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I am a 19 year old Buddhist from new Hampshire (not strict btw),<br />
my hobbies include; fencing, religion, reading, writing poetry, ect;<br />
I do have a girlfriend, so don't even bother, <br />
all whiney 12 year olds will be shot on sight and fed to the penguins.<br />
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I have a Personalized poem store, here the link to it<br />
http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/chatterbox/personalized-poems/t.62863033/<br />
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This will be where i post my best poems, and some of my newest ones. vote on ones that you think i should enter in the arena; poems will start popping up momentarily:<br />
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My Disease:<br />
Sped, retard, freak, wierd.<br />
All names ment to hurt me.<br />
Disease, diognosis, something to be cured.<br />
All words ment to describe me.<br />
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You see me as different,<br />
I see myself as one of a kind. <br />
You labled me useless,<br />
I proved you wrong.<br />
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Yet you still claim to speak for me, <br />
Empty words. <br />
I speak for myself,<br />
I write down my heart and soul<br />
To people i dont even know<br />
For a chance at the bigger picture.<br />
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You called me weak, <br />
I became strong.<br />
You said im destined to fail,<br />
I changed my destiny.<br />
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I have autism, <br />
It DOES NOT have me. <br />
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sonnet VI:<br />
your words brought sadness and sorrow,<br />
your cruel motive struck my heart,<br />
your actions make me think less on the morrow,<br />
you now don't want me, i've played my part.<br />
my eyes water with the tears of remorse,<br />
for i have lost a friend i thought dear,<br />
for it appears to be all due course,<br />
trust is now something i've come to fear.<br />
the pins and needles of wrath and hate,<br />
dig deeper and deeper into my skin<br />
such feelings a divine law can't abate.<br />
only one now holds my council, my voice.<br />
only one will i now share my burdened choice.<br />
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sonnet V:<br />
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Shall thine fear be thy lovers burden,<br />
The shackles of discontent to be born by both,<br />
or shall these forms be cast aside to better view,<br />
loves gentle blossom.<br />
<br />
Thy lyrical rhymes and gentle words,<br />
means naught, but only if spoken out of empty heart.<br />
The hallowed halls of a beating heart,<br />
to be filled once more with a beggars triumphant part.<br />
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The forks and pines of losses burden,<br />
be received in thine broken chest.<br />
For only loves reemergence,<br />
can quell the onslaught of broken arrows.<br />
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When the battle is settled, <br />
and the broken bodies, strewn across the field.<br />
Loves never ending quarrel shall grace the ground ,<br />
with glorious yield.<br />
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sonnet IV:<br />
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Sitting on the thoughts of the morrow,<br />
my weary heart turns to your graceful existence,<br />
the atlas worthy thoughts that bring me sorrow,<br />
bring my soul to worthy repentance;<br />
your gentle touch that insights noble fire,<br />
your peering gaze that peels through my hardened shell,<br />
yet are only two traits that summon my unending desire,<br />
The rest bring emotions that my tired soul cannot quell;<br />
But in the days to come, i must depart,<br />
leaving you in lonely shackles of love,<br />
no more shall your gentle touch me close to this beating heart,<br />
I will send message on the wings of mechanical dove;<br />
Alas, for all these emotions you have brought onto me,<br />
shall one day bring my weary soul back to thee.<br />
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Heart Strings:<br />
<br />
the grand puppet master, <br />
tugs at the strings attached to the beating heart.<br />
twisting and turning,<br />
turning and twisting.<br />
till all but that one stout emotion shines through.<br />
love.<br />
It is potent, <br />
it is pure.<br />
It is callused, <br />
it shall endure.<br />
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The muscle, it hangs from its holster, <br />
like a Marionette from its master.<br />
The strings ever tight,<br />
the guiding hand ever strong.<br />
The grip may loosen, <br />
but be wary the heart that strays.<br />
For ever the grip may tighten,<br />
the once strong wall, may yet wash away.<br />
<br />
For the heart that strays shall ever be, <br />
locked away with in its box.<br />
to be only taken out to me used once more,<br />
as a puppet.<br />
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Silence:<br />
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silence.<br />
thats all i hear.<br />
the never occurring echoes of my thoughts pounding into my skull.<br />
the last love i had, left me broken and battered, <br />
weary of my actions, <br />
weary of my words.<br />
images of her tear socked face haunt my mind.<br />
my last words to her, <br />
struck her down, like a lightning bolt from the sky.<br />
silence.<br />
<br />
a new face sprouts from the ashes of the burning pyre that is my life.<br />
it blossoms into a new era,<br />
and era of what might be conceived as love.<br />
but alas, the same daemon that kept me at bay in the last, <br />
keeps me frozen in my words in me current.<br />
Silence once again threatens my peace,<br />
my hope,<br />
my dreams,<br />
my sanity.<br />
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NightTerrors:<br />
<br />
The body shakes, the hands quiver,<br />
tears run down the side of my face.<br />
Fear takes it's might toll on my broken body,<br />
the pieces only to be picked up with a broom.<br />
<br />
Fear of sleep, is a mighty burden, <br />
for sleep is a requirement of life.<br />
But alas, <br />
visions of her, broken and mangled, haunt my every thought,<br />
visions that can entirely become all but true.<br />
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I call her name in wasted breathe, <br />
hoping to make a connection.<br />
I lose her face in a sea of troubles,<br />
i lose myself, in the search for her.<br />
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Her voice escapes my ears,<br />
as my hands search for her touch.<br />
sweat drips down my face,<br />
my emotions becoming my crutch.<br />
<br />
i yield only for my awakened state, <br />
for i fear to close my eyes once more.<br />
For the ghosts and ghouls need only placate, <br />
the shakes and shivers that shamble down to my core.<br />
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True Evil:<br />
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Sickness, grief<br />
pain, suffering.<br />
All emotions, <br />
all corupt, all evil.<br />
For, <br />
in my life i have encountered all.<br />
yet no emotion is quite as great as the signal word,<br />
love.<br />
<br />
Love is pain,<br />
love is strife.<br />
love is suffering,<br />
love is thy plight.<br />
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love by far, is the most evil.<br />
it comes and goes, without warning.<br />
you give you heart to the one you love,<br />
only to have them return it in a box.<br />
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love is a gift to be given<br />
not taken.<br />
love is a tomb to be sealed.<br />
not opened.<br />
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Live:<br />
<br />
Our hands hold each other for the first time,<br />
soft and strong.<br />
The life ahead is full of turmoil,<br />
but we will persevere.<br />
from windy nights,<br />
to snowy days,<br />
We will live.<br />
From tear soaked pillows,<br />
to warm embraces,<br />
We will live.<br />
From pompous ceremonies,<br />
to nights in front of the fire,<br />
We will live.<br />
To the very day, our hands meet for the last time, <br />
wrinkled and weak.<br />
We will live.<br />
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