M-Maraha's melancholy musings...?

[Maraha]

A random collection of poems I've written in the past... who knows how long. Just take a seat, enjoy them, and remember... I don't want any criticism at the moment...

So... Here they be, in no particular order.

Misery's Marionette

Misery pulls my strings,
stress and confusion aid it.
Joking and humor are my wings,
together through darkness we can make it.

They hurt, so do I.
They laugh, I feel delighted.
They can't see my shattered heart cry;
they don't know how I've been blighted.

I make others happy,
when I lack the ability to be so myself.
When I am down and unhappy,
I take my jokes down off the shelf.

~And hope they work~

As my heart is breaking down,
I try to glue others' together.
I suppose I must be a determined sad clown,
joking even in terrible weather.

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Yes, Zerrer, I stole your tildes. Thanks for letting me keep them~<3 *Hugs Billy the ~* Billykamawhateveryousaid is my favorite.

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A Little Thank You: Sfot
~Well, not sure exactly how we became such awesome friends,
I really don't deserve to know such wonderful people~

An awesome freak,
A hilarious banshee,
Ruler of the strange realm called Over There.
I must say, you're pretty epic, whether you know/like it or not.

~Thanks for the ideas~

Moonscape! Get the cake,
The wedding will be ruined, so prepare to bake!
Zombies and spirits rise from their graves,
To defeat them you'll need more than just staves!

~Thanks for the help~

When I need a listening ear, you have two.
When I need a shoulder to cry on, you have two.
When I need a hug, you've got a million.
When I need a good laugh, I just go to you.

~Thanks for the... Tuna sammich!? Where'd my line go?~

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Yup. Wrotied thish fer my sislike friend, Sfot.

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A Little Thank You: Zerrer
~Well, not sure exactly how we became such awesome friends,
I really don't deserve to know such wonderful people~

Self-proclaimed genius,
proud to be humble,
a hermit with... seemingly magic eyeballs.
I can't say I've ever known such a... unique person.

~Thanks for the lulz~

The rain that falls from happy cloud puppies are like tears of joy, no?
That avatar still makes me grin.
'Bringing laughter to others is one of the greatest achievements'
I can't disagree with that, how 'bout you?

~Thanks for the advice~

When I was stressed out of my skull,
who would've thought being called an idiot would help so much?
Well, being called-ish.
Huh, now I can't think of a fourth line... Oh wait! Here it is.

~Oh, and thanks for the tildes~

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Yes, Zerrer has/had a link to this poem in his sig. I are epic.

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Be A Happy Cloud Puppy

~Smile, unhappy child~
~When your day is gray and there's no longer a way~
~to romp and play~
~every beautiful day~

You've vanished,
you make me feel as though I've been banished
from ever feeling good again.

If I fake it will you return?
Even without you, others show no concern.
It is for you that I yearn.

Nothing I do makes sense to me now.
I've become my worst enemy somehow.
Through each dark day of my life I'll plow...

~What's the matter?~
~Your thoughts, why did they scatter?~
~You seem so lost,~
~was it into depressing frost that you've been tossed?~

I'm confused,
from these wounds only sickness has oozed.
My trapped talent remains unused.

I feel pathetic,
it seems misery and I are quite magnetic.
Who would've thought pain could be so poetic?

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How's this, Tildeman?

Mood swings.
manic highs.
I feel like I have wings-
~but it's not true~
-it's a life full of lies.

Happiness,
rare moments of bliss.
It's something I'll miss
when I feel like this.

Music,
the one thing that doesn't make me sick.
The candle's dead,
it's lost it's wick.

Conflicting emotions,
whispers in oceans.
Morbid notions
and twisted motions.

Endless pain,
attempts in vain.
Feelings I can't contain,
when dealing in the affairs of the mundane.

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Contrary to what one may think, I was actually rather giddy when I wrote this one.

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I was kinda depressed when I made this one.

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Wow, this is alright

My friend,
if only you knew how I craved your attention.
I only want to help you with a loving intention.
My heart beats for you like a broken contraption.


~I can't tell if it's love or infatuation,
can't say I've ever been in quite a situation
before~

My friend,
I wonder if you think of me when you're gone.
I wonder if you'll ever see that it's for you that I long.

~I can't tell if it's love or infatuation,
I can't say I've ever been in quite a situation
before~

My friend,
you are my source of inspiration.
You are my choice of association.
You are my beautiful illumination.

~If you ever need a shoulder I'm there for you.
I always want to be there when you're feeling blue.
I wonder if you'll be there when I need you, too~

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My titles are so creative and original! Yes, this was the first time I stole Zerrer's tildes. Muahaha. Take that, heathenous fiend.

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Something Pathetic

Blood.
Our life force, a liquid colored red.
Watch how it pours, the thing considered sacred.

As the blade touches your skin, you forget how to rhyme.
The poet's lost his touch, he's run out of time.

They tell you to stop, they say it'll hurt you.
You try with all your might, but you know that nothing's true.

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Written this april. I think that says enough.

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I know it must seem crass of me,
to write such a catastrophe.
But it's all I can do, you see,
for there is nothing left in me.

Is there anything I can do for you?
Perhaps a hug when you're feeling blue?
Like when you've got a bug, an aching flu?
Then I can be sick with you, too.

I know I must seem rather strange,
I know I must seem rather deranged.
I must be on the wrong side of this range,
that many call my life.

Now you see, soon these won't even rhyme.
Looks like I'm running out of time.
But sometimes the end can feel so... sublime.

I guess things are getting shorter.
As things fall out of order...
And I've nothing left to say.

Look at this sad attempt at poetry,
it's really quite a mockery,
to all shakespearian students and plays.

But one of these days...
They will see me.

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Something incredibly old.

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Ah, the lovely Nightmara.
With hips hotter than the sahara. *Is brick'd*

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Eh! Bugs!
Ruining my hugs.
Clogging up all the plugs.
Oh how I hate bugs...

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Lets go on a joyride.
Don't let them catch us or they'll tan our hides.
Watch as our happiness, watch how it glides.

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Unsew these seams,
take a close look at my dreams.
Listen closely to my screams,
know that nothing's as it seems.

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Scitter scatter everywhere.
Shadows, dust, how I despair.
They long for the light, they say it's not fair.
Scitter scatter... everywhere.

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Beep beep whirr.
Watch the little bot stir.
Some more sleep it would prefer.
Beep, beep, whirrrr...

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A random collection of poems I made up suddenly while chatting with a friend on MSN.

Aaand... that's all for now. May add more later... if anyone even likes this stuff... which... they probably don't. Yeah. Probably not.

[Zerrer]

And it's Billykamamiragela.

[Maraha]