Who am I?

CaptureThe world is a cruel place
but it doesn’t have to be ugly
we wait for so long
for me it felt like eternity

I am the shadow of the man I was
needless to say you had your way
I exist for a reason
that reason you so desperately took away

I am born in this world anew
from your despair I rise again
for only when the moonlight shines
the flowers begin to bloom

Oh no, you are not!
I will return for I truly am
You have no place in this world
there is no “we”

One can deny but one cannot run
the face of the coin is one with its tail
and though the antelope tries to struggle
the lion will always claim its carcass

When a clam opens itself
its pearls and soft insides are taken
a clam closed shut
deemed almost nonexistent

My time may be short but it is a fact of life
I am you and you are I
It is just a matter of perspective
and yours is filled with lies

I will reclaim what is truly mine
though dazed and dazzled with your atrocities
I am the original
no fake can stop me

Even if the fortnight is barren of hope
I will press forward
this is what you would have wanted
might I say otherwise?

Then go, you’ve stayed for long enough
I’d offer my thanks but I guess its needed not

Then your thanks I receive, as sarcastic as it may be
But I hate to say that you’re right, my exodus you shall see

Begone and never return

You need not say so.

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Three Things About Communication

Heya! First of all, to all my readers, I’m so sorry for the VERRRRRY long time that I wasn’t able to post. I was kind of busy with pretty much everything else in life hahaha. Anyway, since I still AM busy, allow me to present to you a poem made by an underclassmen and is also a good friend of mine.

Number one
communication is Vital
You can’t be perfect after one recital
It takes practice and mostly a lot of time
Especially if you’re trying to sound sublime

Every nation has a language
If they didn’t they would be in a disadvantage
Dialogue builds great
nations of great
For example in history, big talkers became weavers of fate
Lincoln started out in speeches of politics
As Shakespeare was great in dialogued poetics

Number two
communication is the key
The key to better bonds and understanding
A secret spice that makes everything exciting
It is the bridge that connects us all as one
It is beautiful just as it is fun

We can make words, phrases and even sentences in paragraphs
That conveys man’s ideas and feelings better than pictographs
You can add a beat and even a theme
Which sounds harder that it seems
For communication is key
To make living as fun as it could possibly be

Number three
Communication is a treasure
For all living things
As the bird sings
And the soothing hum of a humming bird
and the joy it brings

As simple as two friends talking
as one is giving and the other receiving
Marvelous!!
I think as I admire such a beautiful thing
Truly, not only for man,
communication is a gift for all that live
As long as it is used with a good motive

Basically, communication is as wonderful and spectacular
as anything can ever hope to be!!

-Blight

The Suicide Forest

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There’s a reason I won’t go to Aokigahara,

Not just ‘cause it’s creepy, not just ‘cause it’s dark;

There are twisty twined trees, there are weeds and neglect,

But worse than all that is the “mocking” effect.

As you walk the park paths, you’ll hear a faint echo –

Footfalls – your own? – in that dim and grim ghetto,

Coming closer and closer as if someone’s there…

You whirl and see no one, just fog on the air.

So you whistle – it whistles. You cough – and it coughs.

Then from murky mists a gray shadow breaks off.

It’s your height and your size and your very same shape,

And then it’s upon you, no time to escape!

You suck in cold air, and then – poof – it moves through you.

You laugh at yourself – a shadow can’t chew you!

But you turn and see someone who’s walking away,

This person – your double! – you glimpse with dismay.

They continue their strolling on down the park trail,

While you melt into mist, a fog of gray veil.

And that’s why I won’t go back to Aokigahara –

I like being you.

I hope you like the dark.

Ticktock Says the Clock

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Time goes too fast
though I am a part of it
in its inevitable movement
it swallows me in the night

Relics of the past seem ages ago
fragments of the future feels like the present
no moment is captured in  perfect still
like a canoe desperately trying to row in hills of waves

Parts of me are carried on
parts of me are left behind
am I still me?
or am I a byproduct of time?

The span of time is eternal
it has existed before we even knew about it
therefore no one can go against it
in the face of time we are only ephemeral

All I wanted is to be free
unbound by all laws and decrees
time has given birth to me
I wonder when will it take me back
back to the nothing that I was

The Cold Embrace

When I touch my heart

where no other soul can reach

I see a silhouette

diving into the abyss

 

My surroundings get darker

As I go deeper and deeper

My body begins to detest

the longing shadow knows no rest

 

I start to feel numb

my fingertips deaden

I succumb to the cold

and my eyesight darkens

 

As I embrace the dusk

a voice in me whispers:

fall into the shadows of despair,

and begone

 

The Puppeteer

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Strings of white run down

into figures, comical like clowns

Faces white as ivory

emotionless, dancing into the melody

 

Only to the audience I smile

Only to th audience I act

Only to the audience I let go

 

For once I thought I was real

A memory etched in my heart

all those images I have seen

are they unreal

 

As far as I remember

I have been tricked

over and over and over

about a life that was never mine

 

“Relax”, he says

let your arms flow

let your legs fall

let your head down

Just as you have always done

My Dream, My Nightmare

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Walking down the path of an infinite life
With honest words, one marches with delight
For the grace has saved us
In this road we continue to fight for
Fight for the life lived until we die

A thousand words said, none are heard
Thinking about being free like a bird
True freedom we seek is within our grasp
Blindness is what only sets us back

The moment we let the river flow
Is where all things will come to close
The life you’ve loved from the day it began
All will return from the ash in the ground

Why haven’t you realized yet
This is but a dream,
A dream worth living?
A dream worth dying for?
A dream you’ve been made a fool of

My Dream, My Nightmare

Walking down the path of an infinite life
With honest words, one marches with delight
For the grace has saved us
In this road we continue to fight for
Fight for the life lived until we die

A thousand words said none heard
Thinking about being free like a bird
True freedom we seek is within our grasp
Blindness is what sets us back

The moment we let the river flow
Is where all will come to close
The life you’ve loved from the day it began
All will return from the ash in the sand

Why haven’t you realized yet
This is but a dream,
A dream worth living?
A dream worth dying for?
A dream you’ve been made a fool of

P.S.
Hi guys, I’m currently  trying to improve my sense of poetry. As you can see, my poetry is probably below mediocre. (tbh, I think it’s bad) So I’m open for suggestions if you have any to improve my poetry. Just don’t be too harsh, many thanks 🙂

Water

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Water, the source of life
from it, we all began
from it, we will return
from it forever we will be

It is water
it is vital
to flow and be free
from the bottle that contains us

That is why one must drink
drink from ones mistakes
and turn them into good
drink from ones past
and turn them into present

Just drink water
for it will give you life
the life you took for granted
the life you will someday let go

Now I drink again, and again, and again
to keep living, living a life I have not lived
and to live until tomorrow
with no purpose nor an aim

From this sip of water
I shall create a new world
for me to live alone
to my hearts content

Water for my heart
water for my mind
water for my body
water for my life

I will break free from this bottle
to be water again I will
and to be water we all will
that is the fate of all mankind

P.S
This is my first attempt at making a legit poem (i don’t even know if it’s legit) so please don’t hate, if you think I can improve my sense of poetry (which I hope it would), don’t be afraid to comment your suggestions. Many thanks.