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I've written some poetry that wanted to post about a week ago but my mind wasn't up to the task. Now that it is hopefully i can type them all up :D

This poem was kind of a rebellious act towards the analysis of poetry. I got sick of ripping apart artwork and trying to understand the meaning when in fact every opinion interpreted could be correct. There's not point to that, so i wrote this poem and read it to the class and everybody clapped loudly for me and agreed. it was nice, but this is by far the most repetitious poem I've ever written.

Over Analyze This!

I write, I write

it comes to me so naturally

I write, I write

it speaks to me so fluently

so why, so why

do we pick apart

so why, so why

that beautiful art

you see, you see

there is no greater meaning

you see, you see

it's only what your feeling

oh how, oh how

can we be so insensitive

oh how, oh how

can humans be so tentative

to take, to take

ways of literature so fine

to take, to take

and destroy by crossing the line

you can't, you can't

see the natural beauty

you can't, you can't

you must read so loosely

to find, to find

the real purpose of a poem

to find, to find

isn't this curriculum

The purpose, the purpose

is what you per sieve at first glance

the purpose, the purpose

not what you guess each and every chance

it is,it is

only what your feeling.

Wrote this in class while questioning the idea of man compared to god.

The Horror of Purpose

Why would god create death? If god had a personality then what is the purpose of us?

To have all power

to create with no desire

inseparable the thought of him

He who cares all

watches as each on of us fall

Define Justice

The one who hears our thoughts

the battles we've lost

what is the purpose?

To believe is to relieve our minds of responsibility

We know too much, for we cloud our minds

The fear will over come us, we will find

"God", we'eve named our secret accomplishments

The wishes that have come true

That is why we fear ourselves like we do

We are gods, to conceited to think it was us

Deep down, we know

For we'eve created it all, and all one day we will show.

Wrote this yesterday cause i got bored and thought about how life is so long but can be easily taken away.

Slick Isle and smug faces

Nail files and bullet cases

you watch as the bullet enters your skull

I watch as it hits me in full

what I've done only half of you can see

so please, try, try to believe me

you had crossed a line nobody could see

If I didn't act fast it would have been me.

Your knees hit the ground, looking at the sky,

arms limp to his side, I didn't want him to die.

Face to the floor, A reflection of me.

Frozen at my core, no only pity

In shock, I holster the realization

Mind locked, stuck with the image

Calling for back up i say, " we've got two dead"

my brain thinking on the walls

my body stiff as it falls

Goodbye.