More poetry for final project

Note Collection





All there is to life



Is a collection of notes



Many sour, many sweet.







All they do is bow



For our arrangement



Like a river's flow



For tools are they



But we are not.







A craftsman attempt to



Perfect the craft may fail



But as it does a new thing is learned



And new notes are made for the arrangment.







Every failed poem and story



A new note is made



For out of all things bad come many



Things good.











New Poem:
At a Bay






Nonsense may they say



While your at a bay



To be thrown amongst the Fray



And onto a tray.







Sense does it lay



Upon the sun's ray



And upon the end of day



Shall it bloom in May.







Not every kiss begins with KAY's



For those who have pay



Are still led astray



And have no way.







There's no more hay



In the alley



That's what they say



On their display.







But it makes no sense.

Life Unknown/Upon a Pale Horse (project poems)

Life Unknown:

Life unknown
On the run
Because it ain't no fun
At home.

Trying for the goal
But it can't make it
It can't even have arm pits
It's that ugly.

It neither run afoal
Or on a proper path
No where near the wrath
Does it frolick.

Life unknown
On the run
Because it ain't no fun
At home.

To be on the road
Never near a lick
Running from the tick
Is the life of the journey.

Life unknown
On the run
Because it ain't no fun
At home.

The path to ruin
Is short and sweet
But it'll kill your feet
And that's how we get there.

Life unknown
On the run
Because it ain't no fun
At home.

Life is hard
We know
But we won't bow
To your hardships.

Life unknown
On the run
Because it ain't no fun
At home.

Upon a Pale Horse:

And there was a man
Who was shrouded
In the Darkness.

Upon a pale horse
Did he ride.
And once he entered
He never left.

With him came pain
And agony from
Those long
Forgotten souls.

His anger was known
Cross the land.
He walked alone at night
And rode on fields
Of yellow grass.

He knew the heaviest
Sound was that of Silence.
He forced so many
To that sound
As those they once knew
Left for ever more.

He was no God of Neon or
Prophet of his
Masters.

Upon a pale horse
Did he ride.
With him came Agony
And Destruction.

And he was a man
Whom was shrouded
In the Darkness.

Project proposal

A series of poems with an over arching theme, either tightly or loosely.

Battle of Mind

"You know you want to" said the face in the mirror but no matter what I could say or do I knew, I knew how true it was. "Look brother, your life has been a lie. Now you can get back at those who lied. You have no family, we're family" and at that point I became enraged and I smashed the mirror and then a uncontrollable domino chain started and the rage that built up inside of me burst. I headed into the next room and flicked my wrist as one of the other me's minions neck snapped back and the rest passed like a dream. I was suddenly pushed back as the creature possesed me. Slowly he slit each and everyone of there's throat and slowly he drank it as I felt the blood touch my tounge and descend down my throat. But it wasn't me controlling nor was it me tasting. It controlled me and it tasted the blood. It took about five minutes and when it had finished it stared down at a peice of broken glass on the floor and stated "I see your enjoying yourself" and the worst part was that while I beat away at his presence I knew that he was right.

12 hours ago:

I quickly got out of my car knowing that my only time for vengeance was now. I knew that there was no way possible for me to win but I still had to try. I had my shotgun loaded with salt shot as I entered the warehouse I already knew what to expect. I fired the shot gun to my left and right and knocked down the gaurds but then suddenly one dropped down from the ceiling, landed on his feet and preceded to continually hit me. I tried to throw him with my mind but he was just to powerful so I took out my knife and attempted to neutralize him. It worked and as I walked upstairs I called out to the two gaurds "Is the boss home?" and one of them immediatly grabbed me and pulled him to me.
"Hello, how are you today" he said from his decaying, rotting body.
"Come on I can take you!" I said
"So me and my gaurd against you, you do know that's suicide?" he asked as I made his gaurd burst into flames.
"You say something?" I asked his short, decaying body.
"Very well" he said throwing off his jacket as he then threw a lamp from the other side of the room at me with a flick of his wrist. I narrowly dodged it as I threw a fireball at him which he then dodged. We then flew at each other and released energy which his body tried to absorb but failed as he slowly was roasted and the next thing I knew I stood in the room's ruins. But on the way home I passed a hall of mirrors and I decided I was to be there for some strange reason and so I stopped in there and passed out. When I awoke I saw his face in the mirror
"Hello my friend, I'm here to take you over" and that's how I got here. Biting and scratching away at his mind. It was not until later that it worked, it went down like this. He decided to test me out by killing a family and one of them shot him. This time his rage took advantage of him and I squeezed him back. Somehow I escaped death but I know it's inside me, ready to burst and destroy us all.

Twin Day project

The man in the green shirt slowly walked down the purple and yellow and red hallway. The lights flickered on and off as he passed a lockable door that then slammed shut. He tried desperately to open it but alas no dice, as he had forgotten his dice at home that day.
"Who's there?" he called out in fright as two identical people appeared in front of him.
"Daddy?" they both said at the same time.
"Wha-what are you?" he asked then said "Take anything, just leave me be".
"It's us daddy, Tabatha and Selena" they said at the same time.
"No, no no!!!!!!!!! You're dead! How is this possible?" he said
"We love you daddy" they said as they gently touched him and they spiraled downward.

When he awoke to the sound of screams it was dark and enclosed. It was hot but through the heat he could see a beautiful woman about five foot nine and straight blonde hair.
"Well let's see, two counts of murder, several hundred counts of adultery and some satanic rituals and all in 45 years. You've been a very bad boy Chuck" she said as she gently rubbed his face.
"Who-who are you?" he asked now entranced by your beauty
"I'm Mary and I will be torturing you today. Welcome to hell." She said as she moved towards to a tool box. She opened it and he saw a glint of metal and then saw a sharp metal hook as she then hooked it through his skin and slowly pulled it through. "Don't scream" she said "No one can hear you here" she said. In between screams he looked at her face and saw her smile. It was a ghastly smile, as if she was enjoying this. "You're wondering what I am right?"
"Yes"
"I'm a demon. Luci's my papa. And obviously your's abondoned you"
"No, just be quiet."
"Why, you're face gives it away. No faith at all. In anything. It's actually pretty sad how you guys all despair but you haven't seen anything untill you sit in here"
"What will happen to me"
"You will convert"
"Convert?"
"You shall see" she said as she slowly pulled out a new blade and slit Chuck's throat with it. She then preceded to carve numerouse more holes in him untill the day was over. "Give him the shock" she said to gaurd as she left and at that moment orange light burts from every hole, natural or carved. The amount of pain he suffered was immense. And he thought of what she said. Welcome to Hell.
The next day he awoke he was all put together but standing over him was Tabatha and Selena.
"We love you daddy" they both said at the saime time as there eyes faded to red, blood red.
"Babies, what happened?" he asked

"You died Daddy. So did we. Remember you butchered us." they said

"I'm, I'm sorry" he said

"Daddy, we understand everything"

"Really?"

"We know why you had to kill us. We know that we're ungrateful ugly bitches. we know that you were right."

"But if I was right why am I here?"

"Right is subjective Daddy."

"As in?"

"It was necesary but the one up there deemed it wrong. Why is that Daddy?"

"Why is that? please explain"

"He demands to tell us how beautiful he is every waking moment yet why doesn't he help?"

"I don't know honies"

"He doesn't love us Daddy. Daddy, he hates us."


"I know darling I know"

"Daddy, help us" they said as they were pulled away. In the room next to the door Mary pulled the switch again and smiled happilly as he burst in pain, for her torture the next day.

The next day Mary walked into the torture room, "What shall it be today?" she asked
"Freedom?" he said
"Never, Chuck my buddy old pal" as she situated a soaked knife over his chest. "Don't worrry, this will only hurt alot." she said as the blade entered Chuck's chest as he screamed in pain. "Don't worry it only gets worse. You see its soaked in poisin that'll hurt for days now." she said, smiling and petting his head. She then walked out and pulled the trigger again. Those painful days were aided by more visits from Mary and her torturous schemes. Then on the fifth day when the poisin started to subside she undid his chains. she walked out of the room infront of him, snapped her fingers and invited him in. Before Chuck went he stole a knife. The room had a romantic feel to it. At that moment he knew what was going to happen.
"Well, I have to say I am impressed" she said sitting down on a bed.
"I do have to say that the fact that you've tortured me for a week is somewhat of a turnoff" Chuck said.
"And your going to let that get in the way?" she asked as she got up and started kissing him. he knew what was about to happen. He quickly withdrew the knife he stole and stabbed her as both her and the knife she was about to stab him with fell to the ground.
"Yes, yes I am" he said as all of a sudden he was earthbound. He wasn't sure why but he was back and all of a sudden he heard his children scream, he knew it was time to go to there defence. He then focused in on his marraige which crumbled and failed and on his murdered children. He then appeared to when and where he killed them. He did something simple, he jumped inside of himself forcing the other him out before he could cut his bloody children anymore and his other soul seemingly fell into the ground. He know had one thing left to do, tend to his bloody children.

Poem:
They can be good
They can be creepy
There Stephen King's best friends.

They look like each other
It's really hard to tell them apart
And you can never remember your names.

That's right!
The subject of this poem has been
TWINS!

Turvendiz Goes Gloorama

Gloorama
Gloorama
Gloorama
Goes the Turvendiz.
Or so says the man in the back
And he wears all black
You can't hack
His tack.

I want to own a Canadian
But the government says I can't
Silly government!

The Wackiness of my friends in other schools
You'd think they'd be in WAC
But that's what they call it only in Herricks.

I'm a Wacky WACker,
I like to scream and yell out
Icky La Boomba!

I also dislike Narwhales
It emerged when some one told me they were part Unicorn.
Now I want to stab it with a horn
And some corn.

Story time:
One day there were two insane maniacs filming a video. One was violent, and one was just something beyond words. The amount of bloopers were great and all the dog did in the strange one's room was howl. But it was a hit but we couldn't make our Jello Biafra refrences fit.
Poem time (again):
I once found a pokemon card by a stop sign
It was an Arcanine and I decided I'd never lose it
Recently my friends and I looked through for valuable cards.
It was no where to be found.

There once was a cat on a roof
It did not fall
It only ran and ran and ran.

My favorite muscisian is Neil Young
His guitar work is amazing
I also love his singing
If I could play like him
I'd be a happy man.

I sit in a room of maniacs
Knowing not of what to do.
Half the people scare me
And there's even short people
Short people and there love for Justin Beiber annoys me.

I hate Justin Beiber
And I end this at this
GO! PIKACHU!
And the Turvendiz goes
Gloorama.

I lied
I do not end at this.
The Turvendiz that goes Gloorama
Likes to be in an uffish.

There is no sword to beat it
Get out the Vorpals
They do nothing
To my mad hats
That are not fat.

The sleeping in a cave
A Turvendiz does
For twelve hours.
Story time(again):
One day there was a fat guy, but the Turvendiz ate him. The end.
Poem time(raaaaaaaaaaaawr):
Sleep not do I
In the cave of a Turvendiz.
You know its its cave by the slobber on the walls.

May the Force be with you
Or maybe its the fourth?
But no bombing may stop the power of...
...
...
...
...
A TURVENDIZ!
(that goes gloorama).

And now I shall not lie
But buenas noches
I hate you all.

The Pillow

"Do you have a sword?" asked the old insane German man.
"No" I replied
"How don't you have a sword!" screamed the German man in obvious anger. He then drew out his sword, "I challenge you to a sword fight!"
"But I don't have a-" I said but was cut off
"Be a man and not wuss! Use a pillow!" he said tossing me a pillow. I realized how crazy he was so I grabbed the pillow, jumped on my horse and galloped to the nearest sports stadium with him on my tail. I had to lose him. I continually tried blending into the crowd but I think he had my scent because he walked like a blood hound, his nose to the ground. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was him.
"I challenged you to a sword fight!" he said
"Look man, can I just leave?" I asked
"No FIGHT MEEEEEEEEEEE!" he screamed and now people made a circle and cried "fight, fight, fight", they didn't know yet he had a sword. As he drew it the crowd scattered and screamed as I raised my pillow. he came at me sword drawn and so I swung my pillow as his blade broke. Within a second his face was close to mine so I smashed that with the pillow continually. He was eventually knocked out by the pillow. But suddenly they all attacked me. I suwng the pillow left and right and knocked more people out untill the cops came and arrested me for assault. And I later learned that every peice up untill the crowd attacking me was a sport. What a strange and bloody sport to play.

Pajama project

The pajama fled through the heavily forested area knowing it's life depended on it. At every step it felt it's sleeves rip and tear only becoming a shadow of what it once was as it heard the steps of the suits coming after it with there flamethrowers. Once there had been peace the pajama remembered and in what were his last moments he thought of his lover he had lost in the war.

It happened three years ago. It was a time of general peace and Thulien was living high. He may have only been a pajama, whom were generally the lowly class, but now he was as big as a tuxedo! He had a mansion many stories high with a large peice of land, a driveway a mile long and a white picket fence. He was living the pajama man dream but to top it all of he had the best dress in the world. She was pretty, smart and witty and the name of this particular pink dress was Rosalinda or Rosa for short.
"Honey, it's dinner time!" called Rosa up the stairs as Thulien quickly came down. it was bout a week before the war and the warning signs were present, hate crimes, bombings, and even a river runing red in red fabric. But they were safe from the guerrila groups up in there mansion. There was time for them to enjoy life.
"Servant, get the wine" said Thulien to one of his servants, an ugly pajama. No one decent went out that ugly. And so as they sat they did not know that the death bell was beginning to knell.
"How was your day" said Rosa as she touched his nose with her gentle sleeve, how he loved when she did that.
"It was well" but it wouldn't be for long as a Guerilla burst in with a flame thrower and let the house a flame but before he could reach Rosa a column fell on her and he tried to reache her but a strong sleeve grabbed him and pulled him out of the house, her final scream still in his ears.
"Thulien listen to me. In three years you will die, if you wish to avoid this fate say 'yes' just before you are blasted. If you do you'll see your wife again. I promise". Thulien turned and saw it was the Guerilla but suddenly the Guerilla dissapeared in thin air with on a rush of air. By this time there was no way else in and so he he was on the run for three long years. And he was about to die.
"YES!!!!!!!!!!!" he cried to heavens as a light descended and entered him he thought no more.
Epilogue:
When Thulien said yes it started a massive battle between good and evil, with evil occupying Thulien and the goods force having been the Guerilla from three years ago. In the battle Thulien was destroyed and the collateral was massive, several years later they are still trying to rebuild.

Rap:
We have pjs
I know your a fool
Who leaves the house
In those ugly things.

Are you and your friends
That horribly dressed
That you have to be a poser
In your yellow pjs?

I have no bussiness with you
Sorry to break your heart
But I can't be seen with you
Not only are you ugly,
But you have to pretend to be cool.

Just leave.

Don't walk 'round here
So undressed
Some of us here
Have something called standards.

This may not be the best rap
But it got purpose
We must get rid of pjs and pj wearin fools
Cuz you don't look cool with you pants on the ground.

Just leave.

Conversation with Breaking Benjamin's "Dance With the Devil" viewpoint of the devil

Here I wait
For my honest day's work
So many year's gone by
For me to claim your soul.

Dance in the pit
We shall for tonight
You are saying goodbye
And dancing with the devil tonight.

Don't worry,
I don't actually like it hot
When I run around Detroit
The temperature drops five degrees.

You may be holding on
But meeting me in a dark alley
Is like suicide.

When you meet me in the eye
Your soul shall be scared
Forever may there be no escape.

The end is not here
And even then there is no escape
All that satisfies me and my four amigos
Is your very soul.

Maybe if your lucky I will
Wear you to the prom
But sadly your my dance partner
So say good bye
Because your dancing with the devil tonight.

You better hold on because
I'm not bringing you back
Your not my angel condom
But my dance partner.

Don't worry, there's no prom night for you
I'll dance with you allright but I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
That you can't hold on when you're helpless and left for dead.

Don't worry, it's ok to be angry
I want to see that anger
When you say good bye
When you stare me in the eye
Because your dancing with the devil tonight.

Graduation speech for vampire who has just found a way to kill Edward cullen in the face

This year has been a great year. I would like to tell you all that I do not love you, I actually hate you. But in all seriousness I have found a way to kill Edward Cullen, in the face. That's right my fellow vampires, we shall be free of this plague. Soon we shall be free of this hell hole of tenage girls not understanding our deep culture. My fellow vampires I present my graduation spech with great pride for today not only am I a Manpire but also the one who shall save us all. So let's go and end this! Yeah!

A Chance for Flight

A light
Of no new bright.
There is no fright.

End of the night
Darkness pouring in the tight
Spaces of no right.

There is no sleight
Remorse with a bite
They all recite
We have a chance for flight.

Not even the knights
May have egg white
But have oak blight
And so they are not polite.

But there is a light
Of no new bright
So may there be no fright.

No title could do this THING justice...

Burning depths sit upon
A nice burning highway
And there is no relief.

A sea waits upon you
But there is nothing to drink.
Drowning in eternity
Is no way to live.

A cactus that grows besides you
Is now humongous
All you can do is climb it
And run from the monsters.

They look like winged bunnies
And they eat all types of unicorns
Be they winged, small large or even whale like.

There is a common misconception
The whale like ones are not Narwhales
But rather Narwhale horns are more like a tooth or tusk.
The Uniwhales, as they are called, have real horns
For saturday night fights.
Silly Youtube.

But the monsters are scared of ponies
The won't go with in a hundred miles of one.
The ponies on my farm like carrots
But they don't like the sea
Which is why I don't have them with me.

And the car has learned how to fly
So I can escape the monsters
But then Command Control Center warns you of
Phuggles in the area and you realize you can't.

A Phuggle is a giant flying creature
That resembles nothing because
It is evil and formless.

I had a friend who tried to own one once
It was a horrible idea because
The next time I saw him he was cut up
In a box.

The real reason boxes are used
Is because monsters like Phuggles
Don't like boxes, they scare them.

And you snap back to reality
And see a Uniwhale all while
A mexican mariachi band plays
And your finger nail grows.

But all you feel is the heat
As Burger King slowly sings a song
You feel no pain. And a flying aquatic submarine
Goes quickly to space taking the Phuggles
So now you may leave with more ease.

Yet you stay
And stare out to
The sea, to see what you may see.

Slowly a uniwhale rises
As a yorkajush flees
A small wave as they
Are really small
And easy to make fun of.

It makes them angry
But Yorkajushes don't have time to care
Uniwhales ussually eat them before age 5.
That is why there small
Becuase they don't have time to grow.

And it took the old man three weeks
To run a mile here
Looking for the fountain of youth
Only to find a fountain of nothing.

Hope, slowly creeping away
As they feel the heat
A beached narwhale gives its last roar
As you realize
We still have a long way to go.

And that there is no escape
But forward.
And so you step on the beach
And see the beauty of the ocean.

You think "Never look back"
And you walk towards the ocean.
The old man is no longer with you
But the Ocean feels calm and cool
Against your feet.

He yells at you to comeback
And so does the mexican mariachi band.
But you ignore them and continue
And even Burger King stops and stares.
And suddenly the beautiful ocean takes you
And the beached narwhale.