Read me

I am a 19 year old Buddhist from new Hampshire (not strict btw),
my hobbies include; fencing, religion, reading, writing poetry, ect;
I do have a girlfriend, so don't even bother,
all whiney 12 year olds will be shot on sight and fed to the penguins.

I have a Personalized poem store, here the link to it
http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/chatterbox/personalized-poems/t.62863033/


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:


My Disease:
Sped, retard, freak, wierd.
All names ment to hurt me.
Disease, diognosis, something to be cured.
All words ment to describe me.

You see me as different,
I see myself as one of a kind.
You labled me useless,
I proved you wrong.

Yet you still claim to speak for me,
Empty words.
I speak for myself,
I write down my heart and soul
To people i dont even know
For a chance at the bigger picture.

You called me weak,
I became strong.
You said im destined to fail,
I changed my destiny.

I have autism,
It DOES NOT have me.


sonnet VI:
your words brought sadness and sorrow,
your cruel motive struck my heart,
your actions make me think less on the morrow,
you now don't want me, i've played my part.
my eyes water with the tears of remorse,
for i have lost a friend i thought dear,
for it appears to be all due course,
trust is now something i've come to fear.
the pins and needles of wrath and hate,
dig deeper and deeper into my skin
such feelings a divine law can't abate.
only one now holds my council, my voice.
only one will i now share my burdened choice.

sonnet V:

Shall thine fear be thy lovers burden,
The shackles of discontent to be born by both,
or shall these forms be cast aside to better view,
loves gentle blossom.

Thy lyrical rhymes and gentle words,
means naught, but only if spoken out of empty heart.
The hallowed halls of a beating heart,
to be filled once more with a beggars triumphant part.

The forks and pines of losses burden,
be received in thine broken chest.
For only loves reemergence,
can quell the onslaught of broken arrows.

When the battle is settled,
and the broken bodies, strewn across the field.
Loves never ending quarrel shall grace the ground ,
with glorious yield.

sonnet IV:

Sitting on the thoughts of the morrow,
my weary heart turns to your graceful existence,
the atlas worthy thoughts that bring me sorrow,
bring my soul to worthy repentance;
your gentle touch that insights noble fire,
your peering gaze that peels through my hardened shell,
yet are only two traits that summon my unending desire,
The rest bring emotions that my tired soul cannot quell;
But in the days to come, i must depart,
leaving you in lonely shackles of love,
no more shall your gentle touch me close to this beating heart,
I will send message on the wings of mechanical dove;
Alas, for all these emotions you have brought onto me,
shall one day bring my weary soul back to thee.

Heart Strings:

the grand puppet master,
tugs at the strings attached to the beating heart.
twisting and turning,
turning and twisting.
till all but that one stout emotion shines through.
love.
It is potent,
it is pure.
It is callused,
it shall endure.

The muscle, it hangs from its holster,
like a Marionette from its master.
The strings ever tight,
the guiding hand ever strong.
The grip may loosen,
but be wary the heart that strays.
For ever the grip may tighten,
the once strong wall, may yet wash away.

For the heart that strays shall ever be,
locked away with in its box.
to be only taken out to me used once more,
as a puppet.

Silence:

silence.
thats all i hear.
the never occurring echoes of my thoughts pounding into my skull.
the last love i had, left me broken and battered,
weary of my actions,
weary of my words.
images of her tear socked face haunt my mind.
my last words to her,
struck her down, like a lightning bolt from the sky.
silence.

a new face sprouts from the ashes of the burning pyre that is my life.
it blossoms into a new era,
and era of what might be conceived as love.
but alas, the same daemon that kept me at bay in the last,
keeps me frozen in my words in me current.
Silence once again threatens my peace,
my hope,
my dreams,
my sanity.


NightTerrors:

The body shakes, the hands quiver,
tears run down the side of my face.
Fear takes it's might toll on my broken body,
the pieces only to be picked up with a broom.

Fear of sleep, is a mighty burden,
for sleep is a requirement of life.
But alas,
visions of her, broken and mangled, haunt my every thought,
visions that can entirely become all but true.

I call her name in wasted breathe,
hoping to make a connection.
I lose her face in a sea of troubles,
i lose myself, in the search for her.

Her voice escapes my ears,
as my hands search for her touch.
sweat drips down my face,
my emotions becoming my crutch.

i yield only for my awakened state,
for i fear to close my eyes once more.
For the ghosts and ghouls need only placate,
the shakes and shivers that shamble down to my core.

True Evil:

Sickness, grief
pain, suffering.
All emotions,
all corupt, all evil.
For,
in my life i have encountered all.
yet no emotion is quite as great as the signal word,
love.

Love is pain,
love is strife.
love is suffering,
love is thy plight.

love by far, is the most evil.
it comes and goes, without warning.
you give you heart to the one you love,
only to have them return it in a box.

love is a gift to be given
not taken.
love is a tomb to be sealed.
not opened.

Live:

Our hands hold each other for the first time,
soft and strong.
The life ahead is full of turmoil,
but we will persevere.
from windy nights,
to snowy days,
We will live.
From tear soaked pillows,
to warm embraces,
We will live.
From pompous ceremonies,
to nights in front of the fire,
We will live.
To the very day, our hands meet for the last time,
wrinkled and weak.
We will live.



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