good at showing emotion
i made mistakes but
i learn from them like every human
right?

or i've been given too many chances
maybe i should stop trying
and make up for not being
a good human

i might not be
a good person
i don't know myself
is that bad?

i might not be
a good friend or boyfriend
am i?
i think not
i just manipulate things
i can't deal with the real pain

i might not be
i might not be
i might not be real

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You cannot force a willing mind
to yield, and end its restless quest
to lose the chains and ties that bind.

The ancients said that love is blind,
but see your lover clearly, lest
you cannot force a willing mind.

Two minds and bodies, souls entwined,
can help each other pass the test
to lose the chains and ties that bind.

Someones, though, seek another kind
of freedom, at their own behest.
You cannot force a willing mind,

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And now..A poem

A is for the the way her Amethyst eyes shine like jewels
D is for her Daring and bold attitude.
A is for All, as in all those hours of my life I'd give to you if you were more than flash lines and paint bucket colors.
G is for Goddess of divine beauty.

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For if you find my bones wherever you roam,
I request you return them to my faithful home,
for in my journal you shall find,
my every thought and adventure since the dawn of my time,
bring it home to those I hold dear,
so they may cherish and sing my song once more.

Hello, this is Zephyr Spark. As you know, I am working on "The Spike Poem Anthology II" to expand upon the first anthology. I have written many odes to characters on the show from Spike's perspective. I wanted to ask if I have left out any characters important to Spike in either my first or second anthology thus far. Can you think of someone Spike should write about next? Thanks for your time and your support.

I sit here on my grave
waiting for my end
simple thoughts too deprave
to share or befriend
my love life is worthless
because I am my own worst adversary
and that's why I am worth less
just like my romance is all but legendary
seeking in fiction what I am unable to get in fact
that's what keeps me alive
I wish it was much easier but is the only way to distract
what is there else but to survive?
I drink to numb the pain
yet it does have the opposite effect

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Well i've done it again. Here's another dramatic reading of a classic poem. One of my favorites actually, "Politics" by William Buttler Yeats!

Let me know what you think in the comments section below.

without any further a due, here you go.

Rose are red
My name is not Dave
This makes no sense
Microwave.

Wow. Such doge. Much poem.

I was suppose to do a list poem. I'm not a hundred percent sure this is one.

I often find myself dreaming of the past and future.

Though I enjoy the imaginary the most.

whether it be the happiness of couples, to the frozen wasteland.

Though death seems to follow them all.

Whether they show reluctance, or bring an unnatural ferocity.

They always seem to get the happy ending.

Though the stories are still being written.

Though they normally have children.

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is anyone good at foreboding poems that hint at the future without actually telling what will happen?

Cause I need a poem like that for Diaries of a Traitor.

If you are good at poems and want to help, please PM me so no one else is spoiled, as there will be spoilers in this subject.

Welp, I'll leave you all to it.

Pity those whom dream of war,
Taught by film or game,
The supposed glory,
Gained in battle;

They dream of war,
While thousands flee,
They slumber thinking of the fame,
And of honour;

Like those in the past,
Answering the call to war,
They joined in droves,
Those poor unlucky souls;

Many of them too,
Dreamt of war,
Recalling past glories,
They marched to war;

Cut down in droves,
Like wheat in the harvest,
Scythed down by their foe,
Never to dream again;

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On this day, my 28th birthday
I stop and think about the ways
I've grown and changed, the paths I've taken
The dreams I've had, the mistakes I've shaken

I wish that I could freeze this moment
Hold on to youth, avoid the foment
Of aging, wrinkles, and grey hair
But alas, I know it's all out there

So instead, I'll embrace each year
And all the joy and pain that's clear
I'll laugh and love and learn and grow
And let the years just come and go

For aging is a gift, a chance to see

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I have just submitted a collection of narrative poems that I have written about my and friend's OCs
I hope that you enjoy them.

I know I haven't posted in over a decade now, but I'm still writing:

https://myweirdwriting.wordpress.com/