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The papers are signed, and a handshake makes final.
I turn slowly back to what was taken from me.
A friend and my comfort, the arms where I shivered.
When cold winds came out from the sea.

A lad at the time, when my father had sold her,
Just to drink for a time and forget of his shame.
He drank to his death, till his crimes were forgiven.
Lost too much to escape the blame.

For a time growing up, I thought of returning.
And to pry from the years what I had left behind,
But life pulled me far, for the times knew no kindness.
And I worried for what I might find.

Dulling with the times, while my memories faded.
The connection we had was too frayed now to save.
What once was my world, is now just a shadow.
If only I'd become more brave.

A dream in the night, I drove hundreds of miles.
I remembered again what it meant to be young.
Embrace all the hardships, and learn from time's passing.
To not ignore what once we clung.

Arrived in the morning, a day late to see her.
What's left to be seen were but her secrets lain bare.
With nails and a purpose, they built her from nothing
What I loved was no longer there.

I turn once again, and return to my anger.
Ignored it for years, now is my unending scorn.
They took her away, and rebuilt it for others.
Tis a loss that only I mourn.


Spoiler: Author's Notes
A poem that has 2 meanings.
Most people who read it think it's about slavery, and that's what I wanted the initial belief to be.
But my message is about a boy who loses his childhood home

Inspired by an apartment complex I used to live in that was demolished.
A childhood lost in an instant.

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Hey I appreciate the authors insights, makes me kick myself when I see how obvious your meaning was.
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Heart of a Star


There's a girl in the street, That no one stops to greet.
And she chases me through the snow
All the world to her back, And her eyes kind and black
But like two stars how they did glow.
Her voice made no sound, she left no prints on the ground
But I knew the warmth of her hold.
As she walks at my side, with a feeling of pride.
We pressed onward through the night's cold.
Yes we walked feeling sure, that the snow made us pure.
And dawn a promise of healing.
Yet I walked feeling numb, there's no warmth in what comes.
Still I walked forward unfeeling.
voices muffled by snow, but how could I know,
That the voice was you calling me?
Was a star back in those days, before my light greyed
Not too dim that you couldn't see
What once was kind is cold, what once was bright now old.
For the storm takes all our light away.
The woman walks in the snow, for only she knows.
Inside the man is bright as day.
And as I lie down in the snow,
Ever warmer is your hold.
Not like the tales that we were told,
When pages begin to mold,
For stories never end in death.
When I took my final breath
I knew my star would shimmer on.
Even when my echos gone.
And as I walked into the light
Heart of a Star burning bright.
Knew this pain was no longer mine.
To be a star yet fail to shine.


Spoiler: Author's Notes
I wrote this poem back in 2011, I wrote this poem as my magnum opus, one last poem before I killed myself. Back then I wanted my poetry to be epic, long and telling a story.
In re-writing this, I cut a little out, and even changed the stanza structure. (so if some of the wording looks weird blame past DoMaya)
I couldn't bear to change the conclusion however, I read this poem in an open mic night and cried then reading that part.
It impacted me so much to share myself in public.
Do I still consider it my best?
No, but it's still one of my favorites.

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Woooft super ambivalent feelings in this one. Really pulling me from heartwarming to something quite profound and sombre.

Not checked out the authors notes yet, want to reflect on it a bit more.
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So for life it is said that there's not much more,
But to live and to feed and to eat what's left.
If that's true maybe then there's a lesson for;
Those like me who just want to be left alone.

Not quite here but still there when you speak to me
Of a place that you'd claim was your one true home.
Not for you vengeful one will peace come to thee,
Not welcome are your kind nor are those you teach.

Rending wings from the birds will not help us fly,
Neither will making flight a thing to be shamed.
Celebrate those who lift you to meet the sky
Demonize only those who would seek your fall.

So with life it is just a slight afterthought,
To honor what old pains have made possible.
But instead we speak only of battles fought,
Seen from eyes that were not of those from their age.

So to those who would seek to feed off their pain;
Outstretched arms should not point to those unwelcome.
Even now those who eat seek to start their reign,
On a throne of conceit towards self righteous hate.

With your spite and your "truths" all others must cease
Seek no words yours are bound to what you are now;
Justified champion of our hatred's peace
Justified suicide of the human race.


Spoiler: Author's Notes
I had severe writers block up until writing this poem.
I was so frustrated with it and all the stupid stuff I talk with family/friends/workers about.
So many people justifying their hatred of other people.
Identity politics is a societal cancer, no one can be objective.

Each stanza represents something different, which is why it may seem a bit disjointed.

The first one is about the speaker not wanting to be a part of the "Feeder/Eater" society, so many people telling you what to feel or what to think.

The second is of the person explaining their "Ideal world" to someone, and that person saying "Oh, that's the world I'm going to make." Not realizing their spite is just keeping us all down.

The third one is about people who point at the rich/successful, the "privileged". They would rather hurt another person over helping those who need it.

The fourth stanza is about people who keep pointing at history "Oh look at what happened to my ANCESTORS!" The line "Seen from eyes that were not of those from their age." is referring to people who don't understand that all the sides can't be seen until enough time has passed, and they judge the actions of the past by today's knowledge/standards.

The fifth is about the Feeders, the people who spread their hate for the Eaters to swallow. Someone trying to help people should not be the same person accusing people.

The Sixth is about how no one will listen to anyone else except those that agree with them, not realizing their brainwashed mentality is leading ruin.
The greatest atrocities in history were justified by their leaders, for nationalism, or to appease their deities.
What kind of world do we live in where we justify hatred in the name of love?

This poem is the only one I have ever written out of anger and frustration, and it hope it's the last I ever will.



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Getting a real theme of hatred and prejudice from this one.

I like how every last line of a verse ends so jarringly by breaking rhyme. Really let's it sink in and have impact.
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Just pointing out that I added author's notes to the new poem.
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Now I have found my midnight town
Where I can spend my sleepless hours.
It's found so near, and held so dear
I'm glad to call it ours.

Now I'm found in this midnight town
Where hours pass in midnight showers
It's gone so long where sleepless thronged
We've took it all, it's ours.

From pallid sheen of moonlight's dial
Where giants hide from Dreamer's power
I hunt and thrive, I am alive
In what we claim is ours

These crooked minds breed midnight's shame
For the dreamer's locked in his tower.
This Lucid fear, a tainted Seer
And to my shame, it's ours.

With all we've built and all we've made
To you alone I leave this dower.
Petty and small, given you all;
All that was once, ours.



Spoiler: Author's Notes
This poem's structure is salvaged from one of my earliest poems, the original was about how pursuing your own goals sometimes meant leaving other people behind, or even stopping other people from succeeding, "Dreams are only like a tower, built so high that giants cower, all those broken and betrodden will be silenced or forgotten"
This poem however is about letting someone into your life who changes what you find important. Everything your held onto was changed by someone close, is that abuse? Or maybe they saved you from a toxic lifestyle?

Inspired by a desire to improve.



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This is beautiful, Saile. I'm gonna keep an eye on this thread.
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I was a gentle wind,
When wronged the kind never rescind.
But for a moment it past,
Felt my kindness would never last.

Flashed and the feeling fled
Like how our blue skies turn to red.
It's only natural to feel,
To be kind is not to be steel.

Life can bring out it's worst
If I fell I'd not be the first
Succumb to the life I'm in
But that's a curse of lesser men.


I wrote for kings and queens,
I drafted words that all have seen.
In their eyes I was made grand,
Taught to all who would understand.

When asked of all my peers
T'was I who had calmed all their fears.
They're waiting for me to speak.
To give might to those who were meek.

Kindness was all I shared
Maybe I was all who dared
To understand what's within
But that's the curse of lesser men


I preached all that I knew
Every day it was something new
To be one among my flock
Is to be diamonds among rocks

Go now and spread my word,
Yes make my thoughts all to be heard.
Flood these truths to fragile minds.
To be as me is to be kind.

Quell those who would oppose
For what is best only I know
Their words cast only a din
They are the curse of lesser men


Seeking out the vile few;
Those who dare oppose The Kind's view.
Our world cannot be whole.
While it's plagued by unkind souls.

Within years we will build
A world that is justly filled;
By all you as me are kind,
While we are one in the same mind.

To those who brought me here
I have become what I most feared
Became what I knew was Sin
But that's a curse to lesser men.



Spoiler: Author's Notes
This poem was a long time coming, I hadn't made such a long poem for a while.
A unique one in structure, and topic.

The original structure was a slightly different, and the original theme was a bit darker.

The original poem was about a good person seeking revenge on someone who wronged them

"Bound no more by my valor
Find revenge in my last hour
All my hate I hid from view,
You'll find it raining down on you
Became what I knew was sin
But that's a curse to lesser men."


THIS poem however is about someone who wants to be a good person, and others see that in them.
Their message of kindness becomes bastardized the more the person realizes that people will listen, AND obey.
They ultimately become like a cult, ensuring that only "The Kind" is heard.
Notice that each time "Curse" is used it's in a different context.

"But that's a curse of lesser men."
Meaning that only lesser, inferior people have this problem, not "The Kind"

"But that's the curse of lesser men"
Only "The Kind" is good, knowing that you aren't "The Kind" means you are lesser, The implication being that EVERYONE is lesser, unless they are "Kind"

"They are the curse of lesser men"
THEY are our curse, we need to fix them, remove them."

"But that's a curse to lesser men"
Being a good person meant that "The Kind" was always inferior, it wasn't until they embraced what they KNEW was wrong that they were greater than everyone else.

Also, every rhyme made with "Men" is a half rhyme.

Inspired by a discussion I had with my younger brother, I pondered on how much better the world would be if everyone tried as hard as me to be a good person.



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I thought I left you somewhere far,
A place where you could never mar;
All of what I've gathered now
But still I find you here somehow.

I caught you during sleep's onset.
Of all the things I can't forget;
Why are you what pains me so?
What need I do to make you go?

Has time itself sought to bring change
In one with peace I thought estrange;
From mem'ry and all my thoughts
Still on the edge your face is caught

Faded from misuse and age,
Your name still holds my cherished page;
On the tale long sought to seal,
But maybe that's how people heal.



Spoiler: Author's Notes
Another poem built from scraps of unfinished works, this one took from the most complete of my unfinished poems
The original was:
I thought of you briefly, as I lied here in bed.
The life I had traded for the path I now tread.
I pondered in darkness, what has time changed in you?
Still the one I recall or perhaps someone new?

Whats faded from misuse, now wells in my mind.
A lake of my echoes that were long left behind.
It's flooding and pooling, both my thoughts and my eyes.
I'm still foolishly bound by unbreakable ties.

It was going to be another Echo Poem, only, this one wasn't going to be about the same person my original 4 were.
I was having a hard time sleeping, and started thinking about random things.
For some reason or another, I started thinking about my biological Father.
I haven't seen my father in almost 10 years, even in typing this I still don't know where he is.
He could be dead for all I know, and no one would tell me.
I am his only child, (as far as I know) does he think of me at all?

Sleep eluded me that entire night.

The NEW poem however, is about getting over obsession.
The first three stanzas are supposed to seem antagonistic, the person is actively fighting remembering the object of their obsession.
On ending however, it reveals that the person does indeed still love the other, and accepting that is part of getting over them.

The original was inspired by time seasoned guilt.
The revised poem was inspired by a desire to improve.

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