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PathwayMy Poems
Walking Outside
Pain
Nightmare
Dreality
Candy
My Toe
Dithery Sate
Man in Green
My Room
Jag's Poems
Conversations Between Jag and Me
Oh look he is putting on his Jacket
Putting on his shoes.
Were ever could he be going.
It is nearly three what place is open.
He doesn’t even have a car.
He quickly feels his pockets
Puts a grin of reassurance on his face
Oh he is happy
He is looking forward to this.
It must be that he is meeting a girl.
When was the last time I saw him
Hanging out with a girl?
No it’s not a girl.
He runs down the stairs
And out into the blistering cold.
This guy is crazy, what is he doing
Oh well I should get on with life.
No, I don’t think I will
I’ll just wait and see when he comes back.
Oh I hear someone walking up the stairs.
It’s him again.
He’s got the satisfied look on his face.
What could he be happy about?
Oh I know.
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Pain, can you feel it?
Pains that insert 7-inch nails in my stomach.
Survival is only possible through ignorance.
Ignorance will mold you
Mold you into something unknown.
If my wish is to live I will ignore it.
But I have chosen the path of spikes.
I know they are there,
But forward I tread.
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I try to realize what I’ve become
But all I see is what I want to be
I’ll never be what I want to
But I’ll never be satisfied at what I am
I’ll always be someone else
Only to the few will I be known
Ill always be who I hate
For it is what I really am
I slowly become more like my nightmare
I need a change
But it may never come.
I must endure it.
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Dreality
He stood before me again.
His eyes looking,
Looking at my bloodied shirt.
He holds death in his hand.
I look down,
See my life’s fluid
Streaming down my body.
I insert my finger to feel.
I feel bone.
My body goes numb,
I fall, never to rise.
I wake up,
Hair stuck to my head,
Beads of moisture lay on my arm.
I realize it was a dream.
I sit up and sigh with relief.
Metalforce knocks me back,
I feel my nightmare, as reality.
I try to hold back the blood,
But it seeps through my hands.
My veins run dry………
I look up………
I see hell.
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The sharp candy cane
Punctured my tongue
Candy, the life of children
Drew blood from me
The irony, oh the irony.
It is similar to being run over
By a giant marshmallow car
Or even perhaps being hung,
By a cherry twizler.
Perhaps not as ironic as that
But truly ironic anyway.
The word irony is ironic in itself
Oh irony where is thine steel
Oh steel where is thine irony
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My toe hurts.
People don’t see my toe
So they continually hurt it
By stomping on it.
At times my toe will hurt so bad
It causes surrounding toes to hurt.
People don’t realize the pain within my toe
Don’t realize the pain has always been there
Ever since the first time it was stepped on.
Now I hide my toe
With socks, with shoes
Anything that will protect from further pain
At times I will rest a spike on my toe
So those that step on it will feel the pain.
I try to wear nice shoes, pretty shoes
So people won’t see the scars on my toe.
What hurts the most to me
Is that they don’t realize
The pain they cause from treading.
The pain that never heals.
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Was it a dream or was it for real
A dream, I think, but who could tell
It's something I think I read
But I was there in that book
At least I think I was, but who should know
Surely not I; for I am in a dithery state.
My mind says no, but my heart says yes.
Could it be? I surely hope so.
For if what I dreamed is correct,
It was a pleasant life
Unnoticed by man's eye
I lived my life as if I was a normal man.
Do I ever wish for that day,
That I can live as everyone should
A mere human that is...?
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Man in Green
All the races have ended,
And I am still waiting for the shot.
What happened?
Where have I been?
Did the man in green win?
I always challenge the man in green,
And yet have I to race him.
Now I have missed the race….again.
I probably would have tripped anyway.
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My room is a beautiful room.
My bed is made,
My walls decorated with paintings
Of far away places where the land is beautiful
And the green does flourish
My room is perfect to all that see it
In my room I have a closet
Closet full of debris
Caused from hurt, hate, and disappointment
The Closet doors are locked
Only I hold the key
I have found the one I am looking for.
She is all I thought she would be
She loved my room
Said it was the best room she's been in
Days come and days leave
She wanted to see more of my room.
She asked to see under my bed.
Said I was probably hiding something.
I showed her the red stain.
We sit on my bed and laugh together
Days later, she is in my room again
Said she wanted to see what I put in my closet
I told her it was just some junk
Memories, nothing she would like
I tried to show her the new TV i bought.
She was not interested in the TV
She begged me to show her my closet
I tell her I'll show her tomorow
Hoping she would forget.
Never trust hope
Next day arrives
She asks again
She begs.
She says it will be fine
Said she would understand
I open it
Light falls on the contents
Here I am, almost alone
I smile in sadness
Pick up the filth off the floor
Throw it in my closet
Unclench my fists
Lay down on the bed and dream of happiness
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I am not a unique and beautiful snowflake
amoung the rest of society I've lost my place
I'm sorry but I got no original ryhemes
So please forgive me if I steal your lines
It's my nature, Im a Loser baby
And this one time I thought I could actully maybe
inspire you in some very profound way
But you open your mouth and have nothing to say
because What I've said has been said and done
ANd you leave me to die under the cruel Sun
The Sun is my Blazing and Blinding Embarrsment
Of the fact of you not being shockd by the message I sent
you have seen it all before
you were never this bored
I am nothing New to you
so I guess this conversations through
and go ahead and leave for my prides sake
Ishould never have thought
That I was a beautiful and unique Snowflake
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I took another poem and blew
a virgin poem but then i screwed it
and its now pregaunt with my stupidity
and my lack of talent won't let me see
I do what people call wasting time
I try to write feelings, forget it Never mind
Pencils have erasers but whats that they leave behind
Blury memories of embarrssing lines
Ive seen my child, with a face thats distorted
unholy monster now Im forced to abort it.
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Ever Try to read a book by moon light?
Its impossible to do
But why can't I stop trying?
I am captivated by the moons bedaziling glow
drawing me towards
lifting me away from my useless status
Suckng me through the air
Oh pretty moon baptise me in all your purity
peirce the catacombs of my mind
expose all the lies and monsters hidden in the gloomy shadows
lift me up and take me with you
take me on the majestic journeys of which you travel
We will right the wrongs and fulfill phropechys together
We'll battle evil empires and enslave ellite races together
I can't leave now !
I have not seen all your faces
But me and moon will face it soon
when he must die but the next day rise
and I'll find myself back on earth
brought back by earthly sounds
and everyday a peice of moon and me dies
Stolen by the evil sun
Me and moon don't fight him
because we know he's won
Ohh great Moon let me bathe in the extacy you provide
and I'll remind you that I never lied
about trying to live my life
to every grand epic scale
allthough I tried I often failed
And I cry because I know my ship has sailed
and the gun to my head realeses the title wave of upset
I'll never again be the moon's Space Cadet
and no matter how hard I cry
I know my precious moon has died
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She couldn't guarantee it
"Happiness is not easy", she said
Searching becomes tiresome
As does loneliness
All things adapt
I am a thing
I adapted
Loneliness has no hold
I couldnt guarantee it.
"I do not seek it", I told her
Tears stream down the foreign face
Sorry, I'm not sad
And I turned away.
"The light went out", they said.
I know this
"Will you not change it?" they asked.
Perhaps...sometime, maybe
"But you will not be able to see." they pointed out
I know this as well
You will not be able to see the path" they cried
There is no path
Onward I walked blindly.
Let me be Sleeping Beauty
Let me wait in dreamy state of ecstasy.
Come my lovely princess.
Awaken me with your kiss.
Around me put your arm
Keep me away from harm.
The wretched witch is after me
Lift me up and set me free.
Does the oak wish to be a birch
For simplicity does it search
Let me be weak and you be strong.
Let all the choices I make be wrong
I hold death in my right
hand
Do you wish to join?
Your voyage awaits.
Come join me in my fiery cave.
I'll give you sadness
Take away happiness.
Throw loaded guns at your feet.
Kill yourself
I hate you
I am in control of you.
Give me the wheel.
You shall perish.
I am falling in Darkland
Leaving my laces untied
Wearing my loosened spectacles
One lens is missing
But that matters not
For my sockets are empty.
The pine trees are shedding
Needles in my feet
Tall dead trees
Oh what a sight
Here in Darkland
There is no water
Only earth
And Death.