You said "change" twice in a row.

Different meanings, Pregga. And well I'm off to fix the typos.

All I can say is that we have one excellent poet here.

*claps*
I agree! ^^

I'll link some of my popular and praised poems then. ^^

Some of them aren't really poems... more like creative prose. However, for the most part, you've written them well, and you've gotten the meaning across without being too subtle or too straightforward. I would, however, work on avoiding cliches. I know it's hard, I have trouble with it, myself.

Otherwise, keep up the good work, man.

Some more poems, comments appreciated. ^^

They were all enjoyable reads, very provocative, and I liked "Sleep Is For The Weak" best of all (Probably because I'm most productive in the late hours, myself).

Now...all of my poems. Gasp.
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The Sound of Silence
It is all you hear,
that one sound you know is here,
the blankness in the air,
the feeling of nothingness,
the feeling that there isn't nothing there.
The sound of silence.
It will consume your voice,
before you have a chance,
you will become grasped by the sound of silence.
Wherever you will go,
it will follow.
Even if you try to run,
it isn't fun,
because it will follow you until you die.
Soon you will gasp for air,
even if there is plenty there,
breathing heavier and heavier,
you have no conscious thought,
except that of the sound of silence.
How will you stay alive?
When you feel insanity breeching into your mind.
Soon you think that the only way to get away,
is with a call for help,
a suicidal attempt.
You grab your gun as you sweat.
Because, you haven't seen nothing yet.
You try to stop the silence with you're voice.
But the sound of silence mutes that choice.
Thoughts race in your mind.
How can this be?
Why is this happening to me?
Why can't I breathe?
Why me?
Why now?
Please stop.
The silence continues on,
you think you cannot breathe once again,
is this the end?
You grasp your handgun.
You gulp, but you don't hear it.
Because of the sound of silence.
Then you end you're pitiful existence,
with one single bullet,
you know you shouldn't of been confident.
That you would escape the sound of silence.

Hypocrit
Who the hell are you?
How can you criticize me?
When you are my the same as he,
who is me.
You a hypocrit,
criticizing my antics,
when you aren't so different.
You tell me not to cause blame,
you tell me not to complain,
because what?
You tell me you don't need a reason.
Do not criticize me.
You blame many for your own problems.
You complain about the dishes.
You blame me for the mess.
You are a hypocrit.
You annoy me so,
with your hypocrisy in which you involve.
I want you to stop.
Stop complaining.
Stop youre blame.
Why?
That is what you say.
And I say the reason is,
my own.
How does it feel?
When youre on the other side?
You hypocrit of me.

The Soldier
He wants to come home.
Why does he have to stay?
For this war he really hates.
He sees no point in being there,
risking his life for the ones he does not know.
Ones that he does not care about.
Other soldiers do not agree,
their blood boils for the fact.
That the soldier does not give a crap.
Even though he does not believe,
that this cause he was fighting for was not justified.
Oh,
how he hates his president for this war.
He knows he'll probably die out here.
Out here,
in the desert.
Why,
why did he have to be in chaotic Iraq.
But there he is,
doing what is expected.
Slaying the blood of his so-called ''enemy''.
He is the soldier.
He will do anything against his will.
Taking down his ''enemy''.
Oh,
how he wishes he should of not drafted himself.
In this mindless army of zombies.
Obeying the dictator's will at the wave of a hand.
His heart asked him if this was how they felt in WWII?
Those Nazi elites.
Is this how they felt when they were fighting?
The soldier felt wrong.
Many month's passed while these feelings were suppressed.
Then the day came.
He could go home,
but then he'd return in a week.
The soldier went on the helicopter.
Ready to go home.
Then he was killed.

I Can See the Light
I can see the light in the tunnel.
I can see the light.
The light is bright,
and it draws me near.
It scares me so much that I can hardly breathe.
I am not ready for heaven.
I am not done with the things I have to do.
Why do I have to leave so early?
Can't I tell my wife goodbye?
I can see the light.
It scares me with fright.
Oh, how I don't wanna go.
I don't want to see Peter until I'm old and grey.
I'm only thirty-three.
Why?
Why?
Why do I have to go?
I am not ready for heaven's sight.
I can see the light.
Oh, how I don't wanna go.
I'm starting to cry,
but you'd do the same thing if you were in my shoes.
I don't want to see this damn light.
I don't want to bend to heaven's might.
I don't want to leave my wife.
I can see the light.
Oh, how it gets closer every second I take a breath.
I try to step away.
And it only comes closer.
I... should of not gone on that flight.
I see the light.
And now it has engulfed me.
I saw the light.
And it consumed me.

Men of Honor
What ever happened?
It never used to be like this.
All these crooked cops around us.
It is if it was a Hollywood film.
You do not know who to trust,
when the good guys are dealing drugs.
You do not know where to hide,
when the good guys know where you live.
You do not know how to be safe,
when the good guys control the law.
Whatever happened to the days of old?
When the cops were men of honor,
when the cops were men of trust,
when the cops were men of defense.
And men we could trust.
Oh,
why are these times making them so evil?
No one knows who to blame.
But one thing is known,
these cops - they are insane.
Oh,
how I want the men of honor to return to me.
How I want my city to be safe for thee.
But that is not possible with the crooked cops in my city.
I want the cops of the past,
those men of honor,
who would sacrifice their ass,
for mine.
Oh, I say bring 'em back.
So our cops will not be dealing crack.
I want the men of honor back.
Please can you bring them back?
Before I die from their dishonoroful ways.

No Home
You are the luckiest,
I envy you with interest.
Can you tell me whats it like?
With the roof over your head,
with those guardians you call parents.
What is it like?
I wish to know.
Because I never have had a home.
I cry,
as I walk upon the streets of the world.
I want to know.
How is it at your home?
Warm meals perhaps?
Is there a warm bed to sleep at night?
I wish to know.
I truly do.
Because in all my life,
I have never had it.
No home.

Regret of a Suicidal Bomber
You never know how life happens,
it takes you where ever it want you to be.
Sometimes you have no control.
But sometimes you do.
Right now,
it is my choice - my choice to wear this thing.
The red sticks attached to bolted leather,
held together by plastic explosives.
I pray that I won't go for hell,
when my brains are blasted all over the street.
I take a breath,
I feel like a terrorist threat.
I gulp as I look down at the city streets.
I take a breath,
Man why am I doing this?
I gotta be crazy for this.
I jumped.
I didn't know why?
I just wanted to die and be heard.
I activate my bomb.
I hold my breath,
looks like they don't expect this.
I hear my bomb uh beeping.
I can't hold it in anymore.
I lose control.
I start to scream.
Man, I dont want to be part of this suicidal team.
I feel the buildings passing me by.
As I cry.
I know I'm gonna die.
I can't believe this at all.
What would my siblings think?
Knowing I killed myself with a bomb attached to me.
I see the ground closing in.
I regret this.
How could I do this?
Ah, there goes my life down the drains.
Oh, god no there is the surface.
Boom.
Now I'm obliterated.

Video Games
Addictive,
Compelling,
Fun.
Video Games?
How can you control the world around me?
How can you make me a mindless zombie?
I feel as if I never sleep,
I never eat,
nor brush my teeth.
Paying attention to my life becomes as if it never existed.
How can you,
the Video Games be so addictive?
Do I feel caffeine through my controller?
Do I inhale nicotine from youre air conditioner?
How can you do this to me?
How is this possible?
Surely you can wait for me to wake up tomorrow.
But no.
I stay.
Playing these Video Games.
Final Fantasy,
Super Mario,
even Toe Jam and Earl.
Sonic blazes through my mind,
while Mario Kart 64 races inside.
As I glue my eyes to the TV.
I want to go to sleep,
but I want to keep playing.
How is this possible?
Video Games of all things - doing this to me.
I cannot see how.
How these Video Games consume me.
My eyes are bloodshot.
My body odor smells.
Oh, Video Games.
How are you so addictive to me?

Can't Stand It
Cannot stand it anymore,
it makes me so full of anger,
my tears turn into pain,
and my screams of anguish.
My salvia tastes like blood,
the bitter taste of it in my mouth.
I just cannot stand this,
not anymore.
Names are thrown at me like stones.
Why do they amuse their self?
With making others fall apart.
Rumors attract their attention,
and it makes my blood boil.
Can you stop?
Can you stop?
I cannot stand it anymore.
I sweat of resentment,
and I know when they call me these names.
That they feel no remorse.
Damn it!
Can't take it!
But somehow I live through the horrid torture chamber known only as High School.
High School.

The Crusades
As I charge for the enemys stronghold I begin to think.
Of is the meaning of this bloodshed truly right?
I ponder,
my sword drawn,
shield raised.
The nations of Islam prepared to fight.
The pope says this land belongs to his might.
He proclaims in his fancy silk,
that God wants us to take this land from the Arabs.
I'm pretty sure this is just another territorial want.
And god,
he doesn't want us to fight.
He wants the holy land to be united under all,
but the pope,
or the Mohammad,
or just logic will not let that happen.
Now as I run,
arrows flying down on me.
I ponder,
why fight?
If this will be unjust?

A Thin Line
There is a thin line between us.
There is a thin line between them.
Have you ever wondered.
Ever wondered if it truly existed?
Is there a hell?
Is there a heaven?
Or is this all just a belief that we fantasize?
A heretic we all assume.
A want,
a desire that we know isn't true.
Heaven?
Hell?
They say its real,
the 'book' explains it.
But all books were written by men.
And their opinions,
their fantasies,
and their desires influence their writings.
Its all the same.
How can you believe when the writings could of been from a man with original sin.
The trust is gone.
The trust that you believed when you were infant.
Open youre eyes.
The writings on the wall.
The bible is just a paperback novel.
That was written by a man,
who by chance dreamed this whole thing up.
Kind messed up isn't it?
Is there a hell?
A heaven?
How can you believe?
When the prophecies could be a lie.
And thats where the truth runs dry.
This is truly a thin line between the truth and a big fat lie.
A lie that has been worshipped for millennias....
Can you believe your religion now?
Now that I have told you straight.

Bliss, Wonder, Beyond
Did you ever stop to think?
Look up and wonder why.
What is beyond the sky?
Beyond space,
above galaxies,
just staring down. looking down on you.
In heaven you shall see.
The light of which you seek.
You will be in a eternal bliss,
and you will wonder if its real.
Using your senses to detect its feel.
Touch it.
Smell it.
Taste it.
Feel it all around you.
Is this really heaven?
or is it a dream?
A dream that I struggle to believe.
I often wonder if its real.
If the city of Zion if truly there.
Is this really heaven?
or is it a dream?
A dream that I'm blind to,
but I wish to see.
Do you wonder?
If its there?
And wonder how it feels around there.

Death
Don't take pity on me.
For I have brought this upon myself.
The intoxicating drugs have started to take effect.
My vision is beginning to get blurry, suicide - no repent.
I can sense him already.
The darkness around me begins to shift.
As the eyes, those crimson eyes through that black cloak draws closer.
Archangel of Death.
Carrier of Souls.
Grim Reaper,
hes here for me.
Because of this death I have caused.
I know where I'm going.
I'm not going anywhere.
I'm dead, plain and simple.
And hes here to take me to hell.
Its where I belong,
I suppose.
But do I ever wonder,
did I make the right choice.
Stress....bah.
Is that a good reason to die?
I don't believe it.
Not for a second.
I smirk, seeing death approach closer.
The sound of the scythe scratching against the pavement.
I'm doomed.
I brought on myself.
Heck, I'm dying whether I like it or not.
The smell,
that smell of rotting corpses.
I can smell it for a mile.
I'm going to denial.
I'm not dead.
I'm immortal.
I can't die.
Not happening.
He raises the scythe.
I grimace,
what a horrible sight.
Please, I dont want to die!
I yell.
I yell again, but death has no emotion.
Theres one voice I hear.
Too bad, brought upon yourself.
I scream as I become another harvested soul.
Just because of people I work with that are assholes.
Not worth it.
I'm dead,
I'm going to hell.
And theres not a damn thing anybody, not even me - can do about it.

Fate
Cornered in a alley,
cowering in fear.
On my knees,
afraid to look fate in the eye.
With a jagged knife,
with two faces.
Whimpering on the cold pavement,
crying in fear.
In cowardice.
Do I dare to stand up to fate?
But that jagged knife won't haste.
My knees shaking.
The fear... it's nerve racking.
Betrayed.
Cornered.
Scared.
Not Brave.
One must realize if you do not stand up to fate,
life you will hate.
Cornered with fate.
It is too late.
Now fate has struck me down.
With that two sided knife of fate.

Hero
Heroes,
you hear,
of their honorific acts throughout the worlds nations.
You hear how they are men of honor,
men of grace,
men that you should admire and embrace.
You hear how the villains cry in terror.
When they come with feral rage to take down the evil face.
Do you truly know them from these tales?
NO!
Do you know them personally?
NO!
Do you know their favorite color?
NO!
Do you know that they are just men and are greater than no god in any race or religion?
I think not.
You see,
these heroes.
They were not crafted out of marble.
Heroes are not born.
Heroes are not crafted from marble.
They are ordinary souls like me.
And you.
Heroes...
They are not created,
They are transformed from one thing to another.
Ordinary farmer.
Turns out to be a great father of a nation that is struggling with peace.
Ordinary Policemen.
Saved the lives,
risked his own.
Heroes are not born.
They are forged.
They are formed.
Heroes of me and you.
Me.
And you.
Ordinary Street-Boy,
turns out to be the savior of a inflamed building in the west side of New York.
Ordinary brother.
Just trying to make money - realizes that he must save his lovely....
Heroes are not born.
Heroes not crafted from a forge.
Heroes are ordinary souls....
...and you may become the next savior of all of us.
Hero.
Will you be mine?

With this One Bullet
I look down on you,
not intimidated by your threats.
Not convinced by your promises.
Not surprised by your actions.
Not at all.
Your so predictable.
With this,
I say.
I say goodbye,
old friend.
New foe.
With this,
I become your undoing.
With this one bullet.
This one bullet of hate and pride.
Its not a shell of steel and iron.
Its not a weapon of physical proportion.
This conscious,
this hateful,
this bullet of my heart and soul.
Your spirit will be shattered,
your hope broken.
Your hope of defeating the good in me.
I am my own.
You cannot sway me to your side.
I say,
goodbye.
Old friend.
New foe.
Always pitiful,
when a friend must turn and bring anger and hate to another friend of the past.
Now go lay off,
and die.
You have lost me.
You have lost my faith.
And that is what you will regret.
With this gun of my soul,
and its one bullet to shatter your own.

Accelerate
Your feet touch the ground,
you feel the blacktop all around.
Same old piece of suburbia,
same old problems,
same old people.
But you try,
you try to run away.
Run as fast as you can.
Knowing of the sins behind of you,
and the hope that bewilders you.
Run as fast as you can.
Because you know it like a book,
past catches up with you eventually.
Whether you like it or not.
But you still try.
To escape the misery left behind.
You accelerate to get away from the past,
in which you created.
Accelerate.
Going faster like a roller-coaster.
But like that,
you know it.
It'll come back to you.
You'll realize your mistakes and want and beg for forgiveness and mercy.
But you try not to.
You know how it is set up in others eyes.
Run away.
As fast as you can,
while you can.
Its like that old saying.
Everything catches up with you eventually.
But still you ignore,
and here you do it.
You accelerate from the hate of which you caused.
Accelerate and you'll end up at the U-Turn of Life.
You might think that bites.
Accelerate.

Give up on You
You are the one true girl for me,
but it seems you hate me.
Scream it,
Shout it.
Don't give a @#%$.
Anger boiling inside you,
because I won't leave you.
I won't give up on you.
I'd give you the world,
and you'd throw it away.
Can't you see,
that this way that you are treating me,
will never have a effect on me.
You can do anything,
anything you desire,
but I will stay - no matter what.
Kick me while I'm on the ground,
slap me while my face is turning 'round.
Beat me to a pulp.
But I still won't give up on you.
Because I still love you.
You spurt words you don't know meanings to.
Makes me want to never stop loving you.
Treat me like trash,
treat me like a dog out on its own,
treat me however bad you think.
But it won't deter me anytime now.
Because I won't give up on you.
We are true.
I won't give up on you.

Alone in the Crowd
Sitting alone in the crowd,
blessed it be,
but I'd rather be not in doubt.
I underestimated your power.
I took you for granted,
and I can only now.
Only now see of my faults and your cons.
Breath is pacing,
vision is hazing.
Sitting alone.
Alone in the crowd.
Eyes flowing with sadness,
with pain and suffering.
I took you for granted,
I underestimated your skills.
And when I felt that cold steel door slammed on my face-
I begin to cry,
and feel so....crumbled.
Its my fault,
I know.
But can't you ever find it in your heart to forgive me?
Forgive me,
please.
I know I underestimated you.
I know I took you for granted.
I know I made you feel like dirt.
But....
I don't want to be alone.
Alone in the Crowd.

Sleep is for the Weak
Insomnia is your friend,
sitting beside you, me.
Shadows under your eyes.
Vision hazy.
Music blaring.
Caffeine flowing.
Skin paling.
And you never admit it.
Never giving in to the sandman's whim.
Stay true to the midnight's owl hymn.
Be a nocturnal bat,
perhaps even a addicted nat.
Face aching,
Vision hazing,
but still you stick to the midnight owl's hymn.
"Sleep is for..sleep is for the Weak"
You influential,
insomniac,
nocturnal -- beast.
Insomnia is your friend,
sleep is your Satan.
Fall down,
pass out,
and fail your mission.
The hymn,
in which speaks it loud and clear.
"Sleep is for the Weak"
Stay awake.

Hall of Light
Alone in the shadows,
eternal fear.
Bless it be.
Stuck in darkness,
but pray for the light.
Gloomy horizon,
let me set flight.
Away from ashes,
away from tears,
away from the hall of eternal fear.
Let me grasp life in light.
Let me go from this infinite fright.
Tears of blood,
cries of pain,
stuck in the hall.
No light, only darkness.
Echoes of souls engulfed in pain and sorrow.
But let me go.
Let me go.
Go back into light,
let me get away from this infinite fright.
God of darkness,
keeper of souls.
Why do you keep me here?
In this shadow of death and haunted ghosts.
Let me go, go into the light,
embrace my true world and get away.
Get away from the hall of eternal fear and infinite fright.
Away.
Away from here.
May my soul be filled with happiness again.
May I fly like a eagle,
and be blessed and cleansed of sin.
I wanna fly away.
From this haunted place.
This place,
this cage.
This cage within my soul.
Let me.
Let me go!
I'll never do what I did again before.
Just let me go,
back into the hall of light.....
Back into the world of the living,
the loved,
and the missed.
I'll never do it again.
Please let me back into the hall of the light,
and let me leave the hall of eternal fear and infinite fright.
Let me go.

All you need is Wings
Touch the sky.
Always wishing you could fly.
Away from this world,
Away from the pain,
Away from the violence and insanity.
Wish you could fly.
All you need is Wings to reach heaven.
Nothing else.
Breathe in,
Breathe out.
All you need is Wings.
And you will reach heaven.
Escaping troubles.
Now just fly away,
Like an eagle in the sky.
All you need is Wings to reach heaven.

Rest in Peace
Coffin before.
Soul entrapped.
Sin in life.
Forgiven for noble deed.
But life nor could be spared.
Shattered hearts,
Broken bones.
Sacrifice?
Coffin before me,
speak to me.
Left me lonesome.
But I say my dear friend,
My dear brother,
My dear father.
My dear hero.
Rest in peace.
Rest in peace,
Live new life of no sin.
Goodbye.

The Sidekick
Seen the same old story written on the walls,
But you have to understand how you do not believe.
Believe it,
Never until you see.
Then it hits you like a brick.
Taste the venom in your mouth.
For not believing the impossible.
Return from peace,
And end up with death.
Smells like charcoal,
Tastes like sorrow,
And the soundof echoes.
Best friend dead.
Hometown destroyed.
Life betrayed.
Hit me like a brick,
When I return.
Seeing the horror.
Horrid images,
Planted in my head.
Nothing more than a sidekick,
But what are you when the hero dies and it is up to you?

Betrayal, Bitter Sweet
Bloods on my hands.
No regrets,
Betrayal seems right.
In my eyes.
Always looked down upon,
Always mocked,
Always claimed weak.
With that in mind.
A little sin is alright.
No more laughs.
No more jokes.
No more claims.
Revenge is sweet.
Boy of blue,
How moronic of you.
Got cocky,
And then I sliced you.
Surprised you were when you saw me.
Before you died,
I made sure you recognized me.
Were you speechless?
Were you surprised?
Were you angry?
Dont matter,
I was your demise.
Vengeance is sweet,
Especially on that blue-colored freak.
Return to my master now,
And I will wait.
New World Order?
Not with Sonic the Hedgehog slain.
A little betrayal tastes bitter sweet.

Alone
Have you ever felt alone,
In this world of hate?
Ever been poked fun of,
Irritated,
Annoyed.
Stepped on like a broken toy?
Shattered Hope?
Shattered Dreams?
Mocking laughter,
Tears of pain,
Close your eyes.
Clench your fists.
Mumble your words.
Before you even think of grabbing your daddys call to arms.
Dont be stupid.
Remember the lesson of hate.
Hate plus hate equals more hate.
And one bullet;
Yours or theirs.
Will not solve a thing.
Only bring on pain,
Dont lose sanity.
Control the clarity.
Pain plus Pain equals blame.
Dont cast.
Shake off the feeling,
Smile.
Walk off,
And get on with a good life.
Yours and theirs.
Move on.
Dont let pain caused by words influence you.
And move on,
Never alone.

Breatheless
Sunshine upon my heart,
Breatheless in truth.
Cryptic love,
Frown and a sunny day it will not become.
Tears of rain when you cry,
Rays of light when you smile.
Breatheless, simply.
Eyes of hazel,
Lure me in.
My love will never grow thin.
Breatheless in truth.
Faint,
And I will not let you fall.
Love is everlasting and strong.
Love is what may be.
Love is the feeling of me.
I cant live without,
Heart is strong until you break it.
Breatheless in truth.
You are mine,
I am forever yours.

Move On
Close your eyes.
Stand in place,
hope that the pain that is so everlasting will erase.
Know it will not.
Put it past you,
the memory will remain either way you try.
Can't mend pain,
if you keep it ever so raw in your heart.
Make the pain seep in,
walk away.
Walk away from the pain.
Leave it behind you,
and become a new.
Close your eyes.
And just...walk away.
From the pain.

Blinded by Sky
Sometimes I never know when to stop,
sometimes this pain is ever raw.
Stepped on,
treated not right,
make me feel like I'm swallowing pain.
Ever so raw,
ever so hurtful,
in thine heart.
I'm not a rug,
for you to step on.
I'm not wasting my time,
anymore.
By just standing here all alone,
being treated like no one ever should.
To think you were once a friend,
who once knew how to shake a hand."
Now you step on me,
act like you don't know how to treat me.
Never knew this could turn you.
Never knew just by being one of them.
That you'd betray me, and the very being of you.
You used to be my friend,
but now you turned that upside down and offend.
You used to be just like me,
kicked on the ground just for believing.
What they do not.
But now I can plainly see,
popularity has blinded thee.
Smell the roses,
wake up and realize.
Popularity will come and pass.
And no friendship will remain cause of this hatred that you have craved.
So will you never realize.
Hurting me, and all you're old friends....

....has made you blind and to be soon alone in the sky.
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