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Famous PoemsThe Tyger
by: William Blake

Tyger Tyger burning bright, In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies, Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare sieze the fire? And what shoulder, & what art, Could twist sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? and what the chain, In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil ? what dread grasp, Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

When the stars threw down their spears And water'd heaven with their tears: Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright, In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye, Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Fire and Ice
by: Robert Frost Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

My Poetry

by: Matthew
Inspired by: Jason McCoy

1 block 2 blocks Red blocks Blue blocks The blocks are your enemies

Falling from above Faster and faster The tune roaring amongst the chaos Hypnotizing, repetitive The blocks are your enemies 4 simple squares, 7 different blocks Over and over Faster and faster Fighting to make lines The blocks are your enemies

Minutes, Hours, Days The tune nourishes your mind like food, controls it Makes you ache for points Ache for lines The blocks are your enemies

Closer and closer to the top Till you see it The red tip, The bringer of hope Down, down, down, deeper and deeper The blocks are your enemies

To the bottom of the crevice it sinks Completing 4 lines, creating� A TETRIS You take your first breathe, your heart its first beat But it's not over, it's never over The blocks are your enemies

Pure Beauty
I look at you in wonder,
Imprisoned by the view,
Your beauty brazed within my gaze,
What words could speak you true?

The clouds don’t do you justice
And the snow can not compare,
The purest light amidst the night
Is almost getting there.

But still you have more beauty,
More than any image born,
For though the mane might be the same,
Above you rests a horn.

Kitty by: Matthew Kitty, come and play with me amidst the grass and flowers We can tumble with happy faces for hours upon hours. We can chase your precious tail and pounce about with glee We can feast on milk and fish and climb the tallest trees. We can roam the endless fields and sniff the scented fruit or watch the leaves dance through the air as if life were on mute. We can lay out in the grass and feel the sun's warm rays or we can snuggle by a tree and think of happy days. And underneath the bright blue sky your eyes will disappear And, I too, will fall asleep thinking of our cheer.

Gods and Men

Are gods things that men create,
or is god something true?
Is god the god of Buddhists,
or is god the god of Jews?

Is god a thing that men imagined,
and created in their minds?
Or is god the thing that created Earth,
And has existed for all time?

Is god made up of spirits,
within each living thing?
Or is god just an essence,
to which so many cling?

Was he the one who gave us life,
and the ability too care?
Or is it really all made up,
Is he even there?

I often stare and wonder,
as I think of what is true.
Of what is real, of what is fake,
of what it's coming too.

And sometimes I wish I had that faith,
that others hold so tight.
But I don't have that potent trust,
that makes me feel it's right.

Is god in this very room,
watching down on me?
Or are the holy books all that
religion came to be?

I know not what to think today,
with words like faith and truth.
Is there really right or wrong?
Is there really proof?

So many theories, so many stories,
and aren't all really true?
For in one's mind is not the truth,
What makes sense to you?



Friends' Poetry
Grunt.
Chuckle.
Jackal.
Hunt.

Hunter.
Jackal.
Chuckle.
Grunter.

Destroy.
Kill for life.
Live for death.
Continue on.

I am on a quest.
Not Mario's quest for personal love,
Nor Wario's quest for monetary gain,
Nor even Ash's quest to "Catch 'em all."

This quest is for more.
This quest is for a larger love,
It's larger than money, and for a bigger catch.
This quest is for humanity.

Here they come again.
The covenant forces, the fools.
They think they can take me.
I am biogenetically engineered to destroy their kind.

With Cortana my sole companion,
I make my way through the crowded corridors,
Through the rolling land,
Sun, ice and snow.

I burn holes through them.
My weapon?
The shotgun, for one.
Or perhaps the launch would do better in this situation.

The snipe's always fun to use.
And the pistol gives 3-shot KO's to the head.
I could use plasma weapons, but.
No. Mankind has better weapons than those.

So I make my way to an abandoned structure�
Wait. Not totally abandoned.
There are some of the foolish covenant.
What a waste of living matter.

I destroy those, and find a half-crazed man deep within the structure.
He keeps babbling, and I have to put him down.
I find a room, with a vidchip inside.
On the video is a threat I can't imagine.

What are these strange sounds?
This creepy skittering and ominous music?
The flood.
The flood is coming to wipe out all of it.

I destroy all of those that I can.
Once again, the shotgun is the only effective weapon against them.
Unless you're killing the little balloons
Then you can use the assault.

The Blue sphere says that he can help me.
After destroying more Covenant and flood,
I find the index.
There's only one problem

Cortana informs me that HALO is a weapon
A gun pointed at the head of the universe
It will destroy all intelligent life
And therefore starve the flood.

Now my focus has shifted.
I must destroy this halo.
This one ring to rule them all.
I must create an explosion.

I take a ride
In a Banshee
The most fun
I've had all day.

The Pillar of Autumn
Has become a Pillar of salvation.
The exploding fusion reactors
Create just the solution I need.

I'm not normal.
This is heroic.
My actions may even be legendary.
I've saved the world.

But there are more worlds to save.
So for now, I'll leave this area.
I'll move past these echoes and dust,
Into another mission, another fight.

I'll not rest until I create right.


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