,
Speak softly or shout,
Be humble or pout,
But don’t show emotion.There’s a tale to tell,
In the nations of Hell,
Just follow the smell,
Of the next big promotion.And none will meet others,
Our sisters and brothers,
Our fathers and mothers,
Divided by ocean.For what? A new toy?
Just laugh and play coy?
While we set fire to Troy?
Well, it makes us the winners.The victors stand exalted,
The guilty lay faulted,
Their virtues assaulted,
As saints are made of sinners.We laugh at our brothers,
Our sisters, our mothers,
Our fathers and lovers,
Who never raise complaints.To satisfy ourselves,
To quench addictive swells,
And remain bound in the spells,
Of society’s taints.While darkness closes around,
No hope or joy are found,
A soulless kingdom’s crown,
Atop the United States.And more are soon to follow,
As democracy doth swallow,
The final mournful wallow,
Of the king and queen in love.Ideals are all forgotten,
Corrupted, spoiled and rotten,
An affront for all who fought in,
The name of a God above.The modern world is laughing,
The once-great nations scrapping,
The once-great minds all napping,
As man lays waste to all.And all is lost to the ether,
We busy ourselves with the weather,
To forget the life which never,
Was lived before our fall.Heartless, soulless,
Gauntness, coldness,
Selfless, goalless,
The religion they enthrall.We look to each other for hope,
For support to climb the slope,
To wistfully elope,
From a life that’s not worth living.But dead is no good today,
Because then you can’t make pay,
Then give it all away,
In the gift that keeps on giving.We’ve lost our light,
We cower in fright,
That we may fight,
Big Brother’s comforting gaze.Perverted, disgusting, pitiful and weak,
Pretending to be humble and meek,
We each believe that we are the freak,
Who will change the world with our ways.We are cogs, no more,
We can’t open the door,
Which leads to the moor,
Of imagination’s haze.No beam may cut out,
A life of no drought,
Through the suffering doubt,
That so many have died to see.But at the end of life and death,
Looking back at our last breath,
We’ll find that all we have left,
Is simply you and me.Trust nothing, suspect,
The creeds of the wrecked,
A country bedecked,
With the screams of the free.So stand with me, lovers,
Beloved fathers and mothers,
Sisters and brothers,
To take what we need.We’re in it together,
We’ll never say never,
We’ve hopes that we tether,
To the future we seed.We will break all their lines,
And be punished for crimes,
And reflect on the times,
That we all chose to lead.Though voices may break,
Our own lives we make,
Then others will take,
Our rallying creed.The road may be long,
Still we remain strong,
We unite now in song,
We’re bronies in deed.
The end is foregone,
We’ll pack up and move on,
But the line has been drawn,
And action is taken.For just a few years,
Through blood and through tears,
The hope that perseveres,
Will surely awaken.Our world is now dead,
A fantasy in our head,
A lie that instead,
Has tensions go slacken.No commonfolk matter,
The corporate grows fatter,
But whether former or latter,
Death takes all the same.We play and pretend,
But here in the end,
The revolts that we spend,
In life are brief flame.So while we still breathe,
In no hurry to leave,
Take a moment to grieve,
The death of a name.United Nations, they say,
They hope and they pray,
But we all go the way,
Of the dodo someday.Do what you can,
To see where it began,
And don’t ever aban-
don the ideals you weigh.The death of what’s happy,
Or romance that’s sappy,
To cry for our nappy,
Is not far away.So while you still can,
You must proudly stand,
On the long-extinct land,
Of dreams and decay.Forget about loss,
Or death on a cross,
And instead emboss,
A smile on your face today.To remember a world where the earth is still,
Where men and women don’t drink their fill,
Brothers, sisters, we always will
Believe in the future, in some way.
I hope you guys take as much meaning out of it as I attempted to pour into it. 
I doubt you will, since I'm bad at word things. Please enjoy it all the same. 
I wish i liked poems, because if I did I'm sure that would have been good.
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If you have poor taste in poem.
HAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHA NO.
Scootareader, you're probably the best word person I know. Which is a little bit sad for me, considering the best word person I know is a 22-year-old brony on the internet.
...And you haven't been looking into my mind? This kind of stuff is always flying through my head. I'm not too good when it comes to poems but I can write songs in seconds.
The last time I wrote a song it ended in applause.
Plus, the last time I wrote a poem it ended in blood.
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Jesus was pretty handy with words. Are you implying you don't know Jesus? Because Christians in general would be pretty irritated to know that.
Also, I'd imagine you focused on my remark of how good I am with words because you had nothing to say about the poem. That's because of how bad I am with words.
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I'm terrible at writing songs, since I don't have much of an ear for notes or anything like that--I just like when they're put together, not how they're put together. No decent ear for music on this guy, no sir. 
I didn't know you wrote music!
Looking into your mind, hmm? I don't think I'm a very good judge of character, so I don't feel like I should judge the feelings or beliefs of others. I do believe everyone has something to teach, and you're a very intelligent person; of course I'll talk to you about what you're thinking.
I just more ask for your thoughts, I try not to psychoanalyze too hard.
2073081 You're so ridiculous
; I'm Catholic!
And no, I loved the poem, but I'm not really a poem person, so I didn't know how I should feel about it. Well, I guess I did, actually.
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Jesus is way better with words than I am, and if you don't know him, you're not Christian, according to basically every Christian I've talked to. 
Exactly! I had the feeling you were some form of Christianity.
I'm also not much of a poem person; I don't tend to write much poetry, and I read very little otherwise. My favorite poem is this one, though that's not saying much, since I find most poetry bland and pointless wordplay.
So, how did the poem make you feel?
2073143 Yes, okay, well then you're the SECOND best person with words I know.
I feel the same way!
But well, the poem made me feel....uh.....I don't know. But I loved how the rhymes weren't forced like they are when I write poetry; it flows.
2073775
So much of the poetry I've tried to write in the past has been exactly like that.
Finding words that flow is the entire challenge of poetry. I think I did well enough with this one to show it to the world, though I still feel pretty rookie. 
2073912 No, I love it! In class, we were asked to write a poem for a morning warm-up once. My friends wrote, like, Emily Dickinson stuff, and I literally wrote a poem called 'Monday Mornings Stink.'
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>is actually related to Emily Dickinson
Also, I think the reason I was able to write poetry in this case is because of my efforts at writing pony fanfic. I'm better able to create imagery in my head now, heheh.
2074671
Really? That's awesome!
2074886
Being famous is in my blood.
Also related to William the Conqueror and Wilson Rawls.
*looks at follower count*
Yep... any day now...
2074906 Cool! I'm related to someone who was on the Mayflower, and Pocahontas, I think.
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You're related to John Smith!?
2076191 Hehe yep! I guess so!