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_{Okay, well the first four got on the daily poem, the rest haven't...yet.}

My Dragon Ate My Homework

My dragon ate my homework,
No really, he did!
He likes the taste of paper.
I swear I do not kid.

My dragon ate my homework,
I guess it's just his way.
He likes the taste of ink as well.
I shouldn't let him stay.

My dragon ate my homework,
He does it all the time.
I think he would eat anything,
He even likes the taste of lime.

My dragon ate my homework,
This my dragon would do.
And if you won't take that excuse,
I have a phoenix too.


Ordinary

My name is Ordinary,
For that is who I am.
I'm just as plain and boring,
As a single grain of sand.

The world needs me, this ordinary,
To make the great stand tall,
But being just so ordinary,
Can make one feel awfully small.

My name is Ordinary,
And when I'm old and gray,
My death will be so ordinary,
They'll write ‘Ordinary’ on my grave. 

I'm not extremely stupid,
But I'm not extremely smart,
I can't sing or dance extraordinary,
Nor excel in any art.

My name is Ordinary,
As you can plainly see,
Nothing but plain and simple,
But as ordinary as one can be.


Lie

These poems tell a story,
That never has been mine,
Of true love and depression,
All told in perfect rhyme.

I’ve never been in love,
Nor have I been alone,
I tell the tales of others,
Since I cannot tell my own.

My life is just too plain to tell,
In such a poetic way,
So I make up tales of intrigue.
To make you want to stay.

I have told a tale that’s false,
Now all I can do is try,
To make a lie seem like a truth,
And truth seem like a lie.


Falling

Falling, falling, falling fast.
Will you give your hand to clasp?

Fingers falter, palms are slick,
Falling, falling, falling quick.

Help me, help me please, I cry,
Is this how the mighty die?

No handholds left for me to grasp.
Falling, falling, falling fast.

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To Know

No one knows anyone,
Or so you might say.
But knowing is relative,
And strangers will stay

Think not, want not,
But waste all you can.
To assume is the downfall,
Of many a man.

Don't say what I think,
Don't say what I mean,
Don't jump all around,
But stay in between.

I know what I know,
I know what I don't.
I know that I could,
I know that I won't.

You say that I'm wrong,
And it could be well true,
But while I never presume,
I think I know you.


Teller of Tales

Once upon a time and happy ever after,
Is way too far away for me.
If living in the past is living in the present
Then I don't know where the future will be.

Knights and dragons and fairy tales
All spin around in my head.
But the truth of stories and the truth of lies
Only live in the books I've read.

Everything’s changed yet nothings wrong,
When the young become the old,
It all stays the same and never can change
In all the stories I've told.


Infatuation

Damn to hell this infatuation,
Damn the boy that I adore.
Damn the heart in my chest beating,
Damn this feeling I abhor.

Damn to hell my reputation,
Damn whatever keeps us apart.
Damn the rift that I have built,
Damn to hell my icy heart.

Damn to hell my rationalization.
Damn the reasons not to love.
Damn whatever makes you smile,
Damn the topics we speak of.

Damn to hell my hesitation.
Damn to hell my hidden fear.
Damn to hell my blushing face.
Damn, why can't I see things clear?

Damn to hell this infatuation,
Damn the fact that I can't run.
Damn my stupid, broken heart.
Damn what I have left undone.


Dream of Demons

What do demons dream about,
If they even dream at all?
Would they dream of death and darkness?
Or watch a civilization fall?

Would they dream of the color red?
Of tortured screams of pain?
Would they dream of ripping, tearing flesh,
Till blood would fall like rain?

Or perhaps they dream of better things,
A life free from dark, and fire.
Do they dream of blue skies and puffy clouds?
Do they dream of someplace higher?

Or is it true that demons,
Know naught but how to maul?
But who knows what demons dream about,
Or if they even dream at all.


My Beach

I walked down a beach in '44.
No men lie sleeping on this shore.
The seaweed here isn't stained with red.
The air does not smell of the dead.

Red water doesn't wash on red stained clothes
No friends lie here, and no foes.
No ships float broken in the sea.
No dying man gives God his plea.

Twisted metal is absent here,
No pain, no grief, nothing to fear,
Here, no trenches dot the shore,
Not on my beach, June '44.


Blame

You used to be so happy,
Then suddenly you changed.
And now you're staring at me,
Like I'm the one to blame.

I may not know what happened,
And possibly it's true,
But how am I to know what's wrong,
When I can't speak to you.

We used to laugh together,
And everything was great.
But now you're always cryin'
And your eyes are filled with hate.

It hurts me when you tell me,
That the whole world hates you now,
Cause last I checked I'm part of it,
But I can't show you how.

You used to be so happy.
I don't know why you changed.
Now everything just hurts so much,
Cause you think I'm to blame.


Nothing Left

A mission done, but life remains,
Hands are soaked with blood-red stains.
I thought I’d die, before I won,
I never guessed I’d see the sun.
I lived in darkness, without a light,
My life has been an eternal night.
But now you see, I’ve broken free,
And this sudden light is blinding me.


Fine

Did you ever say you weren't okay,
when everything was fine?
Did you ever say that you felt great,
when you just want to die?
Did you ever think the path you took
Could possibly be wrong?
Did you ever think that what you seek
Was with you all along?


Conformity

Conform to unconformity,
Be different in your normalcy,
Forget originality,
You've all become the same.

Little kids say life's so sad.
Complainin' how love's so bad,
The whole world has been going mad,
We've lost if life's a game.

The world's become monochromatic,
And everything must be dramatic,
And everyone's life is traumatic,
And parents are given the blame.

Conform, in all your unconformity.
Different is a new kind of normalcy,
We've lost all our originality,
And now we're all the same.


That Day

"One day, I will get over my childish wants."
And one day, I'll have nothing,
One day I'll gain maturity,
And maturity will sting.

One day I'll get better.
The next day will be worse.
I'll replace the one I have,
With another awful curse.

One day I'll get over it,
It shouldn't be too hard.
One day I'll close my heart,
So it won't get all scarred.

One day I will find a way,
To make another claim.
And on that day I'll realize,
That 'that day' already came.


Taught

The world is not a pretty place,
This is what I’ve learned.
When judged upon religion or race,
When beaten, frozen, or burned.

I learned that Hitler’s just a man,
And all men can go bad,
That ignorance and prejudice go hand in hand.
And leaders can go mad.

I learned to hate my naiveté,
Though now I want it back,
That you can’t just keep looking away,
When you have what others lack. 

I learned how easy it can be,
To grow use to the sight of corpses.
As long as they cannot truly see,
It’s easy to desensitize the masses.

I learned to always prepare for the worst,
And everything is complex,
To look after the ones who are targeted first,
Because chances are you’re next.

I learned to hate my nice blond hair,
And the blue inside my eyes,
Because though I’d get an awful scare,
I wouldn’t be the one that dies.

I learned just how much humans can take,
And what it takes to survive.
I learned how many ways we can break,
And how we stay alive.

I have learned many lessons,
And I have just one more concern,
For though I know of many reasons,
Our world has yet to learn.


Nobility

We are not so noble,
Though proud lions we may be,
We refuse to shirk from danger,
Secure in our nobility.

We stand tall and proud and powerful,
A mane around our head,
But blood drips from our jaws,
To stain golden fur to red.

We are not so wonderful,
Though we lounge upon a throne.
A golden crown sits on our heads,
Majesty sits in our tone.

We are fat and slow and lazy,
Pampered by our power,
With just one mighty, feral roar,
All others will shrink and cower.

They tell so many stories,
A myth, a legend, a fable,
And we will hide the awful truth,
That we are not so noble.


Disbelief

I don't believe in fate, she says,
Nor the god above,
I don't believe in hate, she says,
I don't believe in love.

I don't believe in wrong and right,
Nor the right to judge,
I won't start, nor perpetuate a needless fight,
Nor will I hold a grudge.

I won't ask for you to tell me,
Nor will I keep your silence,
I won't ask for you to let me be,
Nor beg for your acceptance.

I will not tell you lies,
But I will not tell the truth,
I won't hide behind a false disguise,
I won't excuse my youth.

I don't believe in fate, she says,
Nor the god above,
I will not fall to hate, she says,
Nor will I fall to love.


Our Own Little Worlds

Trapped we are, in walls of tar.
Stuck in our own worlds.
We cannot see, what else will be,
In our own little world.

The traveler knows, but doesn't say,
He says it's not his place,
The birds know, hear them speak,
Before they leave without a trace.

Hear them cry, hear them tell,
They speak of things I know not well,
They would tell us all we need,
If we would only listen, so.

So, we try and then we fail,
And maybe, perhaps we do not care,
Or maybe we will care too much,
Screaming out it isn't fair.

Locked inside our little worlds,
We cannot see beyond.
The Traveler knows but doesn't say,
What we are missing out on.


Bloody Valentine

I got an empty gift today,
From my bloody valentine,
An empty gift for an empty day,
For your heart is not yet mine.

A kiss is nothing special,
Just a touch of lips to lips.
The world will not stop turning,
The sun will not eclipse.

In the tangled game of love,
A lose can be a win.
If St. Valentine was a sinner,
Does that make love a sin?


Stolen Sunrise

Somebody stole my sunrise,
I woke up and it was gone,
Just cold and wet and rainy,
With not a trace of sun.

Somebody stole my sunrise,
And now I want it back,
For what's the point of waking,
When you just wake up to black?

Somebody stole my sunrise,
And now I cannot wake,
I'll sleep and sleep forever,
Like a curse I cannot break.

Somebody stole my sunrise,
Without it I'll cease to be,
I know everything would be alright,
If only my sunrise would return to me.


Little Stones

Little stones lie in rows,
Little stones of gray,
Little stones that mark a path,
Ended now, gone away.

Little stones all in a line,
Secrets kept, all they know,
Nothing else, nothing great,
Just little stones all in a row.


Diamond

If you cut me I will shine,
Like a diamond in a mine,
Cold and dark but I don't care,
Someday I'll get out of there.

If you cut me I will shine.
Underneath the dirt and grime,
Lies, more precious than even gold,
Something bright, beautiful, and cold.

If you cut me I will shine,
Through it all I'll say, "I'm fine."
You're wounds will only make me grow,
Though I do not think you know.

Every hurt will make me stronger,
I'm standing tall and living longer,
You can try to take what's mine,
But if you cut me I will shine.


Scathing Poetry

Alas, Alack, and all of those,
I cry as I look at my latest of foes.
How can one such as you still be living?
Has no one heard of a thing called 'mercy killing'?

I feel for your mother, how hard it must be!
Knowing one such as you came from one such as she.
And your father, poor man, it's amazing he stayed!
It must hurt them both to know from them you were made.

Your hands are too big, your feet are too small,
Why, nothing seems to fit you at all!
You're skin is more pockmarked than a pizza pie,
People see you and yell, "What's that? Oh my!"

And your nose, it reminds me of that of a bird's.
While your personality reminds me of one of their turds.
And you're voice! Ah, how it burns one's ears!
A look at your face can bring me to tears!

When you pass of the street, kids cry and women scream,
For you look like you came from the darkest of dreams.
Even the men must give a most unmanly squeal,
For your looks can take away anyone's zeal.

Your presence is enough to make anyone faint,
You smell of old cheese and not-quite-dry paint.
Ah, I fear I can stand to see you no more!
I bid you adieu, may I see you...nevermore.