death by _______?

How would you want to die? Would you want it to be Glorifying, or would you want it to be humble and unknown? A quiet death is what I would prefer. A death that is quick and painless just seems to easy. I would prefer a death that is plagued by sickness and slowly wastes me away. Though I don't want to grow old. I would definitely like to die young. This way I won't have to deal with watching all my older friends and family dieing before me. I wouldn't have to deal with watching myself lose all that I held close to me.

A quick death would be nice to not heroic or anything like that, just a quick painless injury that would finish me immediately. like a broken neck from a car crash. quick painless you would never even see it coming. that would be my second choice of death.

I bet your thinking I'm being really pessimistic talking about how I want to die. I'm not trying to be.I just think that its good to think about the possibilities of what might happen to you and what you would prefer. I also think that I need to make others aware of my thoughts so that you all can come up with your own ideas. Organizing thoughts like these is a powerful method of preparing yourself for what comes along.

Not to mention it helps you when you want to talk to a friend. You can think about something that you wrote down like this and you can ask them their opinion and their ideas. Its truly helpful. But I need to get back on topic.

If you were to die heroically, how would you want to die? Saving a friend maybe; or how about saving family, maybe you stop a robbery. What ever the case how would you want to die if you died heroically.

If I ever were to die heroically which I hope to god doesn't happen. I would want to stopping a shooting of some sort. Or i would want to die by pushing a friend out of the way of a car. something just powerful enough to be noticed by but to be remembered by necessarily.

I have given you my opinions on how i would like to die. Now I would like to hear yours.

I Never Had Any Marbles To Begin With

All My friends say I'm insane
I half believe it myself

My marbles
I don't remember any marbles
When did you last see me with marbles?
NEVER!!
Ha, I knew you were lying

I'm telling you I don't have any of those small glass balls
You say I do!
Well
What colors were they?
How large?
Can you tell me anything?
No...
Well then I guess our conversation is finite
Good day to you sir!
And give me back my melon.

Living Art

What is artistry? This is something I am just realizing.It seems artistry is something that we don't just use as entertainment or expression; like theater and painting. Artistry is I think also takes a form in just about everything from war to studying a book for school. We search daily for our steady routine. If something causes us to deviate it throws us off of our stroking and finessing our daily lives out the way it only makes sense to us.

to me humanity is one big play with the earth as the stage and our cities and lives hundreds of different sub-plays that work together giving the big picture to whole different place. Artistry is something that we can and can't control. We live in a story line where we create and we are created. We are art and we make art. Think about that. think about whether or not we are creating art externally on a piece of paper maybe; or if we are the art that is still being finished.

If art is a single entity like a painting or a sculpture. Then why can't humanity be the same way. There will always be difference but at the same time there will always be similarity. Those differences and similarities with some people and not with others while it works vice versa. I can pretty much guarantee world peace will never come true. That is where human artistry comes from. The art of the personality is created from the lack of peace. If world peace were to occur humanity would completely be altered. Humans would lose their culture their individualism and everything that mentally separate's them from common animals. Simply free will, will disappear.

All artistry has beauty. whether grotesque and horrifying or happy and peaceful. Our world is living and thriving art. A single entity made out of billions of seperate pieces. This is living art.

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I've Lost My Mind

I don't get it. It seems to me that we live in a world designed by separation, opinion, and physicality. Constantly, you hear about those people who separate themselves through deeds we deem interesting. But not just good deeds; these deeds are sometimes obscure, stupid, or just flat out criminal. Even if we say we want nothing to do with the event, it caught our interest in a negative way. By saying we don't want anything to do with something, we express that it caught our interest through its negativity, we have it in our interest to to avoid what we think is something bad.

The mind is an interesting thing when it comes to separation. It has a necessity to categorize, without this necessity our world would be as chaotic as a room full of five year old's fighting over a single toy you told them to share. Our minds wold be lost to themselves if we couldn't categorize; we would live in a world of blithering idiots.

Its really pretty ironic though. How can someone lose their mind? Our mind in itself is what dictates our actions and only has control over itself. Our minds can certainly change and be changed but but they can't be lost in the sense of our body having all the control. Such is the implication of the phrase. I do not pretend I know anything about the mind because I don't, I just truly believe that everyone is in control of their own actions no matter what, even if they are insane, they still know what they are doing and are consciously choosing what they do.

the reality in fantasy

What lies inside the mind? The deepest depths of our conscious being. It seems that we have a limitless imagination. Yet some believe that eventually time will end and our world will cease to exist. We have so many books that describe alternate worlds. far from what we would believe in. However if you were to take a look at those books they seem to all have a resounding message. The good will overtake the bad, we will not lose our way of life. Especially in fantasy books like the movie Independence Day . "We will not go silently into the night". It looks to me as though our imaginations are more rational than our logical thinking in slight twisted ways. I love it. Our species is the smartest of all animals in the world. We have made alternate worlds that we can dive into through books and movies. And through these movies and books we get to glimpse the ideas of our world by way of a completely alternate design. In my opinion Authors write there novels to better understand what we go through in real life.
In the books we write and those that we choose to read I believe that we use these books to find something more to relate to ourselves rather than to just look at ourselves without an understanding about our own desires and reasoning. If you ever see someone who is reading a book for the umpteenth time then you can tell they have fond a book that means something to him, and in my opinion he is searching those pages for an answer he doesn't know the question to.
Our imaginations can dictate a whole different part of our subconscious that we hardly ever notice. I believe that we use books to express what our imagination dictates. The creation of a whole new world on the pages that we enjoy so much is really quite an amazing process that not many have yet looked into. We know what it takes to write a novel but we don't really know what creates the inspiration to put these tools to use. And when we look back at the history of books we notice that they have always been used to compile knowledge. When we write a novel we actually use our imagination to create a mixture of other things that we have already read and seen remixing multiple worlds into one. maybe we can create a whole new idea about why we write books

Iraqy idiocy

Okay, so for all you democrats out there. Why do you want to pull our troops out of Iraq? Its a bit late for those kind of thoughts. Here's why. If we pull out the troops form Iraq we are leaving an entire country defenseless and either terrorists are going to take over again. Or Iraq is going to be completely overrun by another country and lose its entire way of life. I do agree that the war wasn't started off the right way. but its a bit late for us to be pulling out our soldiers. Besides, our soldiers know fully the risks that they are taking when they are sent over to Iraq. They may not have much choice in the matter of whether or not they want to go over there, but they're doing it to protect you. If you want to pull our soldiers out of Iraq and leave the country defenseless then your a idiot, but hey its your choice. By the way, you can call republicans war mongers and such all you want but its not going to change whats already been done. So democrats you can stop talking about ending this war early. We have to finish what we started otherwise it just ain't right.

Pain Of Peace

In every time of peace there is also pain
In every hope there is a loss
The pain of peace is what brings
Us to the storm of everything that is
To make us who we are at the time we realize
That the pain of peace is what brings us
The trouble of loss and destruction
And worst of all death there is no way to
Find this out until you search your past
Only then will you realize the true
Meaning of which we make our true being
The best we can in a dark world
A world where the pain of peace
Can only reign as the true
Creator of a world of desolate realization
As a space beyond the universe
Where nothing exists
A pain of peace in which there is
No way to recover all you can do is bury what has happened as
A memory nothing more
Nothing less just
A pain of peace this world has
Between the rest of time
A pain of peace that can only
Be let loose in a world
That has no true hope for people
This is the way of life for those who
Become victims of pain in peace
A rift between the normal
And the disruption of all things loved
This is the pain of peace
This is the life of a great hatred built
Up from millions of people that can
No longer say that they are complete and whole
So that they are run by a half life
Torn between the world and
The one they have created for themselves
This is the pain of peace

Shredded Memories

I see parts
fractions of the whole
torn to pieces
I am agonized
what is precious has been lost
the whole has been halved
coming as a photo
than a more recent painting
I cry
I scream
I live in fantasy
my shredded memories
my important times
I spend time in my present
my future
I do not dwell on what has happened
I have forgotten
I have lost my mind
the picture is gone
my past ruined
I forget past lessons
destroying future lessons
I look at fantasies
shredding my memories

Wet Stones

wet stone
slippery rock
two phrases
one meaning
you slip an fall
on either one
living
is like standing on a wet rock
you slip and fall constantly
you can only catch yourself
get back up regain your balance
who cares if you might slip again
you’ve got to get again eventually
its the only way to learn to keep your balance
fewer enemies means more friends
more friends means more people to prevent knowledge
more distractions
but more friends also means more help
the wet stone grows
people join you
it shrinks people leave you
just like a stone goes to a pebble and back
but its still just as slick

Missing Many

missing many as they miss me
family and friends left behind
it may be temporary
but never will I forget those who miss me
missing many and their attributes
always secluded from them
finding a way to hear them
a fingertip away
you grasp it
use it
and become used to it
it takes awhile to hear from them
but you still do it
missing many
many missing you
everyone becoming one body
every body becoming one mass
we are all unified whether it be to live
or die trying to live
missing many is how it all starts
including the many missing you

Heavy As A Feather

a world crushing others
all around you seems crowded
yet you find ways to feel free
can’t you be trapped by negativity
no
because you live in hope and happiness
while those around you lash out
despising your will to be different
yet you press on
how
you survive so easily
rarely feeling pain
and never falling to it
you win so easily
looking forward to opposition
heavy as a feather
to you this is life
it ways heavily upon you
yet you pick it up like a feather
just for your hat
isn’t it tiring
life being heavy as a feather

Endless Trails

endless trails
in a limitless world
a place where the trails are forever
continually splitting off
rejoining elsewhere
maybe coming close
every trail leading to another
one person
thousands of trails
all leading elsewhere
which trail should be chosen
which lifestyle to take
scholar
or sportsman
its confusing
such a simple choice
made difficult
by the future splitoff’s
why the difficulty why not
because knowledge is lacking
without knowledge
we cannot make the choice
of endless trails

A Hazed Sight

A sight blinded by mist
An eye shrouded by shadow
They are vulnerable to the outside world
No way to escape the mist
Only able to be enveloped by it
In a world where figures are shadowed
And there are only outlines of the true figure
A hazed sight that is easily blinded
Sliding in and out of the dark
Living in a undefined world
Where there are only two rules
To rule life
Or let life rule you
From every way you turn your head
Darkness closes in about you
You fight you try to escape only to be
Bound tighter by a fate beyond your control
Slowly dieing
Suffering from your own faults
And becoming tied up in the past
Trying harder and harder
You desperately try to run only to find your feet
Shackled in place
You gain a hazed sight
And fall down to a fraction of what you were before
A hazed sight you stumble blindly
Hoping desperately to a way to clear your
Vision of the world
Soon you realize that you never had a true vision of the world
You saw it how you thought it would look like
This is the truth of a hazed sight
There is no way out

This Is So Annoying

Why do we make such a fuss over what people say. I mean, really we say something, well unclean you could call it and at least one person will get angry. Well I believe that what you say reveals a little more about your beliefs and your personality. Not to mention your attitude towards other people subjects etc.. So how do we keep our personal grammatical style and not aggravate other people with what we have to say? The answer, I don't have one. there are so many ways to do this, the simplest being ask what your boundaries are. What don't they want to talk about.
We love to spread news. the biggest things that we seem to talk about are always the bad stuff. We never talk about the good. have you ever gone to the news and all that they're talking about is the most recent death or the most recent natural disaster. They go on and on about the damage, the death toll, how many were injured, its annoying. Sure it may seem important, yet we hear about it daily. it gets tiresome. Not to mention it's going to happen again sooner or later. And when it does happen again they treat like its a bigger deal than before.
Life sucks I'm going to say that now. But as quote a movie think about where else you can go "I find that once you the bottom the only place left to go is up." This is so true. have you ever just hit that breaking point and just stop. "I can't do this any more. I don't want to. I hate this." there all excuses that don't need to be used. we live we fall we get up and start going again. Its that simple. so get your but out of the ditch and follow the railroad tracks. Live life as it leads, and work to the fullest.

Golden Glory

golden glory living
golden glory fading
surviving for a short time period
becoming or friend
then our enemy
as it sweeps us to arrogance
and we foolishly act
one mistake
and losing everything
becomes a reality
you lose yourself
you lose your friends
and you lose your life
its not a matter of who’s better
its a matter of who’s smarter
you become stupid
once you have brilliance
all because you don’t use it properly
golden glory
the glory that makes stupidity
golden

A Rough Mercy

A mercy that holds nothing back
A wave that brings chaotic comfort
A mercy that we would survive
Just when you couldn’t hold it any longer
A new feeling washes over you
You lose yourself
As it comforts every fiber of your body
Your anger sorrow and pain
Disappear
Vanishing
Perhaps transforming into an all new emotion
Happiness
It starts as rough as gravel
Slowly being molded
Smoothed sanded and polished
Then finally slipped into place
The missing puzzle piece
You don’t know what to do
Mercy has smiled upon you
But at a cost
Hardship comes
Testing your strengths all over again
A rough mercy reveals itself
Helping you gain strength
The strength you used
With you new emotion
A rough mercy finally bringing peace

Remembering the Forgotten

are the forgotten people memorable
should the people we remember
be forgotten
the forgotten people
they should be famous
because they’re the one
who looked up and said
wow my life sucks lets try fixing it
they were able to admit it
but the people that had fame
they wouldn’t dare to admit a single fault
could the law really be more important
than the people who uphold and believe it
what about the people who had amounted to nothing
they had something
because they were okay
saying my life is my choice
not through words but through life style
they ask you for supplies
to simply live
yet people go out their and fake poverty
walking away rich
taking money from others
by acting like they were
forgotten
the truly forgotten deserve more
but how do we give it to them
especially if people decide
hey lets fake poverty
can we possibly forget our hardships
do we remember the people who profited off the lowly
should we forget those who do everything but gain nothing
no we shouldn’t
remember the forgotten
take their state to heart
be a figure they can look to
but still look to yourself
remember who you’ve forgotten
start remembering the forgotten

Belonging Where You Don't Belong

A wish to belong where their
Is no one that wants you
Around
Becoming a parasite to people
That want nothing to do with you
Then you find a way
To belong where you don’t belong
And you become what you despised most
A person who thinks they’re above the rest
Treating others the way you were treated
Making them feel as worthless as you felt
When you were in that position
Not realizing what’s happened until it’s too late
You try to change your mistakes
Mend what’s been broken
But to no avail
All you can do is live in remorse
Going back to the position you were in before
Then lower than that position
Becoming the scum of the earth
Living off of sympathy
Losing the will to live
But continuing to move on
Finding ways to survive
Not out of a lesson but out of fear
Fear of dieing losing all that you have left
And you soon figure out
That you have nothing left
Becoming a figment in the world
Sitting under bridges on the night of a rainstorm
Watching cars go past with a
Blank empty stare
The only movement you make is to wrap
A blanket tighter around your freezing body
Then you just disappear never to be seen again
You were belonging where you don’t belong
Belonging where you don’t belong

Flamingly out of control

we look at the scenery
and we look at ourselves
the beauty of the world outside civilization
we build and fight
we forget what our world beholds
flamingly out of control
that is what we are

we have forgotten
are blind to the earths majesty
her power and beauty
all we seek is expansion
still we are flamingly out of control
will we always be this way

now realize that this world
her beauty and stunning sites are dwindling
we live to much in ourselves
to often do look at economy
the running of this world we have built
to truly see the world that we were built in
unless we look outside ourselves
we are always going to be flamingly out of control

Lust and Love

lust for those who slide through life
love for those who challenge
they slip by one wall go through the next
they break down they destroy obstacles
lust for those who take chances
love for those who live through trouble
they succeed in every chance taken
they work hard for a chance that is easy
what choice do they have but to try
what chance can change there life
any choice and every choice to try
any chance to change a hard life
lust to those who have people
sympathy to those who don’t
happy for lovers who join
sad for failed attempts
love for those who have something
lust for those who have everything
love for those willing to lose
lust for those who always win
any chance to win appreciated
any loss carefully chosen
lust and love in every situation

Live, Love, and Learn

Two steps forward one step back
two young lovers
one all for less
we search, we try
we go for the top
we fall we cry

why do we pick ourselves up
when we fall
to live our lives out to the fullest
to pick ourselves back up
to learn what we can while we stand
our falls just postpone the knowledge that will one day come

we live by the rules our logic
and we love by the rules of our hearts
our spiritual being is the definition of what makes us whole
we cannot be ourselves on our own
we are defined by the people around us
molded and formed into a piece of art by the people around us

we live to learn how to live properly
we love with our hearts
so we may learn to love unwaveringly
we learn to live love and try through our distractions

the quality of quality part 2

Last time I explained what quality was. Now I am going to talk about where it comes from, what brings it quality about and why we call quality, quality.
Quality comes from us. we create quality to show our personal thoughts about the ideals of others. We've created quality as a judging system for others and ourselves. When you look at something and judge it you are giving that thing that a specific quality based on your standards. Quality comes from all this which comes from your personality. The quality of your persoanlity comes from the personality and judgement of ohters. This is because your personality of yourself is built by observing others and there persoanlities. only the quality of ohter personalities can influence the quality of your own personality.
Now for what brings quality about. Quality is created when a person not only judges but classifies and decides to group that thing in an area with with other things. take classical art for example, we group art form Da Vinci with so many other artists from his age that its almost like there is nothing special about his art on its own. Another example would be professions. We use the classifications of our professions to describe the quality of what we do with our lives. Have you ever noticed that the most snobbish of all people in professions are always the ones who earn the most money or do the most important jobs. Well all this brings about quality, either good quality of our lives when we are humbled, or a bad quality of our lives when we are given power.
Why do we call quality, quality? We call quality, quality because of how our minds are organized. We have always considered the quality of something to be an important piece of our setup in material ability as well as mental. All we have ever done with our lives is judge things and try to recreate them and make them better. Not just as material ability goes but mental ability as well. We have been focusing on what quality is and why it is there. We have never focused on what why we call it quality and what makes us call it that.
To finish this piece I am going to give you something to think about. What do you think deserves to be judged and placed? To be given a quality. thankyou.

The World I'd Give Away summary

Okay so this poem is something that I wrote in response to what I would want to change in my life. I looked at my life and realized what was wrong with me and that was what I needed to change in order to change how my life was turning out. I was constantly actiong out and that isn't such a bad thing unless your like me. I'm the person who can never seem to understand what is needed to make new friends and when to stop. I am the person who is always always trying to be funny and failing miserably at it. this poem is about how what i would inside my life and has helped me to figure out what i need to change inside my personality. That is what makes this poem so important.

The World I'd Give Away

I’d give away the hate

I’d give away the sorrow

For a little peace

I’d give away the quiet

And all my emptiness

For a little challenge

The world I’d give away

So I may lead the life I want

I’d give away the love

And all my ideals

Just for a bit of trouble

Giving the world away

To live my problems through

The world I’d give away

To change myself

I’d give away relations

To find my meaning

In the world I’d give away

For a chance to prove my worth

The world I couldn’t give away

In the darkest night

Or the foulest group

My sight for future

And my love for others

To keep it all I’d risk my life

To save my world

I’d give away another

For all gifts and pleasures

I would give to find

A new world

For the world I’d give away

The Quality of Quality part 1

What is quality? I don't understand. this is a difficult question and I am not sure that I can properly answer it. Oh well here goes.
Quality I think is something that is meant to bring the mind to interest. quality gives us a sense of being drawn in. It lets us relax and understand what we're being drawn into. Quality ties into interests that of a specific group. It brings out open conversation and helps people to debate certain over certain opinions and matters. Quality seems to open up new doors. to new pieces of quality.
An example of this is music. Mixing two types of music of good quality often creates a new type of music with its own quality. That quality could vary from being good in one mind to absolutely horrid in another mind. All quality is different in some way like this. Never do two things have the same exact quality. I guess you could call it a finger print in a way.
Quality could be something that brings out the excitement of being able to discuss a subject. it brings out a good energy to people who have the same interests as the writer, or musician or sculptor or etc.. Quality is the an aspect of something that creates opinion and controversy.
Giving someone the ability to control quality as they discuss there opinion is a good idea and a bad one at the same time. Sure you get to have a sense of control over the matter, but it seems that the better the quality the more fragile and powerful the control gets. You see the of something entirely depends on the quality of quality itself and the quality of quality depends on the confidence of the originator.
The quality of quality, can be fragile out of fear for being proven to be bad and powerful at the same time because of the background information and the knowledge of the subject. Quality can be shot down when someone shows disinterest, and it can be defended by the creator because the creator knows the most about the quality of the subject.
Well I could go on like this for forever but right now its tome for me to stop. I will come back to this later.

Musical Manifestation

Where does music come from? What does it make us think about? I have been listening to music for years (I believe that we all have) and I was inspired to take on poetry one and a half years ago. It has been my dream to be published. Or at least this is my common dream. A dream I have kept a bit more to myself is having my poetry used by a musician. In my opinion poetry is just a deeper form of music. All that is missing is the instruments.
What inspires music? Is it the emotions of ourselves and the people around us. Could it possibly be the things we notice, or what bout experiences. In fact all these things and so much more create the lyrics to a song. What creates the right instrumental noise is knowledge of how the rhythm of the song works. The creation of a song is the combination of knowledge, thought, and emotion. In some ways you could call it a triangle of connecting traits. Knowledge of your thoughts thinking, thinking about your emotions and your emotions expressing your knowledge through rhythm.
To me music is about the three points above. It comes to me like this. If its an experience its an easily expressed story through knowledge, thought, emotions. However if a person only takes notice of everything around him as a passing picture then there is no way to put the idea in place as a rhythm. Well an idea could be put into place though it would probably come out on paper as something other than a musical thought or rhythm.
To me music comes from all this. Music becomes the physical manifestation of an inspiration through knowledge, thought, and emotion. The process is started through knowledge. You know what you know and you cannot change that. You then take that knowledge and you examine it through thought. You think about what it means, where it came from, how it got into your head? Finally you let emotion take over and give rhythm and flow to your thoughts creating music.
This is all just a theory. Though I believe in some parts of it as being true. All I want is for you to give your opinion.

a New Way to Be Normal summary

This poem is more about how people call themselves normal. What does normal mean to you? This poem is my meaning of normal and my expression of how we are all being normal by being different. What I mean by this if you are confused is that no two people are exactly the same. We all act differently, look different. And so on and so forth. This is what some people don’t understand. Some people expect that if you are not like them then you are odd. The point of all this is that everyone is odd in one way or another. it’s just some people can’t admit they are different for fear of losing respect by there peers. So maybe what we can all do for this knowledge is apply it to the way we live and how we treat others.

A new Way to be Normal

How can someone be normal

When always different from the other

Why is it we say that we are normal

Someone always finds something wrong

There is no such thing as being normal because

Every one has something abnormal about them

We always act differently from one another

We always say to friends

How much you and I have in common

How much do you have that is different

What do you say to the lesser people but

Wow your weird

Then your superiors say

That exact same phrase to you

People who say they are normal

Single themselves out as the ones who are different

The ones who say nothing

Are the ones who always seem different

Normality’s like differentials are all the same

So how can one say he’s normal when He is

So different

Because being different is what makes you normal

This is a great conundrum

Most people would never take notice of

Yet bring it to life regularly

We have always put a foot forward to

Make sure that we’re the better of the bunch

But end up making ourselves worse off

For doing so and becoming better

The people below look up in disgust

While the people above look down and laugh

A Turmoil Within summary

this poem talks about a pair of entities that make up both sides of, in ways everything. Good and evil. They both fight for domination. I tell you in the poem that they create each other. Well, this is true. And the example I gave is one of many. Another example is the war in Iraq. While we are trying to bring peace we are angering more and more people there. And while they try to rid us of their country we are forced to send over more and more troops. I agree with the democrats that we need to pull out our troops, but I also agree with the republicans that we need to finish what we started. If I were a politician I would have to start to split up the troops we have over there currently. Some people to help there government and some people to secure the safety of the Iraqy people. I will go into this some other time though.

A Turmoil Within

A peace of unimaginable power

A chaos that is impossible to stop

Two colliding forces

Seemingly choosing never to end

Won’t one break

What will be the deciding factor

Peace fighting or the calm

Chaos fighting for blood shed

Two sides that tear at the mind

While the peace fights for calm

It tears with destruction

While the chaos fight for destruction

It leaves behind a solemn peace

The two seem to create each other

Trying to bring each other down

It just doesn’t seem right that

One can destroy what it creates

Unless it stops fighting back

And waits for the other to die out

And slowly lose all the resources it feeds on

One can’t live without the other

So to fight is to keep ones self from going extinct

A twilight is left when chaos fades

And a fiery waste land is left when peace disappears

A mind that is confused which must it choose

Both one or the neither

Both would lead to the mind torn apart

Peace would lead to a life in twilight

And chaos would lead to a complete and total annihilation of all morality

And neither is just for those who wish to stay the way they are

Reality in the Unreal summary

I wrote Reality In The Unreal about civilization. The human race as we know it steadily going down hill. So many people have become power crazed and obsessed with materials such as money that they have forgotten what we should be like. They are making a false vision of buildings and fame. We force each other to work for one another, really to survive. Soon our world will only be material and no longer natural if it hasn’t happened already. I don’t know I’m just a teenager what can I do. I’ve been writing poems for one and a half years approximately I can’t remember when I exactly started. So far the 64 poems that I have written are pretty good. I have to admit Reality in the Unreal is one of my favorites.

Reality in the Unreal

A unreal world where there is reality

Rationality in a place of immortality

What kind of twisted world could have straight lines

But the world on which we live

Can a place such as this truly be

Elegant yet so truly deformed

If so why and how

People who speak different tongues

The lower species serving the higher

What monstrosity do we live in

So called angels in a world of utter chaos

Or do we live in a angelic world as demonic beings

Impossible to decide which

Can one man that is blind be able to see

While the man that sees is blind

Yes

Because the blind man sees

Not sight but truth all truth

While the man that sees is blind to every truth

But the he chooses to see

Can the deaf man hear

While the hearing man becomes deaf

Yes

The deaf man though not hearing man does not hear sound

Listens to truth

When the hearing man though knowing sound

Only listens to lies

Is the mute able to speak tough not with sound

As the speaker becomes the mute

Yes

When the mute passes these truths on

While the speaker chooses to be mute

Keeping these truths to himself

The reality in the unreal

The way we make these realities

Possible

Living In A Garden summary

this poem is actually not about a garden it is about the personality of each and every one of us. I wrote this poem to help myself realize that although I have trouble with many classmates it is not always because of myself. It is sometimes caused by the narrow minded thoughts of others. Some people focus on only one thing and one thing only and call that the main trait of a person. However, I cannot single out these people because I am the same way we all are in some areas. A lot of people focus only on the bad. I guess what I am really trying to say is that if you think another person is stupid or slow get to know them first because only then can you see the garden of there personality and how it is flourishing. If they need help, help them don’t just look at them like they are a side show or let them get up on their own. Help them to help themselves. Even if you can’t help them all the way bring to a good point to leave off. In fact that is sometimes better than helping them all the way.

Living In A Garden

Living in beauty and watching

It fades and is rebuilt

Living in a garden

Continuing to be the caretaker

Your personal garden

Made to your preferences

Your garden represents your life

You can make the flowers numerous

Or you can leave them to wilt and fade away

The gardener you’ve become

To bring new intellect to the world

The teacher that has already bloomed

To bring smaller buds out of the ground

Watering them with the fluids of education

So they might produce new information to teach

A new generation that will be smarter than the first

You are the gardener

Living in a garden that you have created

Bringing the variety

And keeping the select types that you prefer

Keeping the garden trimmed weeded

And most of all watered

Hope that the garden will never

Shrink but continue to grow

Balancing each other out

The larger helping out the smaller

While the smaller steady the larger

The Famous and The Simple summary

I ended up writing this poem because I had noticed a major controversy when it came to social status. This poem helped me to realize that I could considered an outcast or a popular person. All depending on my actions. Not out of first judgment or simple lack of interest. This poem is reminder to myself that although I should be myself that doesn’t mean I can completely lose control of myself. I need this reminder so that I won’t go back to being a complete outcast because of my behavior. What inspired me to write this poem was my lack of friends and my general loneliness. I was so inspired by these two things mainly to concoct a variety of words that suit my needs best.

The Famous and The Simple

Why are the famous noticed above the rest

Can the simple possibly be lesser

Or are the lesser the famous

Many famous die

To have new fame rise

But the lesser leave their ranks the same

Unless the one lesser becomes the famous

Why must one man be made better

So that the man next to him can be called lower

Is all this true

Could the false statement be accepted

Is it the simple that make the famous exist

So that the famous can choose who should be exiled

Who has more power the one who stand above the rest

Or the ones who accept their position

One man above the rest who made him that man

Millions who step away from the one

While the one steps away from the millions

Do the famous really deserve their title

Or does that title belong to the people who made the famous

What fame is their

Why do we call them famous

Giving a man fame is only going to put the man in a higher rank

A rank that will give him the thought that he is better than everyone else

When it is everyone else who made him famous

The famous and the simple in a constant battle

The simple making the famous

The famous thinking that they brought themselves their

Falling Down to Reach the Top summary

In this poem the meaning is that although you can’t always succeed the first time you have two choices for after the first try, do it again or give up. In all of these words there is only the wish to have the reader make a choice of doing one or the other. Whichever side the reader is drawn to depends on how they interpret the poem. I wrote this poem as a the memory of public school was going through my mind. The memory was of no specific thing but more of the entirety of the public school. I was ridiculed and made fun of constantly and was treated as the lower species almost by the other students. I represent all of this through a poem.

Falling Down to Reach the Top

How can one defeat the other

When he always falls down

Give up they say

What will you do

Try harder as the conscience says

Or simply head your opposer's word

Take the fall and let them climb to the top

Always trying to find a new dream

It gets harder and harder the more you fail

Try again

They laugh in your face

One man is nothing they think

But what do you think

One man san do a lot more than the millions can think of

An army is brought together by one man

And that army started out as one

One man that was the first to succeed but not the only

Thousands succeeded after him

The first became insignificant

To the others that joined him

So do you call out

Do you say I will not give up

Or will you become that lowly man

Who in the end made his opponent stronger by surrendering

What is your choice when you fall a few feet lower than you opponent

Can you possibly get back up again

Did your strength fade in that one fall

Laugh at your oppressor

And sap the strength from him

To prove that you are the stronger

Make him eat his own words

When he throws them at you so

Force the arrogant to realize his weakness

And laugh at his lack of knowledge

About those who work hard as to those who are born with talent

Can only do so much

While those who work at it achieve endlessly

A hatred With A Heart summary

Like all of my poems, this one has its own special story. I wrote this poem I was physically kicked in the in the rear by a classmate in geometry class during my freshman year of high school. The reason for this was my own doing. I was acting immature and annoying and ended up getting hurt for it. All because I didn’t know when to stop. Now however we are best friends. What this poem means is that although you have pains that you can’t escape and things you hate with a passion, you don’t have to be blinded by those things. It’s a reminder that if you fall to these pains and hates you can quickly stop co irreversible damage that could ruin other people’s lives and your own life. This poem is meant to keep you from becoming a cruel and unusual person. All this is a revolving door staying in one place but still moving.

A hatred With A Heart

A hatred that is blind

When left alone

Never leaves others alone

A hatred that forgets

Forgets what happened to it

A hatred with a heart

That hatred remembers

Only when realizing it’s hated

It remembers itself

When it was treated how it treats others

A hatred with a heart that went out of control

The hatred that could have loved

Chose out of instinct

When it had the chance

It took what it learned

Embraced that knowledge

What a cold grip

It gave that knowledge a hug

Then put it to use

A hatred with a heart a scarred heart

Desperate for vengeance

The hatred took the vengeance

Used it on the wrong people

A hatred with a heart

A heart turned to iron

Only softened when it sees what it’s done

A hatred with a heart

A heart turned soft

A hatred converted

To kindness

a fazed individual summary

The story behind this poem was about when I realized that I was who I was and I was where I needed to be. This poem is my recognition that I did not need to be the best to be a winner. I use this poem as a reminder that I am only right for myself if I believe that I am. This poem lets me know that that although I have only so many abilities and I am not the best in any of them, I can still use them to succeed and that is what puts me on top.
The poem A Fazed Individual came to me after a confrontation with a classmate in my freshman year of high school. At the time I wrote this poem more to comfort myself rather than to enlighten my mind on myself. All of this is the reason for this poem.

a Fazed Individual

A Fazed Individual

The fazed man who thought he was in the clear
Thought that he would make it
Only to be thrown back in despair
He only wanted to be at the top
To be the one who was the top dog
People would admire him
He was thrown down
Felt pain
Wanted to run
To cry in solitude
He stood strong
So no one could see his pain
Longing for a reconsideration
Then a new thought occurred to him
What if he wasn’t meant to at the top
What if it was some other area
An area where people were more like him
That could be put to use in later life
At least they won’t laugh
At least they will encourage him
He got that in here to
He got encouragement
Had people who cared about him
What will be different here
The people, the attitude
The simple need to prove yourself
This new area will be the same as the other just different people
You will always be at the top
Just never realize it