I thought this may be a good idea for the group, seeing how support told Okie that if he had any more poems, he could get a pin. But I thought it would be better, and more efficient just to have a general poetry thread. This idea was approved by Support. :)

Here's mine:

Precognition

It was a cold night,
walking along side the forrest,
no starts to guide me.
I heard a scream.
I assumed someone fell unexcpectadly,
But a few moments later,
I heard another scream,
followed by a loud thud.
I looked around.
Nothing. Nothing in sight.

A strong gust of wind threw me into the forrest.
I stumbled in far enough to hear voices.
As I continued down the path,
I saw no one.
But the voices.....................just grew louder and louder.
I tripped over what I thought was a log,
but it wasn't.
I looked back...........................It..............was me.
How could this be?
I'm still alive and this................thing was a corpse.
But it didn't lie.
Same nose, same eyes, same lips.
Same everything.

I backed away.
I tried to run,
but I fell.
Images started to form in my mind.
From my past,
to my present,
and finally, my future.
I saw these same woods.
I wasn't alone.
I was thrown into the woods, beaten and bloodied,
by someone I thought I could trust.
He pushed me into the ground,
I screamed.
But he picked me up,
turned around as if he was about to leave,
and took out a gun.
As I was about to run from the forrest,
he shot me.

Startled by this image,
I ran.
I ran all the way to my house.
Locked all my doors,
and tried to figure out what happened.
I couldn't get to sleep.
I heard three loud knocks on my door.
I opened the door to see who it was.
It was him.

Blood
by: Ashley Washer ©

Blood in, blood out,
Everything is painted with innocent blood.
It falls from the sky,
It falls from all that die.

Invisible to you and me,
Invisible to all that let it be.
It is on our walls, on our hands,
It is on every woman and man.

The blood of our children,
The blood of our friends,
The blood in a valentine,
That your uncle sends.

It is everywhere,
And no where all at once,
It is in our hearts,
And our minds,
It is in all time.

So as the blood flows,
Empty your mind,
Let your body soar,
For someday,
It will be your blood lost in time.

Hehe, theyre all nice poems :)

Keep em coming.

here's one I wrote in November entitled "Can you keep a secret?"

Can I tell you my deepest secret?
One that I don't tell anyone?
Can I trust you to not spread?
Do you understand the pain I go through everyday?
Pain that I inflict on myself?
The torment of life, of death.
The torture of hate.
Can you offer me the shoulder I need to cry upon?
Can you give me your advice?
Do you trust what I say?
Do you trust what I do?
Can I trust you?
Can I trust that you won't tell anyone my dark secret?
Can I open my life to you?
When once I do, there's no turning back?
Can you see what I put myself everyday?
One last time,
Can I trust you?

No, I can't trust you.
Don't think all those years of you torturing me can go away
Don't think I'll forgive and forget that easily.
Unfortunatley, I can't forgive easily,
Well, for those who tortured me in the past.
You would use the secret against me!
You wouldn't cease the torment,
You would enjoy it.
But, I won't give into you.
I won't tell you my secret,
because you don't need to know.
Not you, of all people.
Stay there, Beg all you want,
But all your efforts will come short,
You won't know,
amd I will stand tall.

Really enjoyed your last one Judy. :) Here's another of mine:

Hatred

Consumed with hate, I feel sorry for you
You must hate me for what I am, not who I am.
I am different. Put a label on me. I won't be mad
But I'll know the truth

Hatred is a true perversion of life. I'm glad I don't follow it
I don't hate you. Why must you hate me?
You don't know me. I could be different then you think.
Get to know me. Don't judge me by what I am.
Because that's not who I am.

Why must you keep bothering me?
I don't want anything to do with you, but you constantly harass me.
They won't help me. They don't understand. They don't know me.
But they know you.

But hatred is not a strong alliance. I will show you the true me.
You can't hold me down, I am my own ally.
I will rise up; I will show you who I am.
You will understand. It's not what I am; it's who I am.

Life isn't about what other people think. Life is about self-acceptance.
I accept myself. Have you?
Or have you hid behind the walls and just make fun of everyone?
Maybe I have taught you something, something that you didn't know.
But perhaps you didn't listen to message at all.
Hopefully, you're ignorance doesn't blind you.

Ignorance is a tool of the weak.
It's used to remain in your personal shield.
Shielded from your own emotions at times.
A strong person can resist the urge of being ignorant at times.
Are you strong?

You say you are, but I don’t believe you
I see past your lies, and see your true, ugly hate
Have you learned nothing? Have you ignored everything I’ve said?
It seems like it. Ignorance is bliss.

You threaten me with your violence;
I won’t tremble
because I know I am the stronger one.
I can get my message across without hurting anyone.
So go ahead, do your worst to me
because I know that you’re just scared.
Scared of not being accepted. Scared of being hated.

What? You’re not scared?
Then explain your behavior!
You act different when I am around you,
like I wasn’t alive.
But I can assure you, I am alive and well
There’s nothing to be afraid of.

But I still see you shake with fear.
Yet you can’t admit it.
You are scared of people who are different than you
you try to be the same as everybody else
Generic fool.
You want to be different, but yet you are scared to,
and wish to take it out on me.
You wish to torture me, until I am either dead, or become a generic fool like you.
I can tell you one thing,
I’d rather be dead than a generic fool.

Even in death I haunt you.
You think about me every day.
I torture you, as you tortured me.
I will show you, what you need to see.
Doing so, I will change you,
for the better, of course.

I’ll show you being different is better than being a generic fool.
Life isn’t worth living if you can’t accept yourself.
And I see it in your eyes,
you know you are different.
You know that I am right.
You were scared.
But look deep upon yourself;
you know in your heart,
that you are different.

Alas, you’ve come so far.
You now understand what I’ve been trying to teach you.
You are strong, indeed.
You’ve shattered the chains of being ignorance.
And now,
you’ve overcome your fear of being different.
You are no longer, a generic fool.