Epic Feature

This is my way to say "Thank you" to all my watchers. Maybe it's stupid to make a fuzz about a number, but hey, that's me. and you chose to read this
And to be even more weird, I feature all of my 56 () watchers. Why leaving somebody out just because someone else was faster?



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Silence: The Unfortunate GiftSilence: The Unfortunate Gift
Do you hear that?  Silence.
Can you feel their pain?
These poor, tortured souls,
Who cry out for help in vain.
This silence is an unfortunate gift,
For humans will not stop whining like a bitch;
Every day, crying out for help,
To be saved by a stupid itch.
The thousands of men and women, who die for the honor of their country;
The thousands of souls, who fight for our freedom with each breath;
These thousands of people, who trudge through these treacherous wars;
These thousands of heroes, who protect you from dangerous threats.
Yet you take it, as if it means nothing to you.
You take its significance and throw it away,
As if it was nothing more than a piece of garbage;
As if it means nothing to you; the honor you betray!
You are too blinded by your idiotic self-esteem;
You are selfish and ignorant, as if you are worth more.
You think you're so goddamn important, with every breath you take?
You are stingy and spoiled; rotten to the core.
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I dreamed about youI dreamed about you last night,
and it was the second time.
I saw you standing there,
so beautiful it's a crime
I dreamed about you last night,
and I cried in my sleep,
because I know that I've gone
far, far too deep.
I dreamed about you last night
looking at me from above
and I cried cuz it's the only way
I'll see the one I love.

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-brainpuke-People kinda suck.
People are ugly.
People are assholes.
People talk shit about other people, about their friends. Behind their backs, never to their face. People are vain, and selfish, and backstabbing. People will tear you down at your highest, and kick you while you're facedown the gravel.
I know. I'm people.
People are naive. They're vulnerable.
They put up walls, so they don't get hurt.
People are afraid. People don't like other people, because people are cruel.
I should know. I'm people.
People make you cry. They make you wonder why you aren't like them. People hurt you. People are the cause of your happiness, your sadness, your worry, your ecstasy. You love people. You hate people. Some people you want to strangle, while others you want to be with for the rest of eternity.
I know. I'm people.
Being people is unfortunate. We're weak. We can't control our emotions, our feelings, our true urges. We want to love, we want to hurt, we want to run wild through fields. But we can't. We
Creature of the nighti run through the night,
wild and free,
old skin shedding,
new skin growing,
becoming something different,
wind whipping through my hair,
the moon shining on my face.
Shedding who i used to be.
accepting my new fate.
i'm becoming a creature,
though i don't know what of.
i climb up a mountain,
climb back down again,
i can lift up a tree,
and swing it round with effort.
i'm as strong as an elephant
but as quiet as a mouse,
feet landing silently,
scratches healing instantly,
i climb up a tree,
and stare at the moon,
my hair whips behind me,
like blood red ribbons,
and i become,
a creature....
....a creature of the night
Creature of the nighti run through the night,
wild and free,
old skin shedding,
new skin growing,
becoming something different,
wind whipping through my hair,
the moon shining on my face.
Shedding who i used to be.
accepting my new fate.
i'm becoming a creature,
though i don't know what of.
i climb up a mountain,
climb back down again,
i can lift up a tree,
and swing it round with effort.
i'm as strong as an elephant
but as quiet as a mouse,
feet landing silently,
scratches healing instantly,
i climb up a tree,
and stare at the moon,
my hair whips behind me,
like blood red ribbons,
and i become,
a creature....
....a creature of the night

The martyr of loveI am still a stranger in your battlefield
My rifle on my shoulder, I do not mean to fight
My tears cutting  the ground under  your feet
You stand over my bleeding body
Your cold blade dripping your way out
You stab me, once and twice, you grin at my wounds
My blood meets the thirsty salty soil
They greet, they hug, they mate under your feet
They give birth to the wild bloody roses
Where every wound blooms once more
I hear your walk away, leaving my barren land
I pray for death to push the arrow deeper in my back
To take the last hopeless breath, the last breeze of love
Bury me where the old moon was born
Let my head rest in a land of cinnamon and honey
When the white hands arrive with their remedy
Tell them all my birds left me and flew north
I do not wish to heal, I do not pray for cure
Battered and broken, my heart left the shore
Raven's CurseI'm sure you've heard by assignment or choice,
The stories and poems from his timid voice
His lines of fantasy, mystery and dreams
The very definition of madness he seems!
He had the talent to instill sheer terror
But the perception of his talent I think in error
Surely you will think me mad, or simply wrong
But allow me to explain what I feel so strong
We all know of Tamerline seeking a friar's ear
The open hole and swinging blade that wrought such fear
Pest the first and the hapless guests at his feast
And the sphinx, the insect that would be a beast
Hop Frog, Hans Phall, and Maelzel's chess player
Prince Prospero, and Dr. Tarr and Professor Fether
C. Auguste Dupin's meticulous methods and mind
A stranger collection, you will never find
But suppose the talent did not belong to him
Rather it was his most famous character's whim
Just suppose it was that hideous black bird,
That had the dreadful talent to turn a word
When you examine this man and his tragic life,
The loss of his mother

How to: say i love you without wordsHow to: say I love you without words
First find a person to love.
Look under mountains and above the stars.
Look inside yourself if you have to, just find someone.
Look into their eyes as if you would never see anything again.
Hold onto them like you would your dying breath,
Harsh and tight until it hurts then let them steal your breath and don't ask for it back.
Let your actions speak in place of the words you can't express.
Take their heart like a thief in broad daylight and wear it around your neck
Lock it away for they might want it back but it's finders keepers.
Go to sleep and wake up with a smile on your face.
Keep the smile on while you're sleeping because they Will be watching.
Don't turn your back to them because it is sharp like a knife.
Wait with open arms even if their fingers dig into your skin.
Finally put your lips on theirs and melt into each other.
With that everything has been said and you never spoke a word.

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Is Sadness Your Only Muse?I see so many poets
Who are nothing but depressed,
And I think I owe it
As an issue to be addressed.
Is sadness your only muse?
An emotion so dank and dark
Puts your poetic mind to use,
While the call of the woodlark
Does not touch your soul?
What of true love or bravery?
That deep, depressed dark hole
Has you in poetic reverie.
It is quite the strong emotion,
But so is awe and love
The salty smell of the ocean,
And the call of the mourning dove
Are my muse, so I cast off the robe
Of sadness, darkness and despair
I embrace this awe-inspiring globe
From the cities to the wolf's lair.
I have never felt true love,
In my young years on this planet
But that is my muse, even above
That all-depressing net.
A prince so young in his palace;
A warrior on the front lines;
A grandfather's hands so calloused;
The Italians with their wines;
A wolf's so haunting howl;
The love of a new mother;
All these things higher than sadness' scowl
And the fear of the œther.
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Riddle challengeLive ye not, should I not be sought. Should you find me, I can't be caught.
Catching and holding me will bring you to your knees. For once you have me, where can you be? Who am I?
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IX. I am a poet
I am a poet
    I am a poet
    I do regret,
    Young person without talent,
    Roaming in the wind
    My verses empty
    Themselves of their acid
    My feather sinks
    On a grey ground,
    Earth without ages,
    Roaming in the course of pages.
    I am a poet
    I do regret,
    Young person without talent,
    Roaming in the wind
    The moon is full
    I paint without trouble.
    And this night,
    Everything ran away
    My rhymes,
    My crimes,
    My verses,
    My earth,
    My prose,
  

DadDaddy
What a strange name;
At first you were called that
Whenever I got scared of those shadows.
You would comfort me and tell me
That there wasn't anything to fear.
Dad
You've remained the same;
Your hair has turned to steel
But you still have your wits despite age.
I can hear your advice spoken with care
Because you only wanted what was best for me.
Father
I thought you were lame;
Back then when you gave me your hat
When all you did was build and put up windows.
I never understood that you did it for me
To distract my mind from going to the mirror.
Daddy
You've played this like a game;
Not that I'm complaining about you being real
You kept me away from that imitation, that cage.
You didn't want me to be like you, that I should beware
Because you wanted me to be here.
Dad
These memories will remain;
From when I was little and would follow you
To now when I'm growing up into an adult.
You taught me everything I know and to tell the truth
You're the best and I couldn't ask for more than
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Why I Am A PirateWhy am I a pirate, you ask?
Because it's just like wearing a mask.
I can be whoever I want to be
We are a close knit family
We are led by a powerful man
And together we are a great clan
You may think we are fools
But let me let you in on our rules
We protect each other with all our heart
In the hope that our paths will never part
If you go after one of our crew
You'll have the rest to answer to
Insult my captain if you dare
But you will have to beware
For I will defend his name
And make sure all doubt is slain
Kings, Queens, and JokersMy mother always told me
I am the King of my own world
I believed her
I glance at my dearest Queen, my world,
Looking troubled as always
Until he walked in
She tries to hide it
But her face still lights up
The court surrounds him
Happy as ever, ready to be entertained
Their favorite, her dearest Joker had finally arrived
Shameful to say, I was among his followers
Before I knew how he'd ruin me
The crowd subsided after he showed them some tricks
If only they had looked up to see who he really was
We sit together, and it's obvious she still loves him
She won't ever admit it
The way he looks at her,
I wonder if he does too
But one would never know with him,
His face a mask
He is the Joker after all
It's complicated, she'd say
Yet still I try,
I'm the King, I have every right
If only his life could be mine
But what if it could be?
What if I could change things?
Watching and waiting
I see what I must do
My Queen will be mine again
He
I CareI care more than you think,
Such little things can hurt me,
It's obvious to some,
But you still don't see,
I'm hurt by little things,
The things most don't care about,
It's stupid, I know,
But it's all in self-doubt,
It's not the way I was,
I used to be so sure,
I knew what was good,
And that which was a bore,
But now, after them,
I'm don't know anymore,
Will you love it?
Or is it just a chore?
This poem, I know,
It's a random little thing,
But inside it holds my tears,
And without them it's nothing.
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Follow MeYou said that it had nothing to do with me
So please share what it is that I can't see
If you just take the time, I promise to understand
And give you a hand, as best as I can
But it's hard to tell what you want to do
All that I want is for you to be you
Despite everything in society
And simply forget all the notoriety
It really hurts me to see you this way
But if you listen to me, you'll be there one day
So please, don't hide
It's better outside
I'll teach you the ins and outs
And show you what it's all about
I believe this, you'll admire,
So please don't tire,
But if you deny yourself and only listen to them,
You'll never learn what's good for you then
And please pardon my concern
But you really must learn
To accept yourself, no matter the cost
So now please allow me to guide you when you're lost
For you are beginning a beautiful new journey,
All you have to do is follow me.

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Next epic feature will be with #57-#112?
Well, we will see ^_^