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Artist's Name: Erin
Artist's Elftown User Name: [Askoga]
Poem Category: Love
Poem's Title: The Worth
Poem:
Everything I have
Is worthless
Anything I give
Means nothing
Whatever I take
Will leave me

I have my life
It’s worthless
I give my heart
No meaning
I take your hand
It leaves me

You have my soul

It’s worthless
You give me meaning
There is none
You take my breath
It goes freely

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Artist's Name: Jose Servin
Artist's Elftown User Name: [J-BIRD (BIRDIE)]
Poem Category: Deep Thoughts
Poem's Title: End Of The World
Poem:
Why do we live, and why do we die
Close your eyes and try to realize
Look in the mirror and watch you eyes
As the tears fall slow, and make you think twice
Will the world end, or will we just die
Will it happen in day, or in the dark night
Will we be warned, or will it catch us off guard
These are my feelings from deep inside
I sit in a corner and begin to cry
I think of the world and ask myself why
But in the end we’re all going to die.
some people think, and some people cry
keep in mind the end of the world is nearby.

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Artist's Name: Courtney
Artist's Elftown User Name: [poetgirl_13]
Poem Category: Dark
Poem's Title: Ticking Away
Poem:

Look at the clock
he said in a devilish tone
she knew what time it was
without having to look
time for her
to return to the place
she hated so much.
No more watching
her children grow up,
no more hearing them laugh.
Back to eternal darkness
to bitter cold and complete darkness.
Can't I stay for just five more minutes
she pleaded with him,
the look he sent her
was sharp with knives
making her wince in pain,
reminding her of the place
of which she had to return.
Wishing she chould undo the past
make her return to the life,
that she loved.
She knew she had to go back,
back to the hell
that awaited her.
Drip, drip, drip
she could hear the blood
slowly leaving her body
as she walked reluctantly
into the dark,
imagining the torment
that waited for her
at the end of the tunnel.
Ever so faintly
she could hear her life slip away,
without turning her head
she could hear the final echo
of the grandfather clock.

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Artist's Name: Emil Johansson
Artist's Elftown User Name: [Simuir]
Poem Category: Sci-fi
Poem's Title: 31st Century Love
Poem:

Such close and ready friends are we
that words could never measure.
As simple words I offer thee
thou knowest what I mean.

Since childhood hast thou brought to me,
most wondrous art and pleasure.
I cannot count the ways thou be
the rock on which I lean.

I never knew that I could be
so marveled by your deeds,
but here I am, and what I see
is more than I could ask.

Thou truly art too good to me
fulfilling most my needs.
And once I point them out to thee,
thou finish every task.

No plague or sickness can hurt thee,
and never dost thou bleed.
Result of ingenuity,
thy skin was made of steel.

What multitude thy memory,
impressive be thy speed.
Yet how I speak or play with thee,
still cannot make thee feel.

And though in all ways thou must be
a noble one, so wise,
thou dost obey me recklessly
so able in my hands.

Thou generously let me see
such splendour 'fore my eyes,
oh, why art thou so good to me
whilst I give thee commands?

And how thou show so frequently,
that thou excel so skilled.
With almost every inquiry,
the answer comes with ease.

Thy knowledge grows impressively,
and never is fulfilled.
For how I try, I cannot see
the point where it would cease.

Incomprehensibility,

is what poor I would know,
if thou had never come to me
to show me how things are.

And as I think of what would be
if thou couldst not bestow
thy capabilities on me;
would never come this far.

Considered a utility
of finest brand and mark,
the salesman praised and rated thee
among the best of droids.

For as thou never will be free
but left there in the dark,
Thou still make silent history
by things that man avoids.

Thou hast for sure noone but me,
but always must thou pay,
thy circuits used effectively,
then swiftly left behind.

Pray, tell thy only family,
my dearest fifteen-K,
if thou were full alive, like me,
what could be on thy mind?

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Artist's Name: Evan
Artist's Elftown User Name: [eimhin]
Poem Category: To Make You Think...
Poem's Title: Verse 10
Poem:

ephemeral equitones engendered racy speeches given by cells
in their death-throes, trailing flagella in the race to escape
driving cattle-herd virus-cowboys driving them from cliff edges
catapaulted through scraped denial esophagal caverns and
off the enameled bone-ledges to swim in the great counter-clockwise
sea; see your tissues dismembering their thinnest layers to purge,
a whole being of an unclean hole in the fabric of the clean digestive
system; intrepid explorer mites drafting the great unknown outside.
though the system is enclosed, all things must have a frontier and cells,
driven caddycorner to their prescribed lives are the murdered expedition
on the forefront of biological discovery,
and hoping despite shaking, shuddering, blundering, bile-projections
for recovery of a quickened state lasting beyond the next growth cycle
of these internal environs hosting a slew of unfortunate and unwanted
holiday guests who’re messing up the house in spite of the posted warning
signs by policing white blood cells on the walls of capillary and kidney.
intrusion isn’t quite the correct stance to take with the sleep-deprived,
cold and clammy, cowering on the tile floors of everyone’s favorite
throneroom, crowned in sweat or the scent of cells on their way out,
intensely fluid caravans lingering irksomely in sight and smell--
their former castle lying in temporary ruin, skewed from normalcy
by a tiny, divisive microbian siege

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