Green = My Comments Pertaining to the Poem following.
Navy Blue = A Few things not pertaining to any poem in particular
Any Other Color = My Poetry

Before I start with the poetry, I just wanted to say that I have had a few requests before for quoting a line or two from my poetry(I don't think it's that good but oh well), and If you would like to quote a line or two or the whole thing just contact me. I'm really reasonable about it. :) Every poem but the first one I hid and put a little note as to why I hid it before the poem. I don't think they're inappropriate for minors or anything, but I'm just taking precautions. Enjoy =3


Okay, first I'd just like to say that this poem is REALLY different from what I'm used to writing. I usually write... not so straight forward stuff, you'll see in a poem later in the post. This started off meaning to be a kids poem and got slightly morbid partway through.

Dust Bunny

Bunny bunny,
Come out to play,
The dusters coming to take you away,

Bunny bunny,
Bring your friends with you,
The dusters coming for all of them too,

Bunny bunny,
Come jump for joy,
The dusters coming and he won't toy,

Bunny bunny,
You've done nothing wrong,
The dusters coming but he won't be long,

Bunny bunny,
Make yourself seen,
The dusters coming and loves to clean,

Bunny bunny,
Don't be rash,
The dusters coming and won't go back,

Bunny bunny,
You can't hide forever,
The dusters coming and he never says never,

Bunny bunny,
Surrender all now,
The dusters coming and he'll be around,

Bunny bunny,
Here you are!
The dusters come and you no longer are.




The Next one is what i was kind of referring to earlier about not being straightforward. Following Poem Hidden Because: Contains Concept of Death

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Feather

A black feather floats slowly down,
Landing on bland, stony gray ground,
Gray clouds over high leave no trace of sun,
And here this feather falls as if it's done,

No longer needed and the bird has flown away,
Into solitude this feather is dismayed,
And into nothingness of such a bleak kind,
The only color present here you'll find,

Is as red as a rose and dark as midnight,
It's the one and only liquid of life,
But this feather has none,
This feather is done,

Grown old and out of the bird,
Sailing silently down,
Without a sound,
He falls to the ground.

The next poem... I have no idea. It was how the world seemed to me at that moment in time. I'm sure others can relate to some extent. Following Poem Hidden Because: Very Darkly Themed

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No Other Way

What draws me close,
And tears me away,
The darkness knows,
No other way,

I hear it calling,
Beckoning in the night,
And now I'm falling,
Away, away from the light,

It wraps around me,
Keeps me warm,
It hides from me,
That my heart is torn,

The addicting darkness,
The emptyness of it all,
No love, no light, no loss,
I can hear the darkness call,

It tempts me with sweet numbness,
It pulls me closer still,
The light is gone in the darkness,
Yet the darkness does not kill,

I yearn to leave light,
I cry when I must face the day,
I thrive within night,
For there is no other way.

The next poem was inspired by a friend of mine at school who as this thing with the number 7 and how evil it is. =3 Anyway, on to the Poem! Following Poem Hidden Because: Mildly Graphic Description of a Death

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Seven

Seven sets of eyes,
They saw it happen,
They know where,
The body lies,
Seven sets of eyes.

Seven sets of ears,
Heard the cry,
They turned away,
Not from fears,
Seven sets of ears.

Seven sets of hands,
Refused to reach out,
Refused to pull up,
Onto the lands,
Seven sets of hands.

Seven people knew,
The man who drowned,
In his own sorrow,
And I know too,
Seven people knew.

Seven ghosts,
One by one,
Took their fall,
And now he hosts,
Seven ghosts.

Seven stories told,
None of them true,
The one unspoken of,
The one of old,
This story should be told.

This was something that I wrote after I watched a television program on anorexia as a medical condition. Following Poem Hidden Because: Contains Content about Anorexia(Not Eating)

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Her Pain is Felt

My little baby,
She won't eat,
I think she's sickly,
My little sweet,
I'm her mother,
I know what's best,
But she won't bother,
So I can't rest,
She must be hungry,
She's starving herself,
My little baby,
Her pain is felt.

My little child,
She won't eat,
I think she's wild,
My little sweet,
I'm her father,
I know what's best,
But she won't bother,
So I can't rest,
She must be hungry,
She's starving herself,
My little baby,
Her pain is felt.

My beautiful girl,
She won't eat,
Lost in this world,
My beautiful sweet,
I'm her lover,
I know what's best,
But she won't bother,
So I can't rest,
She must be hungry,
She's starving herself,
My beautiful baby,
Her pain is felt.

A Single Note

A single note left all alone,
Sending a chill down to the bone,
Breaking the silence and ringing in the air,
That single note hardly anyone can bare,
To hear played alone and cold,
Striving to sound noble and bold,
Weaving through our simple minds,
Waiting for the perfect time,
To strike us down with just the touch,
Of that one little single note, but,
In all fairness It can't win,
Unless it's you who let's it in.

Umm... can't read your poetry if it's hidden, so really it's kinda pointless in posting it up, don't cha think? On top of that, it's poetry. It's your feelings constructed in an artistic way. Why hide it? I think that's stupid. if you think your stuff needs to be hidden due to portrayal of death, go to my Collective and read Atonement or My Necrophiliac Addiction. What you wrote can't be any worse than that.

Also, a poet should NEVER, EVER have to explain or put any "notes" before the poem as it should explain itself. If it doesn't then it's not very good.