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Okay, I figured this could go one of two places: here, or OT. So if it should go into OT, I'm sorry. Enjoy!

Poem 5A.

The insanity
Of humanity
In all its religious glory,
And the morality
And the barbarity
Of closed-mindedness.
The conformity
And the deformity
Of sheltered lives
All
The time we are wasting
And the times we are facing
Are not in vain
Cuz the hate we are breeding
And the fear we are keeping
Are passed down to our
Kids
Who see all and know all
Are corrupted, then, by all
The so-called “role-models”
Who ad for the malls,
Our major downfalls,
Cuz we can’t keep clear
Minds
Are to be cherished
And not to be perished
Why?
For knowledge, we carried,
And knowledge, we married,
To keep ourselves
Sane
Is an overrated word
That all of us have heard
Much
More than we want to
But know that we love to
Keep it in our
Heads
Rolling on the battlefields
Knowing what it will yield
Being
Death becoming life
Born once more into strife
Of
What we like to call the world
Not all our plans unfurled
Yet
When we are surprised
That people tell us lies
We chew them up like
Dogs
Are commonly known as
Man’s best friend (my ass!)
But
Cats are to be oppressed
Along with women and the rest
Or so we once thought
In
A previous humanity
Leading to today’s insanity.

Try making the first line of your poems the title. Simple.

Very good poem , verilon. Very good indeed.

IG-88E wrote:Try making the first line of your poems the title. Simple.

It doesn't work that way. I just plain don't title my poems. It DOES have a title, I just have to find the notebook where it is, first.

mew.

Yes, I am evil.

verilon wrote:It doesn't work that way. I just plain don't title my poems. It DOES have a title, I just have to find the notebook where it is, first.

ROFL. Jeez, you lose everything, don't you Verilon? First it was the beginning of your story and now the title of the posem? (which is good, BTW) I can't wait to see what you misplace next.

IG-88E wrote:

verilon wrote:It doesn't work that way. I just plain don't title my poems. It DOES have a title, I just have to find the notebook where it is, first.

ROFL. Jeez, you lose everything, don't you Verilon? First it was the beginning of your story and now the title of the posem? (which is good, BTW) I can't wait to see what you misplace next.

Well, I have to actually *get* to my notebook. I know where it is....

You mean it's buried?

IG-88E wrote:You mean it's buried?

No....I just have to go to my room. I will as soon as I eat lunch, which will be real soon, as I have abother class in an hour, and don't wanna go hungrythru it. Besides, my dorm is a five minute walk away from the food. And a ten minute walk away from my class. I can afford to be five minutes late. I think I'll survive. I'll be posting again in about 2.15 hours after whenever I get off.

Okay, I found the title for it. It's called Poem 5A.

Damn, these things don't like indents...grr...

Poem 4C.

The clairvoyant's wish—
to be understood.
The reality of dibelief.

What more to want,
than Tarot, and Palms,
The Foresight and Runes?

Always more than what is known
clairvoyant's wish—
Always wnating the connection.

A Fundamentalist's greatest enemy,
a heretic in all the rights—
Keeping straight the beliefs so true.

Open-minded, no longer closed,
the Fundie's wish—eliminate.
Disbelieveing my clairvoyancy.

Poem 4B.

Keep it going, let it go.
You know I hate you, just let it go.
Until the end, we'll let it go.
And if you hurt me, I'll let it go.
Do one thing wrong, I'll let it go.
Keep it going, we'll let it go.
Just keep on playing, just let it go.
And if you feel it, let it go.

Poem 4A.

Destruction into light,
Destruction into dark,
The arrow, again,
Ha smissed it's mark.

Death in the light,
Deaht in the dark,
Of friends, all my friends,
With warnings they do not hark.

Lifr in the light,
life in the dark,
Of foes, all my foes,
That keep me from my lark.

Beguiling in the light,
Beguiling in the dark,
The family shows the way,
To throw them at my mark.

Disguiising the light,
Disguising the dark,
She finds another way
To yet keep me from you.

Poem 3A.

Trying to find a dark corner to hide in--with no success.
Somewhere that I can seclude myself--with no success.
Many a person, I'd rather them gone.
But then the few that'd never leave my side.
And then those I can talk to whenever I feel alone.
My goal is to be rid of those that would ruin my life--
To be rid of those idiots that create my ultimate pains.
But also to be close to those I admire, those that I care about.
But also to be with those that I could have give me pleasure,
Unfortunately, without these idiots, my life would be nothing--it would mean nothing at all.

Your method is better than Emily Dickinson, who never titled her poems. Thus, the first lines are generally used to reference her poetry.

Thanks. And all these poems are also in Shinova's thread. I will be putting all the rest in there.