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The white and black
Both turn their backs
On a world they need not tamper with
A world not bound by length and width
A world of temples and monoliths
A world of string and torn brethren
A world of beasts like men and krakens
A world of cold where none take action
Of tattered miles and broken factions
A forest born in blood and fire
A mountain born through lust and desires
A hillside born through cuts and sores
A glacier born through corruption and more
A world of children that die when born
From inside out they're ripped and torn
Twisted minds and sharpened horns
And whippy tails and clattered storms
You ask me why I speak no more
Cause all I have is what I've sworn
It's all on paper, in blood and ink
And to the hellfire paper sinks
And words begin to lose their brink
In battles lost and warriors linked
Contracts broken and thrown away tokens
Gratitude's choking and trust is now broken
This just in I got the bad news reporting
We got an apocalypse coming
The thunder is thumping
Were knocking on the devil's door
He answers every time we lose some more
Good men, good lives, good children, good wives
Good spoken and good trust,
Bad omens and poor rust
Into the door our lives are thrust
The devil's there to see the must
To see a land in makeshift imagination
To go along and play with our toys and creations
To bind himself to every book
The children lurched and shook
When Satan's name popped up in church
They smile and quirk
When their parents work
To save the child from the fire's perks
They know it hurts
They know what's worse
A world reversed
From patterns rehearsed
From hospital to hearse
From convex to inverse
From step one to step two
From word one that words loose
From bad choice to what lives choose
From workshop to gunshot
From foul play to lives stopped
From street corner to roof top
From bad day to guns cocked
From hearsay to fists locked
From whispers to lives mocked
From TV to shellshock
From tattoos to bad news
From eclipse to full moons
From nail bed to sharp screws
From fire pits to mold too
From decay to what hearts say
From cold nights to hot days
From inside to outside
From beach shores to high tides
From lower case to capitalized
From little kids to blind eyes
From def ears to numb ties
From dumb mouths to more lies
From broken fingers to glory singers
And from death bringers to bell ringers
From birthday to rhythm sway
From type B to type A
From bloodshot to long stays
From rock spears to D-day
From war one to war two
From you and me to me and you
From cold case to no clue
From bad times to times new
From med shots to blood clots
From medicine to hearts stopped
From test tubes to floors mopped
From baby born to time clocked



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Kbuschan said...
Jan. 1, 2011 at 4:16 pm:
i love how you started out, it was a clear idea, but i think you got to in to it and alot of it is unnessary. Just stick with the first half, i would say but overall good job :)
 
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Fayrouz This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 12, 2009 at 7:08 pm:
i have to be honest with, and don't make me out to be harsh, but I don't like this one too much. You have too many from ___ to _____. If i were you, I would take out the unnecessary ones and leave in the awesome ones. this poem should be shorter. I understand you're trying to get your point across, but if you can do it in less verses, that would be better. good job and keep writing and trying out stuff, cause that's the only way you'll write better.
 
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archon said...
Oct. 19, 2009 at 8:28 pm:
yea it's pretty straight forward haha, and no problem, thanks for asking
 
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Fangz said...
Oct. 6, 2009 at 8:24 am:
Could you explain this poem to me? A lot of poetry that I come across that looks good, I come to find out that it wasn't thought through and that most of it is good-sounding bullspit thrown on a paper. I just want to know if this is one of those cases, because this is interesting and I'd really like to know what it means.
 
archon replied...
Oct. 6, 2009 at 3:44 pm :
gladly, its virtually a poem about how much the world sicks haha. the lines themselves are pretty self explanatory. if theres any line or phrase that needs explaining ill gladly explain but as far as the poem as a whole thats pretty much it.
 
Fangz replied...
Oct. 19, 2009 at 8:17 pm :
whoa, thats it? My guess was that it was about why you love reading so much, something narrating how fantasy is so much better than real life. Its not extraordinary like i thought, but its still pretty good. thanks for explaining.
 
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