Here is poetry from my very heart and soul...:

Life...
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Life begins with the atoms of nothingness gaining intellignece and knowledge...

Atoms form into life and breathe the first breath of life...

Life evolves into animals, and mankind is born...

Though mankind grows with intelligence it seeks to preserve itslef...

In doing so it destroys life to preserve itself...

Nature angered by the destruction of life fights to rid itself of mankind...

Life begins and then ends...

What will happen when there is no more life...?

The black abyss of death consumes all and pulling all into it's dark depths...

River of blood...

Water the essence of life without we cannot live,
It comes in the forms of oceans, waterfalls, and lakes,
But there is another form of water,
A river a flow of water passing from one side of the world to the other,
Many have been discovered,
But there is a another river hidden,
It is a river of blood,
How did this river come to be?
When did it appear?
This river is a river filled with pain, agony, sorrow, and hatred,
This river came to be with man itself,
Pain caused the route for the river to take,
Agony formed the trench,
Sorrow filled it,
And hatred made it run,
As long as one being hunts another and as long as these things stay,
The river of blood shall flow forevermore,
Is there a way to stop the river...?
Or will Death the rivers greatest ally, preserve the river...?
Fickle is the future and a slight tip can destroy or preserve it...

Light...

Light oh so precious,
Light is divine,
Light is beautiful,
Light is everything,
Light is hope,
Light is life,
Light is gold,
But darkness comes in to swallow light...
Will you preserve the light or fall to darkness...?
That is your choice alone...

Yeah that first poem is scientifically incorrect. Yeah...Just thought I would mention that little tidbit. And also, they lacks a bit in creativity as in I have seen poems almost exactly like thouse ones. Yeah...Im not really trying to insult but those aren't that good. Yeah...and stuff...

Just pointing out flaws....This is a poetry board you know and constructive critisisim is allowed...Just pointing out flaws.

The First...

I was the first and I am the greater,
Nothing can harm me for I am the first,
My choices are never wrong and my answers are never wrong,
I know more than the next and the last for I was the first,
I've been here longer cause I was the first.
I need few attachments for I was the first,
There's nothing anyone can do to change me,
I'm the first and I'm the greater there's nothing wrong that I can say,
For I am the first and I want respect...
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The Next...

I am next and I am the balance,
You can push but you cannot shove for I am the next,
Who do I follow the first or the last,
I know more than the last but less than the first,
I've been here longer then the last but shorter than the first,
I need more attachments than the first and but less than the last,
There's little anyone can do to change me,
I am the next therefore I am the balance and I have to follow some,
For I am the next and I want guidance...

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The Last...

I am last and I am the lesser,
I am weak and I fall for I am the last,
I know nothing for I am the last,
I've been here the shortest for I am the first and the newest,
I need someone to be there for me,
There's a lot that people can do to change me,
I am the last therefore I am the eager and I am ready to follow,
For I am the last and I want everything...

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The Forgotten...

I am the forgotten and I am the lost,
I am neither weak nor am I strong for I am the forgotten,
I know everything for I am the forgotten,
I've been here as long as them all,
I need some attachments,
I cannot be changed for I am not there,
I am the forgotten therefore I want to follow noone,
For I am the forgotten and I want to be remembered...

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The Interludes...


We are the interludes and we decide the fates of the first, the next, the last, and the forgotten,
The first shall suffer for his arrogance,
The next will suffer for his imcompotence,
The last will suffer for his greed,
The forgotten will suffer for not trying,
But without pain comes rewards,
The first shall recive an unconquerable spirit that will shake even the greatest,
The next will recive kindness to soften the hardest of hearts,
The last will recive wisdom to pass to others and to prosper from,
And the forgotten will be remembered for all eternity,
We decide these because we are the interludes,
And our judgement is final...

The heart…

A marvelous thing it is,
A nothing more than a field for seeds to plant,
What makes it so magnificent is,
It can be planted with more than one seed,
They all can take root and grow,
But which one will have the deepest roots,
Which one will grow the biggest of them all?
Will it be hatred, anger, jealousy, or greed?
Or perhaps it will be happiness, love, care, or respect?
Anger, creates more anger and cannot be uprooted,
Hatred, a strong thing indeed being the weed it is,
Jealousy, has its limits and can be rid of by one of great strength,
Greed, something that’s in every field always growing,
Whether stronger or weaker that is unknown,
Happiness, a powerful thing indeed that can grow into a strong tree,
Love, a frail thing that can be cut and then grown again,
Care, a tender thing that works in harmony with love,
Respect, the power to show that you care and understand,
What seeds will fill your field?
For that is all that it is…
A field is all that the heart is…
May light destroy the darkness…

Escape…

I am free with no cares in the world,
No bounds, no restrictions, nothing holding me down,
Time passes like a never-ending river,
Always going forward never backward,
The sun & the moon rising & falling,
As time passes by so does the freedom,
And comes the bindings and the restrictions,
It picks me up and tosses me in a cage,
The bars stopping me from ever leaving,
The senses dull with time,
Everything has left me,
Scattered onto the winds like leaves in fall,
Time passes on forward never stopping for anything,
As one-thing burns in my mind ‘Freedom…,’
My strength grows and stays,
My resolve never wavers,
The bars grown thin and weak,
I grab them to break free once again,
Everything is back now,
For now, I am free and at peace…
Now and forevermore…