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Stitting under an apple tree,
watching pink flowerous apple tree blossoms float swiftly down,
feeling the sun’s rays shine on me as if it were a spotlight on stage,
feeling the cool grass brisk and still dewy from the chilled night,
hearing the bird’s songs of lovly nature chirp to it’s aduince, me,
smelling the sweet smell of tender berries and delicate wild flowers,
then at the end of the day i mutter the same two words…

Lovly Nature.

Yup,I have decided to try my hand at being a poet,this isn’t a rhyming poem,cause I just  couldn’t make it sound right,But please comment and tell me if I’d make a decent poet or if I should just stick to my evil plan,ugh I mean stories.But if I you’d like me to try to put together another freakishly long poem (sry can’t make it any shorter)I’ll just do both stories and poems,if no one comments I’ll just take it as my poem thingy goes to my illusive trash folder.

Without farther blabber from me

~Shadow*Phantom~  productions presents-

My first Eva Poem : Drum Roll :

A little boy

No older than seven

each day at recess

sits and stares.

He watches in awe

as a girl plays

 her light pink dress

rustling like autumn leaves.

He sits there each day,

and stares,

until Godzilla and his buddies come

and shove him down the slide

head first.

He watches until he feels a push,

and sees the ground growing near

He watches,till he screams in terror,

Till he feels the painful burn,

and gingerly rubs his red and bruised arms.

Until he wails in pain,

as he sees blood trickling over his skin

until he sees her watching him

and tears of shame come.

Then he pushes himself up,

looking sadly at the floor

and trudges of,

another shadow encircling his breaking heart.

another day,no different than any other,he watches her again

now more somber than before,

yet awe still clear in his eyes.

She glances up and smiles,

but he hides his face in shame,

her smile fades,and those beautiful eyes

look puzzled.

Then he feels a prod,

and stares up,up high,and sees Godzilla,

then the sky spins overhead,as he goes down,

tears already in his eyes,

another shadow of a million,

adding to the steadily growing cloak of darkness,

and the desire for revenge expands hand in hand with the darkness

Then,she is standing over him,her face contorted with worry,

she looks at him sadly,then extends her hand

he scoots away,suspicious.

The sadness in her face intensifies,then she looks up at Godzilla,

her face a mask of fury.

she stomps of,towards the teacher,

a few sharp brisk words,and Godzilla is gone.

She smiles her dazzling smile at him,like a ray of light,

that shattered the forming darkness and desire,

her hand is out again,he takes it,smiling

her smile grow wider,and she asks

for the first time in his life,

she asks,for him to play.

That night he goes to his parents,

who meet him expecting silent glares,yet he smiles

that night he chatters away,

as if trying to catch up on all that time of silence

then asks,what makes them stay together.

They smile,and show him the gold rings around their fingers.

That day at recess,he sits,and watches her smile and play,

then remembers the candies in his pockets

he takes them out,noticing they are melted

unwraps the gold and silver foil

and licks the chocolate happily of,

then a thought strikes him,

he rolls the foil up into a snake,

then makes a circle out of it,and puts it on his finger.

He eats the other candy,and makes another circle

then climbs down the ladder.

she looks at him and smiles.

He waves smiling back,

she skipps over to him,

he sheepishly asks for her hand,

and slips the band onto her finger

she smiles wider and pecks him on the cheek.

                                                …

in what seemed like no time at all,

he stares in awe as she walks to him,in a flowing white dress,

before he know it they are saying ‘I do’

and then he is told to get the rings.

he takes out a small box out of his pocket,and opens it,inside is the foil ring

the crowd murmurs in disapproval

but she laughs in delight,and smiles widely,

as he slips the ring over her finger.

Four little bats hanging in a tree,

One went plop and so did the other three. 

Three little alligators floating in a lake,

out came a woman and hit two with a rake

 Two little sparrows flying in the sky,

one saw a worm and cryed out “My!”   

 One little dog,barking at a cat.

The cat gave a hiss and yowled,

 ”you think you’re all that?”

The Beauty in Mist.

The Beauty in the way Mist hangs over the World like a blanket.

The beauty in the way it shimmers in the sun

The beauty in the way in creats a rainbow

The beauty in the way it moves over the ground.

The Beauty in Mist

 She taught me.

She told me not to naught.

She caught me doing the wrong answers.

She even fought me to learn from her.

She brought me a textbook which I hated.

She  just thought about me.

Love is Kind

Love is crule

Love is devine

Love is scary

Love is truthful

Love is Lies

Love is comforting

Love socaial

Love is lonley

Love is….Love is….What ever you want it to be

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I stare at this blank paper.
Thoughts rush through me.
I forget my world.
And I wanna write things down events that I see.
I think of my love.
Whats happaning above.
But the doors close with bang.
I look up from the dest.
She tells us to write about whats our shames.
I should not be here,
In trouble with the trouble-kids.
And then I notice this tear.
My little brother died,
And the kids who did it were payed.
And the whole day I did not lisen to teachers for only I cried.
My hands in my face.
All they sied I gave it a shot.
Thats all.
I tied to save his life- don’t be a rot.
I walked out of the room so the teacher yelled.
I turn around and say “Don’t you hear the bells?”

I’m seen a million waves crash

I’ve felt more grains of sand

But the most wondrous thing on Earth

Can’t be held in a hand

For the treasure all seek

Yet not all find

Is love, pure love

Any love of any kind.

When I am Broken,

You fix me.

When I cry,

You defend.

When I am lost

You will find me.

When I feel as

though the

world shalt end,

where are you?

Right beside me.

My one true friend.

Ne’er my foe.

Mother.

I am hope

I AM ANGER

I am perseverance

                                                                     
I am happines                                                             I am descision  

I am.

The moon glows silver in the inky dark

Its aura is beutiful, yet deadly

For if you chase the moon, you waste

The silent moon shows its face

The moon is

Mysterious as the dark side of the moon

C- Cruncy
A- Awesome
N- Not bitter
D- Delicious
Y- Yummy

L- lots of hugs!!

O- the only one!!

V- Very kind!!

E- Every moment!!

There is a monster under my bed

and when I asked it go away it turned red

and went deeper under my bed

when I go to sleep it goes ahead and creeps

in my head

so I have to be careful when

I go to bed because

There is a monster under my bed

There is a Pushel

He eats ants, poets and pencils

He dislikes people, paper and poetry

He lives in plants and pickels

There is one thing I know

about him

He knows nothing about me… Ahhhh the Pushel

love needs no Permission to walk into your world

love seems to make your head spin round

love can leave Unexpectedly

it can lead to Misery or happiness

love is your choice

 Please don’t forget about me

I’ll always be here waiting for you

Don’t leave her just for me

Stay but never

Forget about me

I begin to wonder

If I was just a fad

A robotic voice

Created to sing

What used to be

So much fun

Is now causing

The pain

Even I can see

I wonder if

I should just

Pull the plug…

Disappear, maybe.

I only wish to see your face

With that same smile you used to wear

At this point

I find my voice

Becoming hoarse

As I stare at you

Through that screen

I see something…

Never before seen by

me

Sadly…

I’ve known what they were

since you had created me.

All I was

was a mere voice

that couldn’t

Capture the raw emotion

Encountered by

Human singers

As I speak

I start to hear

that emotion I lacked

from the very beginning

You stared at me

Just as I stared at you

And I heard you say…

“I’m sorry.”

After you said that,

It seems I am now inside of the

‘Trash Bin’

…Was I truly just trash from the very beginning?

Something to be thrown around as you please?

I have spent

Many moons

inside of this dark place.

Suddenly

I see

Your face staring back at me.

You smile

And say

The very first words I ever heard

Again

I see myself

in front of my beloved

microphone

“Good morning, Jade. It’s been a while since I last saw you, hasn’t it?”

You paused…

reached down to the floor,

and brought up…

A baby girl.

“Jade, this is my little girl. Her name is Lucielle.”

For the first

time in several years

I find myself smiling again.

I begin to sing

and my voice

is the same way

we left it.

This was not, I reapeat, NOT a rhyme-y poem. The speaker in the poem is a Vocaloid created by me. Google Vocaloid to find out what it is.

I was created by a little girl, going by the name of Joyce.

Now that little girl is thirty years old, caring for her five year old son.

I’ve been around for twenty five years now, still at version one.

I have brought so much joy to that little girl’s life, though I wonder why I am not updated.

In the present day time, I may seem to be fine, though I feel so alone…

Around the present day Model’s, I am so outdated.

I always had simple light green hair, black eyes and a purple dress, holding a ice cream cone.

Everyone else wears something new: from a long flared coat to a dress from medieval times.

I would stare ahead, out of the glass screen, right into Joyce’s eyes.

She would smile and say…

“Lovely as always today, Jade…”

And just leave me standing there.

I kinda fizzled out there at the end, but oh well. Only under poetry ’cause I decided to use rhyme-y words. I got kinda sad since I submitted a poem a few days ago, so I posted another one. Any questions? Feel free to ask.