For you I volunteer to cry
for you i volunteer in pain
cause you one in my heart

You ‘re my endlessly love
Although you have never understood
Will be downright of my love for you

Please baby look at me
don't avert your face for me
My true love just for you

Only you
Just for you
My deeply love just for you…

although you never care
But I’m sure you will
feel my Integrity of my heart one day

3....2....1,
Here we go again with the tepid tales of the space pirates. Trapped on maroon baloon, tra la la;
DAMAGE REPORT; AS READ BY FIRST MATE GREGSON;
Total engine power failure, crapped out deflector shields, (due to the fact that the Captain ordered all deflection power to the bow of the ship during the crash landing, basically breaking it, although in fairness it did save the groovy viewport.)

(I wrote this poem originally for the Metro "Poetry Bus" submission in Seattle. However, since writers could only submit one poem, and this one would most likely offend and not be published for an obvious reason, (because it is blatantly truthful), I decided to share my poem on this site instead. I also drew on inspiration form a previous poem that I submitted on this site).

A glint of silver cars, chariots,
sockeye swimming upstream.

High rises grow where towering
cedar once stood.

Chief Seattle's legacy now a hip city.
From Alki to Licton Springs,

In the shadows, we die minute by minute,
a barrage of shining silver cars, death's chariots,
calling like sirens on a desolate river.
Salmon swimming upstream, glinting silver
like armored knights going off to battle.
The sound of the forsaken, a distant rattle.

And for one old man, death rattles in his throat,
caught between words of wonder, thoughts of regret.
A barrage of silver cars swimming upstream,
like backs of sockeye journeying in a dream.
Death comes draped in blood red and business gray
and with the same detachment as a Wall Street trader.

NOTE :it is my first time to write something a little bit mature in content so sorry if it is a little bit jarring...but still hoping that you guys will like it!

You have caught my eyes

Moving carelessly along those lies

Through the strength of such forces

You have melted me

The curse such lasciviousness

          May have formed from every heartbeat

Crawling, feeling along those touches

          Of slow time feat

Singur is the great betrayal by a government of its people.

Singur is Marxism undone in one fell stroke.

Singur is unabashed corporate greed.

Singur is collaboration between agents of globalization and local government.

Singur is the great showdown between power and the people.

Singur is the underdog’s battle against sophisticated state machinery.

Singur is the police’s ultimate sadistic delight.

Singur is a mother’s moan over her son taken away by the police.

Singur is all wrongs and mistakes.

Singur is a burgeoning movement

The music slowed me down

Dreams wallowed on my crown

Shudders the world of drown

My sorrowful whispers

Of shattered sad whimpers

Have seep through deep dampers

The clarity of blur

Of the cutting recur

Of daring on such utter

The winding somber

Counting of such numbers

Dragged me into under

Breaking the frames of days

Have showed all different ways

On what lies and what lays

Dreaming of such endless

Of angels such careless

Different voices I kept on hearing

          Slowly eating me up alive

Condescending thoughts scorn my soul

Tricked, trapped, outraged

The awakening of emotions engaged

I fell, I was torn, destroyed

Slowly, slowly, slowly

Circling my mind

          Pain, torment, suffering

Unfaithful, enraged, broken

For in my thoughts dissipates

Insipid, plain, blank

With your touch I see

The yonder that breaks thee

Forever in fate lies in my heart

In every beat lays in you

With the grasp of every dream

In your soul, in your life

In you with such gleam

I have found peace

The way I have found you

The serenades of bliss

          Have fallen from rue

It had flicker

From the life’s wicker

Turning, elevating

To show what is deeper

All through out

WITCH WAY.
BY JOHN E. STERLING.

This School bus and me we just don't agree,
a yellow skinned beast full of chaos snd sticky.
The road from the School is wrapped in a forest,
I could have spent the day here instead of sitting that test.
I stare deep through the trees at a curious sight,
flashing and burning a bright Emerald light.
Then from out of the Blue came a Green lightning bolt,
screeching and screaming we came to a halt.