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Well, I just kind of pulled this out of my hat. Don't even know if you'll qualify it as a poem - but if not I'll come back and change a few things when I'm thinking more clearly. Great idea by the way! :) Thanks...

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By Stefhy

A common misconception of yesterday
Is the thought that it is only a memory,
A faint whisper of darkness that will soon be forgotten.

Nobody forgets their past that easily,
For even though some have more disasters than others,
Pain is pain, and love is love (and more pain)
...Whatever the journey, we always take something along with us.

The path that I once had laid infront of me,
Will help create the path I still have left to take.
The life that I have lead will prepare me for more,
More yesterdays, tomorrows, and the biggest adventure...
Life.

Oh silly me didn't read carefully enough. I thought the words had to be in order. *durr*... But oh well, I'm not goin' back on that much now :P
Anyway, I just read yours Sunny and I want to say that's awesome! I spose I couldn't expect any less though ;) hehe.

He sits in the darkness, lost in his thoughts,
Outside he hears someone yelling, followed by gunshots.
The path his life has taken, is one less taken then most,
He walks in the shadows, and it practically a ghost.

Since the death of his loved one, the love of his life,
His one and only reason to be, and that was his wife.
It was a disaster, she fell off a cliff,
Now his eyes are welding, so he pulls out his hand kerchief.

She was so young, and carrying his son,
As he dreams of his unborn baby, staring and his gun.
He picks up the gun, and puts it to his head,
Pulls the trigger, and now he too, is dead.

The next day the police discover his dead body,
With the misconception it was murder, then realizing his mind was shoddy.
Then they found the note, written on his skin,
"I'm dead to you, but I'm with my family again."

~*Who Cares?*~

Wandering Soul
By Kaylee

Midnight, sleeping beneath canopy
of stars, of which morning prospers.
Twas another step in this journey upon
that I find myself a wandering soul.
This path is but a minor skipping stone
embedding itself within life.

I find myself sitting in my own
Garden of Eden, injecting beauty.
Lest this moment fade may I
remember the turning leaves beneath.
Of course darkness can not disappear
entirely with light, never all.

It causes me to fall through the
Earth, this misconception of death.
Listening to the breathing of which
I had forgotten, such simplicity.
Sunlight streaming through the
canopy I could not keep hold of.

And here I am awaking this morning,
emotionally a wandering soul.
A disaster upon myself.

the path of life

The path of life
Is long and dark
Full of twists and turns
Ups and downs,
Success and disaster.

Mist clinging to the floor
Lapping at your feet
We must journey though
Though the darkness
Towards our goal.

Past all we cannot know
All we cannot see
Though misconceptions
And though hate,
Along the twisting path
Though the dead and rotting weeds,
The musty smell that hangs in the air,
Clogging up our lungs,
Making the air heavy to breath,
Suffocating us,
Freezing our very core.

On we must go
In the milky moonlight
Forever looking out
Forever afraid
For death stalks the path
And waits at the roads end.

"A perfect world"
by Wings of an Angel.

This misconception of a perfect world,
Darkness within this perfect girl.
A disaster is what she really is,
The journey of life shouldn't be like this.
The path she has chosen was one of a kind,
Not exaclty what her parents had in mind.
She was supposed to be perfect, supposed to be nice,
Now the pushed her so far, they had to pay the prize.
She took her own way, the life she never had,
She never looked back, never felt bad.
She chose to live, chose to take a breath,
She chose to live her life, until her ending death.

Without Lights

Looking forward to the path ahead
What kind of journey will my life bring?
Happiness or death?
Disaster or relief?

Nobody really knows
What the outcome will be
Just "be all you can be"
And let the rest follow me

Is it just a misconception?
Or am I figuring it correct?
The world may never know
Exactly how my brain acts

For I am one of a kind
And I deserve the best
Will it turn out ok?
Or will it be a huge mess?

Nobody really knows,
Looking for the answer
As the lights go out
Now what do I do?

I'm in total darkness
Trying to find the answer
Without lights,
Resembles the way my mind thinks

I'm in the dark,
Both tonight, and in my life
For I have no clue,
What will happen

© Copyright 2006 By: Italian Stallion

On your death bed
By: Poonam
when you are on your death bed,
what will run through your mind?
will you fear the unknown world
or rejoice the coming journey?

when you stop and stand there
at the joining of the two roads,
think back upon your history
and the path that you have taken

has your life rested upon one
disaster after painful another?
has misconception tore you
from the beings that surround you?

Or have you looked on the length of life
and chosen the pathway filled with joy,
and some pain, but always worth the trip.
have you helped mankind, or helped destroy it?

now as you look on darkness, the light fading
remember what you are worth and choose
whether or not to fear the coming journey
and the rest of all eternity

~One Goal~

When put on this earth,
we were given one goal,
to perfect life on our own,
to look deep in our souls.

To surpass all challenges,
in life's long, tiring trip.
To believe in our journey,
and minimize the slips.

A common misconception,
that most humans believe,
is that we live for ourselves,
not to give, but receive.

A disaster of character,
that we are all subject to,
hopefully you are unique,
one, in a country of few.

Before we leave earth,
many disasters will strike,
it's the way we react,
that will save future lives.

And when darkness falls,
will you find the light?
Or sit in the back row,
just to keep out of sight?

Will you follow the path,
that you've always known?
Or be risky and daring,
and do things on your own?

It's the character flaws,
and the wasted breath,
that stop us from acting,
and will lead us to death.

~Sean Dohr~

Wings of Comfort
By: Angela

My dearest guardian angel
how I love you so
never far, forever near
following like a shadow

Even with many misconceptions in my life
your guiding light has always been bright
and lit the path of darkness
for the long journey that lay before me

Your golden hands, soothing
holding me, bringing warmth
after the coldness of disaster
left me cringing in pain

I hear your angelic song
in the middle of the night
chasing away the haunting dreams
leaving me to sleep in calmness

And in the end, when in death
I know your wings of comfort
will again be there for me
wrapping me in everlasting peacefulness

Corkscrews and Roses

The satellites of the world are barred and still
The grasses are hushed sound is nil
Misconception of the truth is twisted and dark
Gazing eyes of the mud, the lips of the bark

Gossip will fly and corkscrew her ears
The path is nailed shut, the heat deafens her fears
All the journeys through life will stop at the roses
Past gilded chairs and fakers’ poses

They’ll talk and talk and talk some more
Subtle attraction to the kitchen floor
Of this and that and bits in between
Silken rags ripped at the seams

It was no disaster, no front page fame
To everyone but those to blame
For the death of innocence, stained crystal cup
Is this the true meaning of ‘growing up’?

Just one problem, I used 'dark' instead of 'darkness' is this okay or does it need to change, if you don't get back to me i'll asume its fine.

Thank you

Sondos

~Valley of the walls~

He can not see what lies beyond
The valley of the Walls
Darkness is were he lives
No happiness will come through.
You see in his eyes that he does not believe
Life should always be this way.
Behind these walls he will never know
That such beauty exist outside the
Valley of the walls.
Rock and stone is all that shows
No freshness of the grass.
No laughter of the children
Or singing of the birds.
Consumed in fear
And blinded by his past
He will stay behind the valley
Of the walls.
Let us hope he will face his fears
For such wisdom he does hold deep
Walk past the shadow gates
And into the world
Were you belong.
Raise your head
And wipe your tears
For you deserve
To leave behind the
Valley of the walls.

A Shadow Of Life
By: Kim

Sifting shadows bathe the forest floor
In a swathe of darkness
Hiding the disaster of a preoccupied god
From his blind subjects
The veils of night make the faithful tremble
Afraid to set foot on such a forsaken path
Paranoid, taught to fear and hate such a journey
Through the fading light

Such a common misconception heightened by blind faith,
The shadows dance through the leaves to death's music
And the wise know that such is not the path to eternal darkness
But rather the journey which will lead to the beauty of life,
For only in the darkness can one see the stars

Road of Promise , Path of Darkness

Road to the unknown
our lives full of misconception
many paths forking off
reeking of deception

with every journey is a choice
one that only we can make
the road true and hard
or the easy path to take

the road with twisting curves
stones of disaster will make us fall
our faith carrying us through to
the protected gates of heaven's wall

the path of imitation happiness
selling your soul to walk this line
simplified way out of adversity
a fake representation of divine

many will slip and fall from the road
taking the path, losing their direction
only to find the road again, repentant
forgiven because no one holds perfection

our death marks the end of our journey
a travel our ancestors made as well
to walk the road to the promised land
or walk the path to the darkness of hell

Oh, a horrible day ends with the best greeting I could ask for! Comments!!! Thankies muchly :)

ah, only four more, I cant wait

Ohhhh wow I am a blonde, I will post a new poem.

Puppet...

Dancing around in thin air,
this script I did not write…
A crowd of strangers stare me down,
this disaster is my life…

Strings could tie and form a knot,
and he locks me in the darkness…
Surrounded by my wooden friends,
held down by an iron harness…

Hand-made from a carving knife,
to make a child smile…
But this journey that I call my life,
I live it in denial…

All I have,
is my depression…
A lonely life,
of misconception…

If only I weren’t a mere puppet...
If only I could walk my own path…
If only I could make my own choices...
And hear my own voice when I laugh…

This chosen future for me,
Is something I’ll have to pass…
I want to run away from this,
But do you think a puppet can run fast?

Yer, really random, I wrote it just then but hey! Different is awesome!
And truthfully..lol, I like it :)

Jen X

A misconception made in life, is that there is a meaning
A fate behind our emotions, and a path behind our feelings
Yet when we feel our hearts break, and our families fall apart
Is it divine intervention? Were we doomed from the start?

When all life leads to death, some think there is no hope
But when we live and feel, there are always ways to cope
There is always light in every dark, and always truth in lies
As life is a gift then so is death, to some who cannot fly

A journey we must all make, to the path after our life
And there is no doubt that our walk will be in strife
Tragedies occur, people hurt and people die
But is that not why we all have the ability to cry

When darkness is looming, and the end is nigh
Will you look upon regrets? Or hold your head up high
Walk into the valley of death with no regret or wrong
Or love forever in the past, singing disaster’s songs

Good contest sluvious..

Soldier.

Such a young lad, whom was caught in the path of disaster.
A journey so long, a life so young and new.
Just a misconception, her never re-thought.

What he knew, was he was to help, serve and protect his country.
Just a boy, the mear age of Nineteen.
His entire world, now engulfed in darkness.

A death, that wasn't take so nicely.
Of a Soldier whom never was meant to return on his own.
A lifeless body, resting so neatly in the casket.

His Mother, weaping in the corner.
And his Father, being handed the neatly folded Flag.
With a slight jestering nod of his head.
A tear rolling down his cheek.

His son is soon layed to rest.
The beatiful casket, being covered in cold earth.
His large hands pulling the flag tightly to his chest.
A thought passes through his head.

Knowing his son, died doing something he wanted to do.
The grave marker stating it clearly.
As his mother lays a single red rose upon the mound of earth.
Tears still trickling down her cheeks.

The boys Father, muttering under his breath.
"You're braver then I ever was, my young son, and for that, I love you so."
As the sunsets, and the darkness falls.

Shadows fall, upon the eary Cemetery.
Moonlight showing a shadowy image by the Soldiers Grave.
Of a Young lad, whom is standing Proud.
Knowing he died, serving our Country.
Just like, his granddad did in the years before.

YAY! one more!!

oh i love your comments. they make me happy!!! and yes we pennsylvanians are awesome!!!

come on people, 1 more entry...

In The Middle

A frightened misconception towards everyone's eyes
Darkness closing in, so scared she starts to cry
A disaster upon life, that's what she is called
A journey of her own where she stumbles and falls
In front of her path is a giant, golden scale
One word on each side, each thought prevails
Two paths she must choose from, life or death
She weighs her heart and inhales a quiet breath
The scale tips over, rattles and shakes
Trying with her might, enduring all she can take
Falling into the middle of her own soul's earthquake

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