You know how sometimes you just have random poetic lines, and you want somewhere to share them? Well, this is the place... the rest is self explanitory :)

I like pizza with
Green peppers and black olives.
Pizza is better
With some bread sticks and lots of
marinara sauce.

Something else I like
is rippled potato chips
with a big thing of
Sour cream and onion dip.

Can you tell that I
had the munchies really bad
when I wrote these words?

Sylestia
A wonderful game
To play when you're bored
Or otherwise
Soon you'll get addicted
Festival after festival
Wanting to play
Every day
Whenever you can

Fire
Fire.
Blazing, burning bright
Keeping you warm at night
Warm and beautiful
Burns on through tough times
Shows you the way
Keeps your spirit alive
Fire.

Anger
Anger.
It keeps hatred alive
Anger.
It consumes you
Anger.
You never really stop being angry
Anger.
The symptom of grief
The symptom of pain
The symptom of stress
Anger is dangerous
Anger is harmful
But everyone gets angry

Tears
I cry
Everyone does
But I cry alone
My heart
Shattered
My life
Barren
And I
I did it
To
Myself
I did it
To myself
Foolishly
I broke
My own heart
And I
Didn't even know it
I cry alone
But sylestia comforts
Me
But
Even though I want it
Sylestia isn't real
And I talk to strangers
In a way, better than my family
A virtual place
Where I feel different
I feel safe
But they're not really there
Even though I want them to be
And so I still cry alone
And I am alone
But I always remember
Sylestia and it
Gives me a reason
To live

Yawn
Yawn
Falling, slipping
Into a deep hole
A hole of sleep
Yawn
Waking up
Into the morning air
Yawn

Crap poem, took five minutes

Pitt:

My dream has been shattered.
I was always lying to myself.
I am not great.
I am not special.
I can't get any better.
I pity the fool, and that fool is me.
I was tricked.
I was deceived.
My heart bleeds for the dream I always thought would come true.
But now I face the true darkness.
Alone.
Afraid.
Aware.
I pity all of you above anything else.
Your foolish smiles.
Your pride and joy.
Your love and friendships.
They're lies.
All of them.
But no one can believe that, but me.
Because I know.
Because I saw.
I saw.

Not sure if this counts as a poem... But it was in one of my dreams...

Tick, tock, broken clock.
Time is counting down!
What will you do?
When your time is out?

Tick, tock, broken clock.
Time is running out!
What can you do?
Before time is out?

Tick, tock, broken clock.
Time is almost out!
What will you do?
When your time is out?

Tick, tock, broken clock.
Time has all run out!
What can you do?
Now that time is out?

It's kind of creepy, but even creepier when you know the dream was a labyrinth with timers everywhere.

Instead of making another post, I'm just going to edit this one.

Where white water meets the white tree,
A little bear came to me,
And to me she said,
"In this place there is no Color,
There is no yellow, blue, or red.
Dont you ever wonder?
Why it looks so dead?"

And to the bear I spoke,
"Well, little bear, look at the Oak.
The Oak is old and wise.
Maybe you can ask him the reason."
The little bear asks and sighs.
The Oak tells of the current season,
With knowledge in his eyes

"Many days have I seen come and go,
And only I am left to know,
To know why the Color has left.
Color has left because of Winter.
They both have a promise to be kept.
When one leaves the other will enter.
Now, little bear, it's best you slept."

I really don't know why I wrote this. I was just writing off the top of my head and I just went along with it. So it's probably pretty bad XD

I'll try this.....

Night of the Birds

In the darkness, creeping slowly
as you walk, you might feel very lonely,
But in the truth you are not,
and as you realize, you get very hot,
Hot, steamy breaths come down you neck,
And to your feet, a small peck.

Firey birds of the night, through thick and through thin,
always pecking at your skin.
Time for you is running out,
as you scream and as you shout,

Firey birds of the night,
will aways give you a fright.
You should have ran and hid and hide,
for now they'll give you quite a surprize!

When the pain is over,
they take what is left over,
and with a magic and and hope,
into the ground your bones poke,
and in their palce, a tree grows.
Why? No one knows,
but, it is said that when the times comes,
all the demons will run.
They will flee in fear,
while we in joy cheer.

The firey birds of night,
they never wanted to just bite.
They are our guardians, out protectiors,
and we can thank them when the trees of human bones grow.

I know, the end doesn't rhyme, but I couldn't come up with anything. Hope you like it, though.

Lights in the darkness

A candle upon a hill
Burns in the dark so still
For all to see, it shines its light
Keep walking through the night.
You will find it
A single candle that has been lit.