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Here are all my poems (in order from newest to oldest):
era 2 (current): the lowercase era
Era 1: The Starting-Out Era
A day in the life of a snowflakeI held a star up to my palms
Expecting nothing, not even alms
As the wind among the snow
Picked me up and let me goLet me be, yes, let me free
Let me fly, one with the wind
And set me down, atop the peaks
And let me fall, freely, in peaceAnd watch me as I turn rock solid
And freeze, and melt, and compact, and merge
Watch me now, as I fly from the grasp
Of grubby little human hands.And look at me as the sun starts to rise
A beacon of light, a source of heat
Of warmth, of love, of thermal energyAnd watch as I start to crystallise
And bounce back light into the sky
Expecting nothing, not even almsAnd see me, bear me, for what I really am
A lonesome configuration of hydrogen and oxygen
As the stars twinkle in the sky
As the darkness starts to rise
I hold a star up to my eyes
LightThe bioluminescent bay
Of flying fireflies
Light up the big blue beach shores
Like a serenading skyThe pictures, captures to take
At this nighttime moonglow bay
The flashes, snapshots, images
Of ten thousand lightning bugsThe many lightning bugs
Light up the world, even in dark
The seas of specks of light
What a wonderful, beautiful sight!
The Gods, sitting, smiling,
Bestowing their light onto our livesBe the light and salt of our world
Be the beacons of shining light
Be the fireflies that emanate
That serenading lightBe the sight to be captured onto photos
Or into memory, anything goes
Be the nighttime moonglow bay
A candle of hope in someone’s darknessOr be whatever you want to be
Flying freely, like lightning bugs
Illuminating your life, serving as
A beacon for another.
A shining example, a role model
That lights the way for others to follow
Hour after hourHour after hour
I stare into the sky and wonder
If my life would have been better
If I’d chosen any otherHour after hour
I sit below the trees and ponder
Wondering if the sorry seas of time
Can take me back — rewindHour after hour
I sit upon my bed and suffer
Suffering — knowing full well
I’d brought this all upon myself
And that I would give anything
To break out of the seams
Of the carefully constructed mess
I’ve made — a personal trapHour after hour
I dive into my dreams and wonder
Wondering if there is a way
For me to escape from this personal bloodbath
This fest of me tearing myself apart
These thoughts just ripping me to shredsHour after hour
I look at the clocking going tick-tock
As the second-hand passes the minute
As the minute-hand passes the hour
I tell myself I don’t want to think
I tell myself I don’t want to ponder
I tell myself all I want is to sail into the seas
And sink, adrift
Do you see me?Do you see me for what I want to be?
Do you see me, the way I want to be seen?
Or do you see me for what I am within the eye?
Do you really see me solely for my outer shell?
Or do you not see me? Do you not notice me?
Do you try all you can, just so you can avoid me?Do you hear me, for what I have to say?
Do you hear me, for what I have in my mind?
Or do you listen to me, just to preserve my feelings?
Do you listen to me, because of what you see?
Or do you just not bother? Does it not faze you?
Or do you try the best you can just to block the noise?Do you feel what I feel, for you like these cosy feeling?
Do you feel what I feel, for we share the same desires?
Or do you feel what I feel, because you want something to feel?
Do you feel what I feel, for what you see within the eye?
Or are you simply content with all that is laid out for you?
Are you content with the dull and dreary life this world has in store?Do you notice me, for I’m important to you?
Do you notice me, for what I want to be?
Or do you notice me, solely because I’m there?
Do you notice me, for the sake of doing so?
Or do you not notice me?
Do you not see me?
Do you not hear me?
Do you not feel what I feel?
Or could it be that it’s not what you feel?
Could it be that you just don’t feel?
Freestyle DrillsFreestyle drills
An exercise in rhythm
Of movement, of patience,
of rigidity, of fluidityFreestyle drills
An exercise in technique
Of expertise, of discipline
A mere matter of skillFreestyle drills
The top notch of the team
The endurance, the ability
The flow, the strength, the energyFreestyle drills
Just move it to the beat
And if you time it just right
You will be the star of the show