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Old November 2nd, 2011 (8:44 PM). Edited January 1st, 2012 by Snivy063.
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    Hello there, I'm Teezee, and you have stumbled into my modest little poetry thread. I don't take poetry that seriously, I write because I do think that this is the only way in which I could write down what I'm feeling, and what I'm thinking, so don't expect too much from my works, but anyway. I do hope that you guys are gonna enjoy reading, criticisms are also welcomed with open arms. :)

    SUMMARY:
    BLESS YOUR SOUL
    GRANDFATHER'S LETTER
    BROKEN WINDOWS
    BIG LOVE
    I'LL NEVER BE YOU
    RESPONSIBLE
    CHANGE
    BURN
    TIME STILL TICKS ON
    KUREN (HAIKU)
    ALIVE
    MESS OF A MAN
    DEJA-VU
    UNTITLED
    A FEELING?
    HAIKU 2


    Spoiler:

    BLESS YOUR SOUL

    Phony as a paper doll
    Who takes the mold
    Of its creators’ hands
    And bends with the wind.

    You adapt yourself
    To the current environment
    While you leave your brain
    A thousand miles behind.

    Nothing you say is authentic
    And your defenses are laughable.

    You claim to be freethinking
    Yet you recycle old thoughts.

    Bless your soul
    For being so green.

    Bless your soul
    For being the Messiah
    Of your own fake world.


    Aand another one! I just felt inspired when I watched a documentary film about a grandfather's love for his grandchildren.
    Spoiler:

    In this moment,
    so divine.
    In this light,
    I lose my mind.

    Standing here, you watch over me,
    While my sight fades to ebony.
    And tomorrow I shall not see,
    but right now is all I need.

    In this hour I am broken,
    but in the next I am restored.
    As the song birds softly chyme,
    I'll stand at Heaven's door.

    Just lay me down sweetly,
    in my favorite blue jeans.
    And in the frigid twilight,
    I'll greet you in your dreams.

    I now close my eyes,
    and exhale my final breath.
    Please son, just remember,
    that love doesn't end with death.


    This wasn't intended to be a poem, it was a song. I've removed some of the parts to make it's structure look like a poem, so basically that's the whole story behind it.
    Spoiler:

    BROKEN WINDOWS

    My tears are falling.
    Doors are locked up.
    Do you suffer as I do?
    I am bleeding.
    Can you feel it?
    The silence in my heart.

    Clock is ticking.
    I am wasting.
    All of my time in this room.
    I am severing.
    Can you feel it?
    This pain in my heart.

    Staring in my broken window.
    Skies are crying.
    Never ending.
    Trees falls down as I did.
    Can I stand up?
    Like I used to?
    And forget what we've been through?

    I can feel the gust of wind.
    Deep inside my soul.
    Breaking glasses and dishes.
    These feelings within me.
    The grounds are rising.
    Should I wake up?
    This heart that had been in sleep.
    Should I open?
    These eyes that had been blind.

    I'll be fixing this window.
    Until this story ends.
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