Poems that were transferred from Edsby

George Burdick

Love and Hope

The way you cry,
If only you could see,
Everything I feel.
The ocean cannot surpass
All that you are.
Your soul is pure,
Your lips are timid,
But that is why,
Why I love you.
All this leads to is yearning,
Wanting,
And yet,
You cannot see all the hope I have,
For us to be together.

Stephon Bazile

She's the one

She sang to me
Grabbed my mind with mere words
She hugged me
Warming my body inside and out
She looked at me in my eyes
Taking my soul on an adventure like no other
She danced with me
Taking my body on an endless flight
She loved me
Making my heart bounce
She's the one
I just know it
She's the one

Amanda Shea

One Reason:

Sometimes I wish a black hole could
swallow me whole and take me from this planet
It's not that I hate it,
I just no longer enjoy it like when I was younger
when everyone cared about each other,
and I was never left with
my worst fears

Their are millions of galaxies out there
and I was chosen to be stuck on this one
My dreams have dissipated into the
thick air that surrounds me
But then it occurred to me;
I was chosen to be here because of one reason,
and one reason only,
You

Amanda Shea

Uncureable:

So many of us live in the depths of despair
where we are left in a corner with our deadly emotions
threatening to take our life away
and our heart are left in unbreakable jars on shelves

Some of us are named tigers who earned our stripes,
while others hide themselves under blankets of words
that hide the truth that they can't seem to handle

In the daytime, we act as if everything is perfect
and when it finally becomes dark, we become
lost in our miserable thoughts while
our bodies shake uncontrollably and we
completely shut down,
our eyes leaking out oceans

The thing that we all share is what
caused us to become such messes up people

That 'thing' caused us to rip ourselves
to shreds to keep everyone else whole

That thing, is called society

Robert Haywood

Anne
Your unflinching smile brings one to myself
Your unfailing optimism makes me want to sleep another night
If only I’d looked into your beautiful eyes
Showed you how much I loved you
Maybe I wouldn’t have to marvel at your grace
Years after it had faded
Unless it never dissipated
Your life lives on in your writings
Finding humor in uncertain salvation
Your beautiful mother and constituted daughter
Were they like you?
All these years, I’d thought the Secret Annex was nothing more than a place
A cramped, gloomy basement
The gallows preceding a fatal shock
If only I had seen into your soul
As you saw into mine
I could have found joy and happiness
In the least joyful and gloomiest of days
Edith
Margot
Anne
I love you

George Burdick

Insanity
There is no way to control it.
It is free.
The madness within lurking,
Remaining while the danger passes,
As the Cheshire Cat smiles,
Smiles its way home.
The mad realize how the world really is,
They see through the "beauty,"
The cover for the actions,
The actions of oneself.
They break down the barriers and realize,
They realize life is no longer worth living,
With this beast,
Fate is ready,
Ready to take you away.
-The madness within me

Zachariah Morris

-Alone with Company-
One evening, as I flickered between sleep and the drowsy, self-aware fog that pervades your spirit and dulls your senses, I suddenly felt a presence. With a previously impossible alertness I studied the aisles of my shop, glancing from lane to lane of novels and trinkets. No one stood in the vicinity nor in the shop at all and yet still the idea of another being accosted my mind. Upon an unnatural instinct, I tilted my head so the storefront was visible. There, behind the glass, stood a figure of some height and snow-like pallor. The persons legs were graceful and elegantly sculpted with a generously curved rear that was pleasing. Pleasing and familiar. Traveling up this person's frame with a new vigor to understand but equally hesitant fear gifted me with a striking conclusion of rigid addiction. At this point, my mind had left all bodily control to the forces of the universe, sacrificing all energies to the observation and scrutiny of this strange goddess. Somewhere, deep below the structure of my life I could hear whispers of her existence. I had known her but who was she? With an effort of such determination that I can hardly expect to ever feel so desperate and desirous again, I gazed at her face. The eyes were first noticed. Staring unflinchingly back at me, they drew any ounce of control from my heart and replaced it with a hollow, alien helplessness. For the eyes, oh the eyes. They were as definite as the acceptance of life itself. Not a detail could escape them, this I knew, but it was not emotions given that radiated such bear power and yes, power is what I felt. As I stared, throbbing waves of electric like sensations pulsed through me, enveloping everything in a deep, dark slumber, tunneling my vision to the roots of the black sun-like flower. But no. These emotions were just the first step on the mahogany staircase. The key to my mind was hidden in here irises, this I also knew. Somewhere, in the back of my pinning soul, a wintry breeze blew through. Its overall effect was unacknowledged but its appearance was not. And there, on that lonesome but euphoric night, said chilly draft asked-
"Where are they?"
Her face was but a moon colored oval and her eyes, well her eyes were non-existent.

Meghana Nelluri

This is a short story I wrote, part one of seven. I titled the entire piece 'Seven Deadly Sins'. I started with Greed. Any opinions? Oh, and a question. Please, what gender did you think that the main character was? Male or female? I don't mean to be offensive or anything, just curious.

I smirked at the pleading, sniveling man in front of me. He was another one of the petty peasants to bow before me, begging for money. They all had the same pathetic reasons- sickness, death, debt, food, family, the list went on and on. Day after day, they came, one by one. All requesting some of my money. As if I would share my riches with them. It was mine and nobody else’s. Once in a while, a person would come to implore that I lower the taxes. I would, of course, order the guards to through them in the dungeons with the rest of the idiots who had the same nerve. After, I would raise the payment even more. They would eventually learn their lesson, these poor, worthless souls. The money belonged to me. They weren't any of my concern. I snapped my fingers at my guard, pointing at the man whose eyes widened in horror. He knew that signal, that the guards would throw him out of my rich palace and eventually pillage his own house for anything of value. That was the punishment for anyone who dared to come after my gold. I slipped off of my thrown, which was made of the finest metals and jewels. I ordered one of the guards to carry me to my room, which was also lavishly decorated with the finest that money could buy. I laid down on my silk sheets. Tomorrow, I was to go around the town, entering the poor people’s houses to see if there was anything I could take. I allowed my eyes to flutter close, almost smiling in anticipation of all the money that would await me. The next morning, I dressed finely in a satin dress, decorating my head, arms, and neck with gold and diamonds. I commanded my guards to protect the palace, and not to permit anyone to take anything I strolled down the streets, wrinkling my nose at the filthy houses and people. I had already looted everything from this section. I walked further past them to a river with a bridge. Crossing it would lead me to more houses with the possibility of more money. As I was halfway across the bridge, a glint caught my eye. Something shiny was reflecting the light. That meant money. I dived into the water, not taking off anything. It was all mine, I wouldn't let go of it. I pushed myself downward, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't reach it. I swan for what felt like hours, but I still didn't get it. I was so close, it was right in my grasp, but when I did get to it, it disappeared. I looked around in surprise. It was like it was never there. I felt myself getting dizzy. I needed air. But as I attempted to swim up, something was holding me back. It was like I couldn't move, suspended in place. Mt chest and my head seemed to weight me down, feeling heavier. It was all of the jewelry I had on. I ignored it, continuing to move my self up. It didn't work. The only option I had was to take all of it off and then swim, but I couldn't do that. I wouldn’t. It was mine, all mine, and I refused to let go of it. Eventually, my arms got tired. I couldn't move, even if I changed my mind. The last thing I saw as I sunk further into the depths of the river was the light of the sun, glittering like gold.

Dylan Radley

Here is a poem I wrote about the Holocaust but before you read you should know what the Hakenkreuz is. It is essentially what you think of when you hear the word swastika, but a swastika is an ancient symbol of good luck, while the Hakenkreuz or "hooked cross' is tilted to the side.

Memories
So many lost souls,
Extinguished by the mortiferous machinations of one man.
Taken at the onset of a red tide,
Slain in our homes,
some missed the train,
a death not quite in vain.

We can see your eyes,
Unburnt by the pyre of our brothers,
Your hair that shone,
Untouched by the ashes of the old and the young.
Smiles like beacons of naïve gaiety,
Untarnished by terror or misery
Your hearts,
Untainted by absolute anguish and agony.
Souls light and free,
Unburdened by genocide or torment.

We will remember you all,
Crushed by black boots,
Smothered by Sieg Heils.
Consumed by the red tide,
By the delusions of one,
Mercilessly massacred or mutilated,
Starved like beasts in cages,
Droves in the millions,
Coming to embrace their heavenly father,
who wore the Hakenkreuz.

George Burdick

Scream

You hear it now,
You'll hear it later.
It rips through your soul
Mercilessly, it hurts you.
And all you can do is add on
To the growing crescendo of pain.
You think you're immune.
You're wrong.
It savagely attacks you when you least expect it,
It rips everything from you.
And for what reason?
It feeds on pain,
And what do you think I feel everyday?
Making it grow stronger and stronger,
Without ceasing.
The pain forever grows stronger,
The pain of rejection hurts most of all,
The pain of betrayal follows.
How do I live through it all?
I don't.
I die inside every day,
Slowly counting down to the day my body rots,
After death,
To meet my soul in the emptiness of loneliness,
Of sorrow,
Of pain.
-From the deepest corners of my soul

Nicholas Jeske

Love; Outlawed

Welcome to Wild West,
Rangers on a hairpin trigger.
Strict statues in the holster,
empowered egos getting bigger.
A criminal comment;
"love can't be banned",
these lonely rangers say;
"its the law of the land.
They take me to the edge of town,
and push me away with a malicious grin.
i take the path that no man walks,
just to see my love again.
A criminal hidden by a cowl,
a cautious step into the town.
to avoid the rangers cautious eyes,
to the saloon make my way down.
Bust into the bar a stranger,
eyebrows raised and slightly bent.
meet eyes with the one i seek,
as her face lights up with merriment.
Then the sheriff bursts in the saloon,
a presence that could end a riot.
his beady black eyes locked with mine,
as the bar grew deadly quiet.
"you know the rules" he roared "love is outlawed
do you take me for a fool?"
i smirked "ill challenge that law of yours
if i can beat you in a duel."
he said "ill have you know son,
I've seen crooks come and go.
ill humor that little challenge of yours
and send you crying, just for show!"
we filed our way out the bar,
as spectators gathered with a watchful eye.
we took ten paces and stopped there silent,
as vultures circled the midday sky.
A clutch in the gravel,
we turned bout face.
i grabbed my golden six,
from out of its place.
flips it twice round,
as fast as a run.
and put one golden bullet,
up the barrel of his gun.
holstered my six as his flew a good yard,
then he fell down on his knees in tears.
then the dusty quiet saloon broke out,
roaring with praised laughter and cheers.
i spied my love,
who blew me a kiss.
that sheriff didn't know,
that i could never miss.
I walked to his defeat,
as my form stood above.
i told him one truth;
"you cant outlaw love."

Zachariah Morris

masks of plastic
made with dead eyes
all we wish
simply more lies
their are good people
people who care
people who think
and have things to share
but they live among
the empty and copied
it is a disease that spreads
and has no cure
what can be said
what can be done
it is hopeless to solve
if the infected are the aware

Aristotles Kontakos

Aniother Poem
Give her a feather, she's a parakeet
Some underworld spy or the wife of a husband
I got Indian blood and I fight with Cher
Because the night belongs to wives
Stunk inside these four walls
Frankenstein forever
Could I be a man in motion
Underneath is a parrot's wings
Gonna save all my songs to Microsoft.

Christine Kang

See

none of you will understand
what I see through my eyes
eyes of clean glass
only to be painted by illusions
illusions of fake hate
fake laughter
and while everyone wonders why I cry
I just know that they will never see
that bloody hell dripping down there faces
and everyday laughter drugs my eyes even more
until my sight becomes foggy with tears
none will see
I make them try,
but they cry only of problems with hope leading to a solution
there is no solution to the illusions in my eyes
make them stop
stop them from testing my surroundings
and though I scream this to my loved ones
I know that they will never
ever
forever
see what I see...

Nicholas Jeske

lacuna.

a sit back
and i think,
will i swim,
will i sink.
an adult bombardment,
gives me no time to think.
will i be- the same kid,
will my mind- have got rid,
of this lyrical nonsense
and things that i did.
the past can be helpful,
but people are scared,
of being truly honest,
and im not even dared,
by my friends,
nor my love,
not my teachers.
none of the above.
the things that bother me,
are there, but hard to see.
the struggle of others,
the blind contraversy.
they say that they try,
sit alone and they cry,
yet with all the complaints,
they give no reason why.
the pessemistic majority,
and the lack of priority,
hiding themselves,
under fear of authority.
yet its still not clear,
why they interfere,
with the rot they share,
its no longer clear.
and they dont understand,
when we offer a hand.
because they dont want help,
its attention they demand.

Aristotles Kontakos

A poem
You walked into the party
Like you were walking into a yacht
Your head strategically dipped below one eye
You scarpered with Africans
You had one eye in the mirror as
You watched yourself cavort.
By Paul Walker an Sam

Zachariah Morris

I know why the caged bird sings by Maya Angelou
A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

George Burdick

Soccer Ball

Why?
I follow all the rules
I'm not one of the tools
I stay quiet and still
I relax and chill
So why, why do I have to be beaten?
I'm kicked, I'm slapped
I'm tortured and trapped
And all I do is follow the rules.

Zachariah Morris

Eulogy:
I had friends -like any of yours
and what things we did together.
United by circumstance and common escape plans.
We met together, to play cops and criminals.
Hide and seek, from the bullies.
And this was our relationship.
These were people and nothing less.
We lived the same winters
as all else
yet
the face of the blizzard
that scowled upon us
wore a swastika and a heil.
There came one day
when I stayed home sick.
I left my friends
for but a second.
That day at school
They handed out our punishments.
I, well I was freed.
They paid my debt for me.

"EYE"

I own you
Electronic Eye
Cracked Gorilla Glass
Finder Brain

You complete me
Communication Device
Google Plus
Instagram

Facebook Friend Finder
MySpace (Remember That?)
Friendster
Edsby

You know me
Amazon Prime
User Profile
Ebay


You Want Me
“I am Not A Number”
“Who Is Number One?”
“You Are, Number Six”

You own me
Verizon Contract
MetaData
NSA

~Mr.Taylor

Society

Cowering in corners
like a dog in a cage
Beaten and broken
by undeserved rage
Bloodied and bruised
in bathroom stalls
Fearing each step
inside of school walls
Beaten at home
by father and mother
Deals with the pain
by torturing others
Weak at home
powerful at school
Bullies the younger
So they feel your pain too
Whispering girls
rumors are spread
Self hatred grows
you wish you were dead
Insults are flying
there's nothing to do
Until you get home
and take the pain out on you
Popular girls
get lots of guys
Not all of it wanted
and now they want to die
So insecure
because they were used
Takes it out on the shy
through verbal abuse
This is the society
that teens face everyday
We dream of utopia
but we don't change our ways
What kind of a wold
should a kid not feel safe?
At home or at school?
Or out on a date?
Through abuse and self harm
we take out our pain
No one gets help
so fear continues to reign
If we open our eyes
and hold out our hands
We'll put an end to this terror
I know that we can
If we learn to love one another
The hardship would be worth it
Because united as one
Our Society Would Be Perfect

-Phoebe Peeno

Someone once told me to always
live for the little things
in life.
Live for 5 am sunrises and 5 pm sunsets
where you'll see colors in the sky that
don't usually belong.
Live for road trips and bike rides
with music in your ears and
the wind in your hair.
Live for days when you're surrounded
by your favorite people who make you realize
that the world is not a
cold, harsh place.
Live for the little things because
they will make you realize that
this is what life is about,
this is what it means to be
alive.

Georgia Zapata~

(I think this is a poem?)

t's been quite a while,
Since I've laid it all out,
Like a big ol blueprint,
With my schemes all throughout.
Sometimes it goes well,
Never has been a dull day.
At least it's interesting,
Even if it doesn't go my way.
People are so unorthodox
The mind is never set in stone.
But unpredictable reactions,
Can only set the tone.
Perhaps I'm getting Bored.
It's been a long year.
But right now is not the time,
For me to be clear.
Ill keep things interesting,
While Playing this game.
String em like puppets,
Name after name.
But something evades me.
It's out of my mind.
A strange phenomenon,
Beyond my design.
It's not something bad,
And it keeps me at bay.
From being like this,
Saying things I shouldn't say.
And it's more than wonderful.
Beyond satisfaction,
More desirable,
Than people's reactions.
But that comes with a code.
A responsibility of sorts.
Preservation of its glory,
If it takes last resorts.
I should be upfront.
But nows not the time.
But when I'm fully honest.
It won't be a rhyme.

-Nicholas Jeske

A Confession

I go by many names,
Others have given to me,
But how I earned this reputation,
I cannot see.
Walking encyclopedia,
The living thesaurus,
An all knowing dictionary,
Just to name a few.
Along with these titles,
I am counted among the wise,
Begging as I may,
To be cut down to size.
Indeed I am flattered,
Yet I disagree,
Seeing myself as fickle or frivolous,
Not sage or assertive.
Is it my vocabulary?
Or every grade an A?
Perhaps I shall never know in all my days.
Now,
To boast is not my purpose,
But to express my confusion,
Over which I see as a delusion.
For what you see in me,
Is not what I believe.
Maybe I am blind,
Peering through the veil of self-doubt,
My view tarnished by the villainy of cynicism.
However,
I realize that to discover the truth,
Be it fell or freeing,
I mustn’t look within,
But about me.
~Dylan Radley

-Laughing with Moonlight Madness-
la,la la la la la
watching the flower grow
na, na na na na na
drunk on dreams ho ho
don't look at the screen
a nightmare it brings
turn around
time to shout
not awake but not in bed
no genius
he's long dead
it rains and the tears glisten
no surprise
their reflections listened
a doorway to heaven
to the starry dynamo
just don't leave my friends
hell without them
a beautiful person
loyal and stricken
not yet gone
thank the god's
I see the depths of humanity
imaging madness's rediscovery
but the angel has wings
a tool now obligatory
hair cascading
intelligence multiplying
hope lighting
confusing with a note of sophistication
and forever alluring
how funny
the drug of midnight more than potent
but not befuddling
the mind is still active
as are the hands
stating the obvious
more necessary than the complicated
so nice
so nice
drama and stupidity
that's me
how utterly frustrating
a girl so precious
held at bay by the author
for what reason
my awareness of the following
she's the beauty
I tamed the beast
she's silent
and I'm wary
how many hugs produce fictive feelings?
and how many does she desire
uncertainty
not of affection through me
but of the things she sees

~Zach Morris