This is a poem I wrote about people and how many times I've been screwed over by them. It's about how hard it is for me to trust people. It's a little bit about how I am addicted to them and no matter how many times I get screwed, I always open up to them again. It's also about how I want to trust HER. A girl in my life. A girl that I want to love. Anyway, this is a big leap of faith for me. I never let people hear my poems. You guys are like, the first, so take it easy on me, okay? Here goes.
A Poem to Serenadee the Dead
by Joshua R. Nickles
I wrote a poem
to serenade the dead.
The metaphorical zombies,
that feast upon my head.
A song to put the undead
to death.
Those ungodly creatures,
not unlike crystal meth.
I know that they're bad
and I know that they'll hurt me,
yet I come back for more.
Will someone please help me?
But from every one zombie,
I get a fair warning.
It's a putred miasma,
thick like fog in the mornings.
But only one time
was I ever eluded
by a beautiful green,
a perfection diluted.
And to this moment,
I still really don't know
if she's infected like them,
or even if she herself knows.
Though I like to believe
she's true and untouched,
it's hard to trust someone so much
because
when your heart has been picked at
as much as mine, you'll realize
it's rare to find someone that's fine.
Anyway, back to the topic at hand.
Enough with the boring.
Enough with the bland.
This poem kills the zombies once more.
GO BACK TO YOUR GRAVES YOU BASTARDS AND WHORES.
Not bad at all, I like the way you put the poem together with those symbols. I think I might understand how you felt about people you trusted turning on you, as I was once draged into a group of amature thugs/druggies during three of my early high school years, courtesy of someone who was my "best friend" since fifth grade. Um...I think better not get into that... but anyways, I think you did a great job expressing yourself. 
Haha. Nice. My friend...let's just call him SMITH amd some of our mutual "friends" did that to me. They drank, like, half of my dad's beer and got red wax all over the laundry room in my house. They got kicked out and i got their backs, but not one of them got mine. Oh well. I'm not in their little REDRUM SKATE TEAM crap anymore. I found a girl that makes me happy. Ever since I started hanging out with her, I started writing again. But also, in the part about the beautiful green perfection, to the very last part of it, is about her. I want to trust her, but I am having a hard time doing so. SO yeah. Anyway, thanks for commenting. I'm really glad you liked it. hat makes me wanna share more and write more!
ALWAYS OPEN FOR MORE CRITICISM!
Anytime. I'm not much of an author myself, but I do like to read other people's work...as long as it's not too long. 
Yeah, this poem was very well written.
The content is understandable, that's why I hope you will be happy with that girl and I hope it will be easier for you to trust people. I know how hard it is, if you think someone is your friend and in the end they quote what you said and make fun of it.
But nevertheless, I ignore such kind of people.
It's not just that you have to trust them, they have to trust you as well - and that is done by not many people, I guess.
I appreciate the kind wishes dude. I haven't even heard from her since, like, Tuesday I think it was. She could be dead right now and I wouldn't know it. I hope not. God I couldn't deal with that. I love her too much.
Also,thanks for the compliment on the poem. I'm glad you liked it. I'm glad you got it.
I wrote another one. I'm going to share it with you. It's about the youth in America and how they get...well, screwed and stereotyped by "the system". I though of it at Sears when this woman was tailing me because she thought I was going to steal something. It really has to do with the way I look.
Also, I got the first part from a friend I helped with a poem. I, in return let him borrow the second part. So if you read another poem out there with similar parts to it, that's because we're partners in poetry. It's about how @#%$ needs to change
Youth Gets Screwed by Josh Nickles
Different faces,
different places,
But allll the same
still valid cases.
Youth abused by
being used, but
in the end
the users must lose.
This is our future
and it's being ruled
by corrupt politicians
and lieing fools.
And now you know
the truth my peers.
They're the root of
all your fears.
But what do we do?
What do we prove?
Why don't we ever
Make a move?
In lying down,
they are enabled,
so work with me
to turn the tables.
It's time to start
a revolution.
Make a fist and
give it to em.
Don't be their puppet
or voodoo doll.
It's now our time
to make them fall.
So don't be scared,
tell your friends.
Together will make
this harassment END.
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I think I'm just going to make this a writer's topic. Feel free to put your own poems and prose in here. Alright. I got shtuff to do. School. Later guys, and enjoy the newest addition to the collection of poetry.
The poetry is good, but the emocity of it is a bit blunt.
EMOCITY? As in emo? Is that even a real word? Are you trying to call me emo or something? I'm really not. I don't really like emo. Stoopid, silly fad if you ask me. It's like this lame excuse to be "individual". I stay away from those losers who dress emo. I have to ask though, what is your fascination with calling people emo, Wonderbat? Like, haven't you called me emo before in a different topis or something?
Anyway, thanks for the compliment on the poem. I'm glad you think it's good.
I think Wes called you emo.
This is the first time I used emo in reference to anything to do with you, as far as I know.
Those poems were great! I'm very jealous of you, supershadow. 
Hope all goes well and right with you and this girl. Wish I had that kind of companionship, but the girls in the area in which I live (that's Essex. You'll find it in the dictionary under 'dump') are either girls who used to hate me whilst I was at school, be fat, chavvy sacks of pus or be both!
The second poem sounds similar to a song I heard a while ago. Good stuff.
Emo? Does it really matter?
AWESOME! THAT MAKES ME WANNA WRITE SO MUCH MORE DUDE! Knowing that people like my stuff is like my ultimate fuel. Like, when I know people like my stuff, I wanna just go out and find something to write about. I think I have knack for finding inspiration in the strangest spots. Thanks Emerald.
As far as the whole girl situation thingy goes, it's not really going too well. I went to her and her sister's house again yesterday (she has a twin). She really didn't seem all that amped to see me.
Like, for example, her dog got out, and we chased it, and tried to get it back with a skateboard (don't ask)and I asked if anybody wanted to go for a walk. Immediately, she responded with a sooper harsh "Bye." She's never done that before. Salright because me and her sister and our friend went skating (skateboarding) the town.
Idunno. I'm basically in a love triangle right now...and it sucks so bad. Like, this spring break I heard she got really sick and her boyfriend was just sitting there telling her to be quiet while she puked her brains out.
Now if that would have been me, I woulda been the one hunched over her, keeping her hair out of her face. I'd be the one putting her to bed and sitting there all night, awake, amking sure that she wasn't dead. But that's just me.
And I really begin to wonder when she's going to stop teasing me and stop being stoopid. This guy is a jerk. Everyone knows it. When you know a good 25 people who love you, and know him, and hate him, and because of what he's done and hasn't done for you, this guy is probably not the best person for you to be with.
Anyway, I thank you guys for listening, and it's good to know that I can trust you. I've been here for four or five years and have really bonded with you guys (everyone except Geo). I still don't even know you or what half of you look like, but that makes it so much cooler. I also know I can trust you because what are the odds that one of you would live in my small town.
Oh, I think it was Wes that called me emo. I don't care though. And as far as it mattering goes, I really don't like emo. It's annoying. Chick pants and make-up and-ugh. God. Nevermind.
Also, I thought a chav was just a jerk-off of a dude. I wouldn't know though, but I thought he was like the equal to the jocks of America. Or was that a kev...Idunno. Mabe a chav is like your prep.
And ONE MORE THING to Emerald. My town is full of preppy girls. All of which I hate. That's why I'm so haooy that I found the girl that I did. She's different. She does whatever she feels right, and so does her sister. You'll find a girl. I promise.
Men are from Mars and women are from Venus. 
Keep up the good work with the poetry! Can't wait to read more. 
www.chavscum.co.uk (bad language warning) gives a pretty good defination of what a chav is. 😛
Well, really your poems are quite good, content, mature and show humanity in reality.
The 2nd one sort of scared me a bit, because it was real and you really can imagine such situations by reading your poem, even without ever seeing such things.
As I said, you can always talk to me, I guess also with everyone else on here, about the situation in which you are.
For my part I'll always have an open ear.
Keep your ears up,shad70 , and also the good work 😉
Thanks Sailor. That was kinda my goal. I wanted people to relate well to it. I didn't want it to be this crazy complicated piece of crap. I tried using easy metaphors and stuff.
As far as the second one goes, it's more of a message. I really don't think kids will take it like that, but nothing huge has to happen. We don't need to overthrow the government. We just need to show them that some of us can be just as, or even more mature than some adults. I want us to have equal rights, just like the adults get. We need a voice. If it's not me, I might as well inspire a voice to come out and say what he feels.
Well, I have nothing in front of me and I've been at my friend's house every day aftre school. I write everything down in one 3 SUBJECT MEAD FIVE STAR. So since I have a hard time remmebering things, I'm only going to post one short poem today.
THE ART OF BREAKING HEARTS (guess who this is about)
Congratulations darling.
You're breaking my heart.
Slowly, painfully
tearing it apart.
Is it an accident
or a practiced art?
I'm so tired,
still can't sleep.
I feel used and
extremely cheap.
Every time I see you,
it tears me up inside.
It's ripping at my stomach,
and it makes me wanna cry.
Well darling,
time to decide.
Will you make me happy
or will you make me cry?
Another good poem but I don't know whether to congratulate you or not. I think that was a poem you had hoped you would never have to write.
But it gets your feelings across as well as echo the kind of thing others have gone through for a girl who has broken their heart. Believe me, when it happens 3 times, you start getting used to it. Still hurts though.
to the poem.
for your situation.
We do need a voice! *Reaches for megaphone* 
yeah well, the latest one describes either that you just have 'divorced'/about to 'divorce' or that you are just in front of a relationship or that you are in kind of a relationship problem.
But from what you had said before it's actually obvious what the poem really means.
Nice thing, but I hope everything goes better for you soon, SupShad70.
Yeah. Well, I wish things would have worked out. But they didn't. In fact, they kind of fell apart. But there is one good side to this. Every day me and her (let's call her Jane) get farther apart, me and her sister (and let's call her Mary Jane) get closer. Now that prolly sounds really bad, but let me explain.
On Friday I stayed the night at their place and I thought me and Jane were good again. We weren't. Well she came up with some crazy bull because she wanted to get away from me. I got pissed when I found out and left the house and skated for a while. Mary Jane (God love her) ran right out after me and walked with me for a good 45 minutes.
Mary Jane kept me sane for a little bit, and then a new problem came up. Jane's boyfriend decided to stop over. Ooh. I almost hit him in his big stupid nose. I hate that jerk-off. Well instead of hitting him, I just broke down again and cried and shook alot. I must have looked really dumb, but I couldn't help it. Well Mary Jane was with me, like all night, just making sure I was cool. That's a true friend.
Well since then I haven't written anything at all, so nothing new to post today. Sorry. I got writer's block. I'm also trying to write songs and turn the poems I have into songs. Band project just came up for me. I figure that I write okay (or so it seems) and I'm hoping I can write songs as well as I can write poems.
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Well instead of hitting him, I just broke down again and cried and shook alot. I must have looked really dumb
You have my respect. There's no way you could have looked dumb as your only human. You feel pain like everyone else. I know very few people who would actually say they cried about something.
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she came up with some crazy bull because she wanted to get away from me.
Hope you don't mind me saying but what is her problem?
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Well since then I haven't written anything at all, so nothing new to post today
No problem. No point in submitting a piece of work you didn't put your heart and soul into. That kind of work shows. Get things into perspective first and then you are away.
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Jane's boyfriend decided to stop over
Yeesh! You need to be careful. If she's spreading bull about you like you say she is, you need to be careful she doesn't decide that she's gonna get El Jerko to give you a good seeing to. Just saying as I've been in a similar situation.
Got problems of my own. Got this sickening feeling that I'm going to be killed within the next two years. The area in which I live is a cooking pot of violence just waiting to explode. I wish to apologize for slapping a very morbid post into the middle of this thread. Don't mean to scare anyone. Just had to get that off my chest. I had to tell someone.
But supershadow, don't worry. Things like this happen and you are naturally going to ask yourself why. That's why life is the grand adventure that it is. Things happen that we can't explain. But the situation will make itself clear in time. It will make you a better person and you will learn from it. That's how you experience things. Deal with things in your own way and do what is right. In the end, the people who really matter in your life will never leave you. They are there to stay. 
To close on what has become a lengthy and somewhat philosophical post, look forward to any new poems you post.
Well since my last post, alot has happened. First of all, I have a new poem that I wrote just yesterday night. It took me a while, and it's a different style of writing for me, but it still sounds pretty good in my opinion.
Well, as for he rest of my life! I pretty much got over that stoopid girl, but it was wierd because it's the shortest I've gotten over any girl. But as much as that sucks, something awesome happened. I fell in love with her twin sister (MARY JANE). How sad is that? Ha. She doesn't remind me of Jane at all. She makes me forget about her. Well she has a boyfriend (I have a knack for that, huh?) but he lives a while away and he's never there and I'm always there no matter what.
Well me and Jane and our mutual friend Seth were listening to PAGODA (look them up by the way) and me and Jane were laying on the bed, kind of...cuddling I guess. I really wanted to kiss her and I said "I wanna kiss you for real, but I don't know." And she said "I was thinking the exact same thing, and I didn't want it to be awkward." I said "Do you wanna give it a shot?"
We did...and it wasn't awkward at all. It was fantastic. The best kiss I've ever got. Well I got hooked on her, and I hung out with her at her house yesterday and she told her boyfriend that we kissed and he was sad, but come on. I'm glad she told him though instead of keeping @#%$ from him. Well she got a call from him when I was there and after they hung up she felt a little off to me and that made me sad. SO I got kinda down. I asked her what was wrong and she said she was really confused. I felt bad about this and we kind of forgot about it. We went in at dark and laid there and watched Willy Wonka and Jane was pissed! Ooh was she mad that me and Mary Jane were together. Well Mary Jane comes up to me later and says "My sister wants you to back off." SO I replied with "So what do I do?". Which to tell you the truth I wasn't going to be pushed around by Jane and Mary Jane says "Just keep doing what you're doing." So I did. Now Jane is jealous. Ouch.
Anyway, I also ended up telling Mary Jane how much she meant to me and how much I didn't wanna lose her. I didn't wanna push her away from me through pressure. I want her to be comfortable with me. I asked her if she was and she said "I don't know anymore". She said I was just one of many factors that resulted in that response. SO I broke down again.
Anyway, right after that talk I got picked up and as soon as I got home I wrote this for her:
TOUCHY SUBJECT by josh nickles
You fullfill my hopes and dreams and I tend to shake at the fact that I hear that you fear being near to me and knowing the truth that rests in my heart which is the idea of being apart. It's the truth that haunts me and taunts me and makes me reluctant to say what I feel and feel what I say because tomorrow won't be another day unless you're there to make everything okay. SO be there once more to keep me sane and take away the pain through the ever gentle drain that puts me at a loss for words because I know when I'm with you I can't be hurt. And when you're not in my arms I feel like I'm being harmed and harassed by bastards who cast the misery from their past on me too abruptly and fast. And sometimes I sit there and cry and look at the sun leaving the sky and hope to God that I won't die so I can see your face one last time. It's then when I wonder why soemthing that feels so right just might die without a fight on a cold, miserable night. I've lost the grasp of the facts and my past and thin of how fats it'll be before I get the idea I'm not able to make it last anymore. But you're my present and hopefully future and so much more because neither you nor I play games with the heart or the head anymore. SO love me forever and I'll do the same so there's no pain or shame or nobody to blame.
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Whew...hope you guys liked that. That was kinda meant for just her, but I figured 'what the hell', I'll give it a shot. Enjoy.
Well, SS70, because you sound like you have a similar problem to what one of my friend's experienced, maybe I can help you out. I can't say too much about the poem. I haven't been too good at those things. But I can say this about the situation thus far:
First of all, good to hear that Mary Jane's ex(it's 'ex now, right?)-boyfriend didn't seem like the type who'd take physical violence as the first course of action, and smack you out.
Secondly, as for Jane, it sounds to me like she's just angry, and jealous, that she's not getting any attention anymore, whether it be from you, or from another source, but still not getting attention, and taking it out on you and her sister. Though, if it's the case that she is jealous of you being with her sister instead of her, tough cookies for her. She had her chance, right?
For Mary Jane, this might be something she has to work out on her own. As far as I can tell, she still has possible feelings for her 'ex'-boyfriend (still unclear about that). Though, you can be there to support her.
And finally, for you, glad you took the initiative with Mary Jane. Despite the situation so far with her, you have to keep your head held up high and prosper on, you know? Don't try to let depression drag you down, grin and bear it. You have to support yourself up, and if you can work things out with Mary Jane, support her, too.
