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I don't know if this is considered a poem or what. I just kinda wrote it. It has a style... I don't know what it is though. I wrote it about a guy I really really liked. I was in Hawaii when I wrote it and it was on the porch at like one in the morning.

"When You're Sleeping"
While I'm writing this I know that you're somewhere else sleeping peacefully. I can almost hear your quiet breathing and see your chest rise and fall gently. I'm glad you're sleeping, not even thinking about anything. I'm happy that you can't see the pain that you're putting me through... you care so much and I know you'd feel awful. But don't feel bad, I brought it upon myself by falling for you. When you're sleeping, I know you're under the same blanket of stars as me. When a cold breeze comes, I know that you are warm in your bed. I only want the best for you, I only want you to be happy. But even though that sounds so selfless, don't smile just yet. I'm so selfish because I want you so bad. When you're sleeping, you don't have to feel any pain, but if you were awake, I'd take all your pain and carry it myself. You have no idea how I feel about you, because you are sleeping. I love you. I love you when you're awake, and I love you when you're sleeping. Nothing you do will ever change that. But I have to go now, because you'll be waking up soon.

That one's pretty ****ty... I normally write a lot better.

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Colt45420

Ohhh here's another one I just found. This one's depressing but I thought it was pretty decent.

Trying to grasp inspiration,
looking to the stars.
Beyond the stars.
I'm reaching out...
But I can't hold on.
It aches my back,
the painful sorrow that's come upon me.
My eyes sting,
to see the past go by so quickly.
Cold and dark future before me.
Lost in an ocean of confusion,
memories far beyond the sky.
Footsteps grow weary,
along the never ending journey.
Why do I go on when I know there's nothing at the end?
Nothing except shattered pain.
I would rather stay in the dark,
than show myself in the light.
Because no one would see me anyway...

imported_digitalxtremist

says hot metal as it bends
stubborn raw material
not knowing it transcends
dirty earthen mineral
becomes art as insight blends
with a surrendered will
made spirit life which never ends
from temporal to eternal
independent to a lover who depends
on the creator of real
only physical ends when death descends
then everlasting spiritual

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// Digital Extremist