Worked on 5 new poems today,posted them on my blog,but will also post them and their descriptions here.
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So I wanted to test my hand at poetry once again. I have proved I can write long poems, but I wanted to try a few shorter ones to see if I can get the same lvl of passion from them I did from my longer ones.

So I decided to write 5 short poems that are all related to one another. It is a story of two lovers who souls meet through out time and even in the afterlife. Despite the love they have for one another it always ends in sorrow and torment for them. They never have memorys of their past meetings in life,only a feeling,the feeling of love that transcends space and time that always seems to reunite the two souls and also reunite them with true torment.
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Love Hurts by savage genius

A caveman can be seen exhausted after a long day of work covered in sweat and dirt.
A man with no sense of emotion,only instincts of survival his existence and purpose is quite simple.
Suddenly a flash of light blinds him as it fills the room with such brightness.
Out of the light comes a girl who looks nothing like anything from this time period.
The caveman is scared and panics at first and starts to retreat and as he goes to run the girl calls out to him.
The caveman stops in his tracks and is not sure why, whatever it was that she said to him made him feel at ease and trust her.
They Spent a great deal of time together as she observed the caveman's way and as the caveman was experiencing real emotions for the first time,but unable to understand them completely.

In truth this girl was from the future and was merely on an assignment to study the people of the past,yet she started to fall in love with her subject.
The caveman was also indeed in love with the scientist even tho he didn't fully understand what love was.
She knew he would not survive in her world so she decided to throw everything away and stay in this time period with him.
True love indeed,however this could not be as it would destroy the fabric of time as we know it.
Another beam of light blinded the room and two oddly dressed men appeared and while the caveman was blinded attempted to take her back, she resisted and was killed in the dramatic scuffle.
The caveman's vision came back in time only to see her lifeless body being dragged by two men as they vanished back into another blinding flash.
The caveman fell to his knees in sadness and even tho he could not possibly understand complexity of what had truly happened here, he finally did understand love.

The source of both true happiness and true sadness.
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The love that could never be by savage genius

A clash of steel could be seen from a great distance in the darkness.
The moon was full,blood sprayed through the air making a crimson aura.
Another lifeless body falls to the floor as a lone swordsmen fights ferociously towards a tower.
Off in the distance the tower can be seen glowing in the moon as a beautiful girl sits at the top of it praying for the safety of the lone warrior.
Dozens of men already slayed and a dozen more lined up,this warrior would cut threw an army if need be to reach the one he loved.
What could possibly drive this person to such extents for a simple emotion known as love.

The warrior approaches the tower,bloody and tired from the fighting.
He ascends the tower dealing with what little remaining guards stand in between him and his love.
Finally the final guard is killed and the warrior kicks in the door and sees the radiant aura of his love.
He approaches and embraces his love and suddenly without warning a arrow is shot into his back piercing his heart.
He falls lifelessly to the floor looking up one last time at the girl he loved more then anything.
The girl cried out in sorrow and grabbed his sword and slit her throat before the guards were able to stop her as chamber maidens screamed in horror
Two lovers who only wanted to be held in one anothers arms lay cold and lifelessly atop one another in a pool of blood.

For this was the reality of a love so pure,so powerful,but it was ultimately a love that could never be.

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Virtual Love by savage genius

A love so passionate that it would be the envy of everyone.
Every compliment was said sincerely and every laugh was genuine.
These two lovers could talk endlessly for hours and forget all the troubles of their lifes.
Their bond only grew more each day,an iconic representation of true love.
A love so pure,so exciting,so perfect could it really be real?
Sadly no it could not as the two lovers were simply communicating in cyberspace.

The emotions they felt were real or were they?
These two lovers had never met and had no realistic way of ever meeting.
These lovers knew this and both tragically chose to never truly become involved romantically and simply stay friends.
In fact despite both lovers sincerely being in love with the other,neither of them had the guts to tell the other that they loved em.
Forever the two would never know the other one truly loved them.
They were truly happy with one anothers company in virtual reality and wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
However they were both forever trapped in web of sorrow and regret as they both were left to forever wonder about the love that never was.

A love so pure and divine,a love that would never be.
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A World With Out Love by savage genius

Flying cars speed by with no cares in the world.
Technology is at what many would consider the peak of perfection.
The people have plenty of toys, but emotions are another story.
In a world with instant gratification in all areas imaginable what need does one have for useless emotions.
I walk along as the drone that I am and float through life with out a care.
Everyone is self reliant there is no need to be close to another person.

Everyday is the same monotone routine from sunrise to sunset.
One can travel through life and get by perfectly on their own.
Even with no need for feelings I often felt a longing for something or perhaps someone.
A girl of great beauty and who makes my heart skip a beat suddenly walks by me.
We both stop and slowly turn to one another and look into each others eyes as if in some sort of daze.
We then turn back around and continue to walk on,for this is a world where emotions are no longer needed.
So there was no need for the joy and the sorrow of love.

For better or worse, this is the world with out love.
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The Eternal Sorrow by savage genius

The smell of blood is thick in the air and floats around in a mist like form.
The wailing screams of the tormented souls can be heard echoing from all corners.
There is no pleasure here, only misery of the up most severity can be found here.
An ocean of obsidian covers the land as far as the eye can see.
My soul seems to be entrapped in one piece of the obsidian and the same can be said for all the other souls unfortunate enough to find themselves here.
Yet I feel no sorrow or torment almost at ease in this place,unable to remember my past life with out a care in the world.

I can feel a great prescence descending towards me, a women whose aura is one of sorrow.
The mistress of torment who rules over this place appears before me with a grin.
How is it that you are not feeling eternal misery you pathetic obsidian shard she remarked.
I couldn't answer all I could think is I must have experienced even greater sorrow in my previous life.
She laughed and said so that's what it is and with a flick of her wrist I was able to feel the emotion known only as love.
Another obsidian shard off in the distance suddenly called out to me,it was the soul of the one I loved.
I would now spend eternity staring and unable to reach out to the girl I loved as she screams out in sorrow and torment for me to hold her.

So close yet so far from the one you love,this truly is a place of eternal sorrow.

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I like gothic things, romance that ends in a dramatic way showing happy endings are not as common as people wish they were.

I felt it would be fun to explore that useing the theory of souls and reincarnation. Two souls that are true lovers that always find each other even tho their love ultimately ends in tragidy. Iregardless of the time period and even in the afterlife nothing will keep them apart,but forever are the cursed with sorrow and torment. True love that always end in pain is there any greater tradgidy.

Savage Genius, you are a good writer! You should make a poetry book or something, I like your poetry!



Also, both of my blogs:
onigiridanmaku.tumblr.com
dadadadadadadadadadadafullcombo.blogspot.com

The Tumblr isn't poetry, though. But it's writing!

I am NORIKO.
I am worthless.
I cannot do anything.
I am stupid.
I am bad.
I am awkward.
I am lazy.
I am slow.
I am a blob.
Be a blob with me.
Please, pretty please?
You and I could be blobs together.
We could roll anywhere we want
Because we are glorious.
Glorious blobs.
No one can stop us.
I am NORIKO.
I am a blob.
I can do anything.

Thanks for the compliment norikon. Always nice to hear people enjoy somthing I wrote more so on my poetry because I honestly never thought of myself as much of a poet . As for a book, I was actually thinking of writing a book at some point just because I like writing period, a poem book that would defenitly take alot of work tho atleast for me,could be very fun to I suppose haha

I like your poem as well. Hey I would gladly be a blob with you rather then just be another normal person like anyone else .

Triumphantly, we stand
Glaring at the world.
We're the worst but
We're better than they.
They don't even know.
They don't even care.
Do we even care?
We are warriors--How now?
The world is our litterbox.
We are housecats.
Gao gao!

So I have been very bored last few days just thinking alot about life and such. Inspired me to write a poem,even made a picture to go with it. Basicly the poem is about choosing between life and death and to add a gothic flare to it I give the illusion that both life and death are two beautiful women. So yeah it was fun to write,hope you guys enjoy it.

http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTK2tWYMnmo/S4pcRBZjIbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7ljoIx34h5g/s1600-h/lifeisabitch.jpg

Life is a bitch by savage genius

"Life is a cold hearted bitch,a cruel mistress that only cares about herself.
No matter how much effort you put into her,she will spit on you and not be happy.
She will fuck things up when they are going good and stand there and laugh when things are going bad.
Life hates me and I hate her, yet I cling on to her and hold on tightly as if I loved her.
I wish I could love her and relax in her arms and feel at ease as time flows by.
However I can never take my eyes off her as I know she is always looking at a chance to stab me in the back anytime I let my guard down.

What does she want from me I ponder, does she wish for me to take refuge with the enchanting lady known as death.
No it can't be as when ever I stare at lady death,life grabs a hold of me and cries in my arms begging me not to leave her.
As alluring as the lovely death is and oh so mysterious with her long flowing black hair,something drives me to keep hanging onto the bitch that is life.
I hate her so,but I keep hope one day she will open her heart up to me and we can have a true loving relationship.
I know its all for not tho, life is abusive and cruel as it is simply her nature.
I can only imagine what lady death can offer me as she seems so cold,so empty,yet so pure at the same time.

I stand alone on a path directly in between life and death,both calling towards me in their most sincere soothing voices.
Death tells me it will only hurt for a little bit and then together we shall stay in a void of nothingness together forever.
The offer tempts me, a little pain for just a few moments and then spending eternity in her cold arms feeling nothing wouldn't really be that bad when I truly think about it.
Life then calls out to me, don't leave me, I am nothing with out you please stay with me forever.
I laugh and say forever, never mind the fact you treat me like your whipping boy,however even you know one day regardless of my feelings towards you lady death will take me from you so what difference does it make if I go with her now.
Life began to weep and then proceeded to tell me her true feelings, I had never seen this side of life before.

Life then spoke to me these words, I am a bitch and I will not deny this however death is no better.
Everyone I grow close to is taken away from me by death eventually as she is a jealous whore, so I try not to grow to attached to the souls who choose to stay in my company.
I may treat them horribly and seem like a cold hearted bitch and in truth it is because I am,but yet I still love them just like I love you with all my heart.
I know we don't see eye to eye and are at each others throats constantly, I except my half of the responsibility however you should except your half as well.
Our relationship is one of constant pain,but even you must admit when we get along there is no greater feeling in the world as it is pure Ecstasy.
Death will embrace you with her icy hug eventually as you said,so why rush towards her now and throw away any chance we have of finding true happiness together.

I thought about her long winded speech and looked over to death who simply looked at me and had nothing to say and simply stood there with her arms open for me to embrace her.
Death you truly are a women of beauty and as tempting as it is to get out of this abusive partnership with life,you and I will dance sooner or later so I will see you then and no sooner.
Death smiled at me and said so be it mortal,my door is always open tho so feel free to come embrace me whenever you want I will always be there for you.
I smiled back and said I know you will death and I look forward to the day we do embrace,but for now I must love life with all my heart and try to make it work.
It may be all in vain and end up being a waste of time,but I guess in the end I truly am a glutton for punishment I will stay life's slave and endure the pain and keep hoping the small pleasure I get grows into something even greater over time.
I walked over to life and embraced her with a heartfelt hug and she hugged me tightly back and then proceeded to knee me in the crotch making me fall over in pain and then spit on me.

As I laid there in pain I could see it in her twisted eyes she really did love me and some reason I still loved her, life is a bitch however I choose to be her bitch until the day death's jealousy grows and she snatches me away from life ."

Wrote another poem, guess I am in a poem mood haha. This one deals with suicide ,I thought it would be fun to explore that aspect in the form of a poem.

" I am a ghost by savage genius.

Like a flash of lightning in the dark my life was gone in the blink of an eye.
I am now dead and time has stopped,but was I really ever alive to start with?
I now walk the earth as something that dwells in between the realms of life and death.
Unable to interact with my surroundings and the people who pass me by.
I can feel their every thoughts,from their greatest joys to their greatest sorrows.
I see things that I can only dream about experiencing and wonder where exactly was it my life went so wrong.
Its easy to point fingers and cast the blame on something or someone,but ultimately it was I alone who chose this path.

I was unable to deal with the stress of the world I simply chose to vanish into nothingness.
It's not as if I was alive to start with as I just floated one day to the next with out feelings or a care in the world.
Now I float around and observe the world the same as I always have.
People are funny creatures and their actions are at times quite random and logic can not simply be used to solve them.
Everyone has ups and downs in life and everyone handles them differently.
It is how we handle our life that defines who we are as a person and how we make our mark on the world.

I am now nothing except for a forgotten ghost, my mark was never left on the world and it never will be.
We are all mortals,but it is through our actions that we become immortal in the memories of others.
Who the hell will remember me, I don't even remember myself.
No one knows that I existed or really cared,even I wonder if I truly existed.
Was it because I was scared,weak,or is it just because I simply did not believe in myself that I ended up like this.
All of that is irrelevant tho as I am now simply a ghost with no future.

My body is not dead tho, it is simply laying lifelessly and cold awaiting my return.
Even if I return to my body tho what difference would it really make.
I am just as much of a ghost in my body then I am when I am out of my body when I truly think about.
My body is right there within reach,yet I feel so far away and distant from it as if it were miles away.
Won't some one wake me up and make me feel alive,lie to me and tell me every thing is alright.
No one is coming, no one cares, and time is running out.

This would be the part where my life flashes before my eyes if I actually had a life.
Where I would see the faces of all my loved ones and watch all my dreams fall apart.
Except I never had any loved ones or any dreams for that matter.
Isn't this a part where some beautiful girl enters the room and kisses my body and gives me reason to wake back up.
A girl that for whatever reason loves me more then life itself and tells me she can't live with out me.
Of course not, this isn't fantasy this is simply reality in all its painful glory.
There is no happy ending here,no words of inspiration here,there is no meaning to any of this.

I am a ghost,hallowed be thy name and shallow be thy grave."

Wrote another one haha,guess I am on a poem spree atm or just really really bored. Gonna copy and paste my description I put on my blog of it.

"So in the theme of gothic poems I wanted to write a poem dealing with a couple that was truly deeply in love with one another and on one tragic night it all fell apart and during an argument our main character kills his beloved in a fit of rage with out thinking about his actions. Then as he returns to reality he realizes what he has done and feels nothing but true sorrow and torment as he sees what he has done and knows there is no way to turn back the clock and undo what he has done. He must now forever live with his sin and live with the guilt of taking the life of the one person he loved more then anything. As for the characters name,well I am obviously spoofing the name annabell lee as to not directly copy it haha. As for why laura lee well I don't know it sounded best I guess, I mean dora lee, flora lee, cora lee wait that one is actually kind of cool damnit!"

Laura Lee by savage genius

"Who was it that first introduced us that night under the star filled sky.
Who was it that said our love was the real thing and would last forever.
Who could have imagined a love so pure and great could be possible.
Who could have dreamed our love would end in such sorrow and tragedy.
Who will pick up the pieces of my broken and shattered heart.
Who will fill the void that is left behind now that the lovely Laura Lee has departed.

What have I done to deserve such a horrible hand dealt out to me.
What have I done to make everything go so terribly wrong.
What was that emotion that overwhelmed all my senses and made me act with out thinking.
What was the meaning behind my laughter and smile as I held the bloody knife.
What will the people say when the truth of what happened here tonight is discovered.
What will become of my tortured soul with out the companionship of the lovely Laura Lee

When was it that we first exchanged our vows and declared our love.
When was it when I looked into your eyes and promised you the world.
When did we decide that we would spend eternity together.
When did it all suddenly fall apart and go so wrong.
When will I forget about the sin I have committed here tonight.
When will I forgive myself for taking the life of the lovely Laura Lee.

Why has god allowed such a horrible act to be committed.
Why has god forsaken me in my hour of need.
Why am I unable to stop my tears from flowing down my face.
Why am I unable to look myself in the mirror and face the truth of what I did.
Why did our love dissolve so rapidly in what seemed to be the blink of an eye.
Why did I let my hate consume me and take the life of the lovely Laura Lee.

Where was all of my logic and wisdom when I acted so rabidly.
Where was the power of love when I needed it the most.
Where do I proceed on the path of life from here.
Where do I go to find peace and resolve.
Where will I go to atone for my sin that was committed on this dark night.
Where will I find true love with out the lovely Laura Lee.

How can I live with myself after murdering my one true love, the lovely Laura Lee."

Two new poems. Acta non verba is latin for somthing,look it up and the poem will make sense to you . Monster is about a serial killer.
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Acta Non Verba by Savage Genius

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Monster by Savage Genius

"I tore out his heart and watched his lifeless body fall to the floor.
I slit her throat and drank the blood as it dripped from my knife.
I made him beg for his life before I sliced off his head with my axe.
I laughed in amusement as she hung from the rope slowly dieing of strangulation.
I kill without logic or reason and without mercy or pity.
I live for the thrill of the kill and take delight in the suffering of others.

You there, yes you, don't try to hide I can see you watching me.
Fine don't answer me,but I know you can hear me so listen closely.
To you I must appear as some sort of cold hearted killer, a real monster.
You would be wrong tho if that was in fact what you were thinking.
No my dear observer, for the true monster is the one you refer to as god.
Who else,but a monster would make such a fucked up world that is filled with so many miserable people whose prayers go unanswered day in and day out.
Where was god when I curb stomped the waitress from the bar or when I set fire to the orphanage.
He simply turned his back on you and everyone else who believes in him.

Who is the real monster , the one who commits the violent act or the god who allows the violent act to happen.
I may cause pain and suffering,but it was god who allowed such sensations to exist in the first place.
So now I turn to you with my hand gripped firmly on my knife and you with no place to run, your time has come to an end.

I simply must ask you tho, where is your god now?"

The Box by Savage Genius

"A being of great power walks this world with a purpose that is incomprehensible by the modern man.
The people do not know where he came from or why he came to this world.
In what could only be described as magic,with in a instant the world was thrown into chaos.
Some places were engulfed in a fiery flames while others were frozen over in ice.
Hurricanes and earthquakes of epic proportion ravaged the land.
Countless lifes were lost in the blink of an eye,those that remained alive could only stand and look in awe.

How could the world recover from such a catastrophe,its hard to say however the world is quite resilient when it comes to the Apocalypse it seems.
The world has been destroyed twenty four times so far by the creature simply known as savage genius.
No one knows where he originally came from and why he continues to be reborn.
He appears with out warning and simply destroys the world as if it was his only purpose.
There is no documentations or information available about this savage only the legend that the few survivors pass down that slowly are forgotten as the years go by and the world rebuilds.
Upon completing the destruction of the current world the savage vanishes for some time as the world rebuilds,only to emerge again once true societies are formed.
He then randomly appears before a person,the prophecy claims the person he appears before is the chosen one.

In truth this person is not chosen because they are special,the savage is really quite random in his selection.
He appears before the person and stops time momentarily and offers them a choice, a choice that will effect the entire world.
He pulls a box from thin air and tells the chosen one that inside this box is the greatest power in the universe.
From this power comes the ultimate pleasure and the ultimate pain,yet there is simply one object in the box.
The power in this box will make life worth living,but at the same time it will make living extremely painful.
What is inside this box that is so powerful,isn't it obvious,it is the power known as love.

Yes love, the source of ultimate happiness and ultimate sadness.
The emotion which all other emotions spawn from.
The emotion that changes the fabric of reality as we know it.
The emotion that eventually causes the world to fall apart in ruins and forces it to start over as the power always ends up being to much for mankind to handle.
The concept of love is explained in full detail to this person and they get to experience the emotion for them self.
They are then asked if they accept this box and all of its power for better or worse,do they accept this power for all of mankind.

The overwhelming sensation of love always convinces the person to say yes and in all honesty they would be a fool to choose no.
Life with out love and emotions really isn't life at all,it is through love that life has meaning.
Yet it is because of this power that the world is filled with so much sorrow and torment and ultimately is destroyed.
So what will it be a world with no emotion and no meaning or a world with love and sorrow, a world with meaning and purpose?
Think wisely mortal before you open this box,the fate of the world will be determined by your choice.

How do I know all of this,I am savage genius, the person who creates and destroys this inhumane and beautiful world time and time again.
Am I a god? I laugh at the thought of such nonsense.
No I am not god nor do I know god or even know if god exists.
I don't even know the reasons behind my own existence nor do I really care.
I simply watch the world as if it were my playground and reconstruct it when I feel it has hit rock bottom.
It's not that I don't enjoy watching pain and suffering, I did unleash the power of love on this world after all.
There simply comes a point when the world is so fucked up that not even I can handle watching you humans wade about in your own muck.

Enjoy your lifes while you still can mortals, the world is near its breaking point once again.
My Twenty-fifth rebirth will be upon the world very soon.
If I had to guess at the rate you fools are fucking the world up you all have two years left at best.
Mark my words I will come tho and there is nothing you can do to stop me.
Everything will be destroyed and only a few lucky people or perhaps unlucky depending on your point of view will survive.
Who knows tho maybe you will be one of the survivors who can then claim to have witnessed the end of the world and then help rebuild it.
You may even be the chosen one who gets to decide if the box of love will be opened and unleashed on the world once again.

Can you resist the power of love, I already know the answer altho perhaps you will be the one to prove me wrong,but for now simply enjoy what time you have left."

Savage Genius, I"m jealous at how much you're able to write. You must have one creative as hell mind! I am very jealous!

Haha yeah if theres one thing I have always had it would be a creative mind . I'm actually taking your idea you suggested to me, to write a poem a book. I mean I have always wanted to write a book so may as well start off with somthing simple and do a book of poems. Plan atm is 25 poems and I have about 17 written so far all diffrent styles,but the overall theme of the book is love,but focused in a gothic manner. So its like a study of all sides of love from the good and the bad. Its just somthing to do for fun and its not like I have anything else going on in my life atm so may as well do somthing worthwhile.

Not claiming to be that great of a poet or even a good one,but so far the majority of people who have read my work liked what they read it seems. So if nothing else I can atleast claim I wrote a book even if it turns out to be a shitty book .

Savage Genius, I"m sure people will love your book. You can publish is at Lulu.com for free, that's what cheatar1 and I did. Then you just post the link to your book everywhere and voila, customers! Though no one will buy it unless you physically force them. No matter how much I asked, no one bought mine except for cheatar1 and myself. But I think if you have readers of your blog they will buy it for sure!

Thanks for the words of encouragement norikon . Also thank you for the link I will check that place out.

Anyway heres two more poems, in truth this is one poem however I had an idea for my book to break it in to two parts. Not a direct cut in half tho, just take a look and you will see how the two poems hold up well enough on their own,but when read back to back they make more sense.
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The Fool's Note(The bottom of the page is missing) by savage genius

"Heed my warning who ever stumbles upon this note.
I seek to warn you about a weapon of mass destruction.
A force so powerful that it will cause the world to end.
Don't be fooled by this power it will at times make you feel invincible.
However it will also cause you the most severe pain and torment imaginable.
It will open a flood gate of many other emotions that will only cloud your judgement.

It is from this power that hate is able to form and from hate comes from fear.
Fear eventually leads to war and war leads to destruction on a mass scale.
This power is extremely dangerous and humans have no right messing with it.
There is no stable way to control it and even in the most skilled hands it will spiral into something dark and twisted.
I have experienced this power personally and despite the pleasure it brought me the pain it eventually gave me overshadowed any positive feelings I had.
Some would say this power is what makes life worth living,but do you really want to live in a world filled with pain and sorrow?

I have seen this power destroy many of lifes and cause torment that you can't even begin to imagine.
I made a horrible mistake by accepting this power and now feel responsible for the worlds eventual destruction.
I doomed us all when I chose to accept this power on the behalf of all mankind.
It is to late to undo the past,but perhaps this note will be able to save the future.
If time suddenly stops and suddenly a man approaches you with a twisted smile on his face."
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The Lost Verse by savage genius

"Do not accept his gift, do not except the box that contains the power of love.

This tyrant,this devil, this savage is not your friend or the friend of mankind.
He calls him self a genius and in truth he is, a mad genius who treats this world as nothing more then his personal playground.
He let me experience the power of love for myself and despite his warnings of what it can turn into the sensation was so overwhelming I selfishly accepted the gift and doomed the world.
This is a sin that I must bare for the rest of my days and live with the guilt of knowing what a horrible curse I unleashed upon us all.
I can only pray that this note is able to survive and the people of the future can avoid making the same mistake that I have.
I know this all for naught tho,even if this note stands the test of time,whoever reads it will just laugh think it was simply a note of nonsense left by a simple fool.

That would be a true statement tho, I am the fool that has doomed mankind with the power of love."

My book is now complete,minus touching it up and making sure everything is perfect,you can read more about that at my blog and look at the whole outline and order of my book and such. The descriptions for each of these poems are also on the site in older entrees.

I will post the remaining poems I wrote for it here tho since I posted all the other ones here already.
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Lucky Number 7 by savage genius

"From the moment I was born my destiny was already decided.
The son of a rich tycoon who believed everything and everyone could be bought.
Solid Gold plates and servants at my every beckon call.
All the latest and greatest toys as a child and all the latest and greatest technology as a young adult.
Only the best education that money could buy and more beautiful women then I knew what to do with.
I am truly the luckiest man on the planet.

Only everything I have just said is one huge lie.
In truth I am living a life of poverty.
My parents brought me into this world and made me fend for myself.
My only education was what I learned on the streets as I was trying survive.
I would starve sometimes for days and pray I could find a warm place to sleep at night.
I am truly the unluckiest man on the planet.

Oh sorry once again,that was all one huge lie as well.
In truth I am just another working class nobody.
I have no unique skills of my own or no interesting storys to tell.
Everything from my parents to my education was as basic as basic could be.
I am average looking and just average in every way possible.
No I really am telling the truth this time,but I understand if you doubt me.

I like to pretend I had all the luck in the world and at other times pretend I had the worst luck in the world.
In all honesty good luck or bad,its better then no luck at all.
My life has no meaning so what purpose does luck of any sort have with me.
I am as invisible in the work place as I am in the world of romance.
Why do I stay alive when there are people out there who for whatever reason are blessed with all the luck in the world.
Well what right do I have to complain when there are even more with a worse life then mine filled with the worst luck possible.

If you want more in life you appear greedy and selfish, but if you complain about life you appear selfish and ungrateful.
I will forever simply be stuck in mediocrity.
I will work my ass off to be able to afford enough just to scrape by in life.
While mr lucky will sit back and drink wine and have more money then he could spend in ten life times.
I will at least be staying alive tho and have a place to call home.
While mr unlucky wastes away under a bridge wondering why life hates him so much.

Who is it that decides what kind of luck a person is destined to have.
Who is it that decided a person's destiny should be decided by the luck of the draw.
Why can't we all prosper with good luck and live fantasy lifes.
Why can't we all suffer with bad luck and live lifes filled with sorrow and torment.
How come its not me living the high life of fame and fortune.
How come its not me dieing of starvation out on the streets.

Perhaps my luck will change one day for better or worse and my life will at least have some meaning."
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The Ravings of a Madman by savage genius

"Listen and listen well if you value this world.
I have seen the future and I know what destruction awaits us all.
A man will rise from the ashes of some poor tormented heart broken fool.
He will then survey the world with a twisted grin and let loose a insane laugh.
This man will raise his hands and in a instant the world will be thrown into complete chaos.
You must turn off your hearts and abandon the curse that is love for the sake of the world!

Love is what gives him his power, with out love this savage can not exist!"
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The Book of Sorrow by savage genius

"A book that can only be described as being from another world washed up on the shore.
The cover was made of flesh and the words were written in blood.
It appears to document the meetings of two souls, two soul mates who are deeply in love with one another to be exact.
It appears their love for one another is so strong they keep finding one another through out time as they are reborn time and time again.
However it seems their love always ends in pain and tragedy.
This book is nothing more then a collection of their sorrow.

Who would make such a book or perhaps I should be asking who was able to keep track of these two souls and write about it in such detail.
Clearly it must be from another world as no human could live this long to constantly witness their reuniting.
Wait for all I know this could be just a book some one wrote as a joke or a simple story.
I am not even sure I believe in the concept of souls let alone reincarnation.
Yet I get this overwhelming feeling that the storys inside this book are in fact real.
I can't explain it however the storys inside speak to my heart in such a way I can not put it down and stop reading.

Please excuse me as I wish to sit here alone and continue reading about these two tragic soul mates,but I can't help but wonder why such sorrow would haunt the same two souls time and time again. "
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Crazy Robot by savage genius

"There once was a robot who served his purpose until he eventually became obsolete.
He was then deactivated and thrown away to rot in the scrapyard where all junk goes.
From out of no where a beautiful girl happened to be walking past the scrapyard on this day.
Her eyes caught hold of this broken robot and for whatever reason she picked up the robot and all his parts and took them home.
She spent several weeks reconstructing the robot the best she could.
Why did she put so much effort into fixing this broken useless robot?

Finally the robot was finished being rebuilt and she started him up.
The robot awoke and surveyed the room and then he focused on the girl before him.
I am model no. 040485 and I await your instructions master.
The girl blushed and said I am not your master,but I will be your friend.
The robot tried to compute this and responded in the only way he could.
Error Error friend is not in my word bank unable to understand this command.
The girl smiled and said, first off I am not commanding you to do anything.

I simply am asking you if you want to be friends,tho I suppose I should explain to you what a friend is.
A friend is someone who knows all about you and likes you anyway.
A friend is someone is always there for you when you need them.
A friend is someone you can trust with the innermost thoughts of your mind.
A friend is someone who cares about who you are not what you do.
A friend is someone you enjoy being around and they enjoy you.

The robot puzzled by this information began to process it and responded to the girl.
I have recorded the information and still do not quite understand what you mean however I will be your friend.
The girl laughed and said well that's great my name is Sayo and I am happy to meet you.
The robot responded hello sayo,I am model no.040485 and I am happy to meet you.
The girl laughed once again and said, that is a long name so until I can think of a better one I will simply call you robot.
The robot responded, my name is robot and I am your friend, is this information correct sayo?

The kind hearted girl smiled once again and said, yes that is correct robot.
The robot still did not understand the concept of friendship and the fact that he was a robot meant he also did not understand or have emotions.
This did not stop sayo from spending all her time with the robot and talking to him for hours and hours just enjoying the robots company.
As they spent more and more time together the robot began to learn more and more about sayo and about life.
While the robot did not have emotions,it started to talk more and more human like as if it were evolving however in truth it was imitating human behavior.
The robot could now actually take part in the discussion and actually give the illusion that he was human.

Sayo spent as much time with this robot as she could,but she also had other things that needed to be done in her life.
Sayo worked very hard in life and didn't have alot of time to herself to relax.
She often felt taking for granted as no matter how hard she worked it was never good enough for those around her.
Sayo was also a perfectionist and at times her own worst critic.
The robot would watch and analyze all of this and he would often tell Sayo how great she was.
Sayo always enjoyed his compliments,but the robot could tell his words alone were not enough to truly make her feel good.

While sayo only rebuilt the robot to be her friend, the robot wanted nothing more then to help sayo in anyway he could.
The robot started to do things for her when she was away from home,little things that would simply make her day just a little more relaxing.
He would cook her dinner and do other odd jobs around the house.
Sayo was very touched by these gestures,but also felt bad as if she was just using the robot.
She would tell the robot he did not have to work so hard for her in fact he did not have to work at all,she was his friend for who he was not what he could do for her.
The robot understood this and simply said, I know I don't have to do any of this for you and it is because of that I choose to do it.

Sayo was taken aback by the robots kindness and knew he truly had only the best intentions in helping her.
As the months went by the robot became more and more human like,but also stayed robot like in many ways as he seemed to never power down.
He would spend all of his time talking and hanging out with sayo and then helping her in anyway he could when she was out living her life.
Despite not being capable of emotions the robot seemed to be growing closer and closer to sayo and she grew closer and closer to him as well.
She started to jokingly call him crazy robot as his dedication to her was simply crazy.
Who could have imagined such a connection being formed between a girl and her robot.

Christmas was approaching and the robot who now had knowledge of this holiday remembered back months ago to a conversation he and sayo had.
The robot wanted to get sayo a Christmas present and he knew exactly what to get her.
A necklace that he was sure not only sayo would love,but one that would touch her heart as well and show her how much she really meant to the robot.
Christmas came and the robot gave his gift to sayo and she was nearly in tears as she was so touched by the whole thing.
The robot as stated many times,was unable to feel real emotions however he had been researching them and imitating them the best he could.
There was one emotion he had a hard time understanding tho, the emotion known as love.
He studied it extensively and after analyzing his database many times he came to the conclusion that he loved sayo.

Yet he knew he was still a robot and the love he felt for sayo could never be anything more then a feeling.
A human and a robot in love, being friends with a robot was weird enough however to be in love with a robot would simply be insane.
This made the robot relate to another emotion he had researched, the emotion of sorrow.
He knew no matter what he did he could never be anything more then a friend to sayo.
Yet that did not really bother him, he loved her so much he would gladly be her friend till the end of time as long as it made her happy.
Sayo had given the robot's existence purpose and he was truly thankful for not only that,but her friendship as well.
The robot simply wished for sayo's eternal happiness and would do whatever he could to keep her that way.

The robot and the girl continued to be great friends as time went by.
The stress of life was starting to get to sayo more and more.
At the same time the robot who was broken from the start,was starting to fall apart.
The robot did not want to bother sayo tho with repairs as she was overworked already.
So the robot did what self maintenance he could while still being sayo's crazy robot and friend.
One day sayo was very stressed and simply told the robot she wanted space.

This command was not something the robot was use to,but being the loyal robot that he was he excepted the request and left sayo alone.
The robot tried to use logic to analyze the situation,but could not make heads or tails of what had happened.
He tried to see if it was something he had done or said,or perhaps sayo simply grew tired of him, none of it made any sense to him tho.
The robot started to fall apart as he stopped talking to sayo and spent most of his time shutdown.
Perhaps it was because his circuits were starting to malfunction or perhaps some how he really was able to feel emotions.
While it was only for a week to the robot it seemed like an eternity as this was the first time he ever spent anytime away from sayo, the girl he loved more then anything.

Sayo started to talk to the robot again and felt bad about asking for space and had no idea it made the robot feel sad.
The robot said he understood completely and felt bad about overcrowding her.
Sayo said she missed her friend,her best friend.
The robot expressed how he missed his friend as well and was also greatly confused and touched that she referred to him as her best friend.
Sayo and the robot made up despite the fact they were never really fighting.
Everything seemed to be back to normal for the two friends who shared such a strong bond.
However the robot was slowly dieing as previously broken parts started to malfunction.

The robot knew the end was near and it broke his heart knowing that he would be leaving behind the girl who was his best friend,the girl who gave him purpose,the girl he loved more then anything . "
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Soldier of Misfortune by savage genius

"I was there when the world was filled with love and meaning.
I was there when the world was torn in conflict with no meaning.
I was there when the world's love turned into hate.

I was there when a pointless world war broke out and lifes were thrown away for nothing.
I was there when my fellow soldiers were killed in the most gruesome of ways.
I was there when the war was over and survived to live another day.

I was there when a girl of unspeakable beauty introduced herself to me
I was there when this girl confessed her undying love for me.
I was there when she gave birth to our children making our family complete.

I was there when the sky turned dark.
I was there when screams from all corners of the planet were unleashed at once.
I was there when everything I knew about reality fell apart.

I was there when all hell broke loose in the world.
I was there when my family and friends were engulfed in fire.
I was there when the world was simply destroyed.

I was there when the survivors of the Apocalypse surveyed what was left of the world.
I was there when the people had to come together and work hand in hand to rebuild the world.
I was there when the world was finally rebuilt into something that could be called a true society.

I was there when a man from out of this world appeared before me with a smirk on his face.
I was there when this man explained the power of love to me.
I was there when this savage let me experience the emotion of love for myself.

I was there when this savage asked me if I excepted this power on behalf of the entire world.
I was there when the decision that would effect the future of the world was decided.
I was there when the savage had a look of disbelief on his face.

I was there when the savage shed tears of blood.
I was there when the savage vanished back into nothing.
I was there when love was erased from this world.

I am simply the soldier of misfortune and I was there when life no longer had meaning."
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Broken Dreams by savage genius

"So many years of my life wasted away as I sat around feeling depressed.
What happen to the young boy with dreams for the future, it was as if I were possessed.
All around me the air was thick with stress.
Unable to deal with the anxiety my life became a real mess.
I no longer cared about living yet I did not wish to die.
I simply sat in my room wasting away and occasionally let out a sigh.

No one to talk to for I had not even a single friend.
Thus I was left to wallow in my sorrow unable to mend.
As the rest of the world moved forward I hid within the comfort of my home.
Deep in thought I spent my days as I let my mind freely roam.
No longer was I able to feel emotion.
My heart was frozen and filled with enough sorrow to fill an ocean.

Sleeping all day and staying awake all night long.
How the hell did I let my life go so wrong.
My life had absolutely no meaning.
I was ashamed of what my life had become and found it demeaning.
I spent what little money I had on mindless diversions.
What use did I have with money as I never went on any excursions.

I bottle all of my stress up so there is no need for tissues.
Never putting forth any effort to fix my issues.
Wishing for someone to come along and free me from this hell.
Someone who could make me feel once more and break this spell.
No one ever came for me tho as I had simply become unknown.
Forever was I left in eternal darkness all alone.

The world was changing and only the strong could survive.
I was broken and poor with no means to stay alive.
There was no where for me to run.
Left with no other options I loaded my gun.
For the first time in years I was able to cry.
This is where my story ends,this is where I say goodbye."

Damn, not savage more like creative genius. I'd be lucky to make one poem in a week. You pop out like 3 in like a day. lol

Kudos, I'd love to read your book when you're done.

This is a poem I wrote for a girl I liked:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
May I take a shower with you?

I love it! That would steal any girl's heart any day!

But when I read it to her it went something like this.

Aw, I'm sorry. It would have made me smile! That girl just had no taste in pick-up lines.

Im not very good at portraying how i feel into words and I never write poems but I thought I'd give it a shot:

Why is it so hard
chained and bound
everyone moves around me
i gave it my all, my blood and fear
but still i cannot sleep soundly

Unconsciousness, a godsend and a curse
The sky's the limit. Limited.
Why pretend that it wont get worse?
Eyes open, relentless pressure.

Words are force fed, fickle and fake,
misleading revenge for your ego.
End-run emotions, thrown into the crowd.
Make yourself proud.

Peace is reachable but tainted
I'll chase it, follow it blindly
For such a small need.
Locked away by myself,
why salvage the keys and run
in the fog, the abyss
there is no risks,
because there is no prize
for falling behind.

any feedback welcome.

I like your poem, I like the part where you said "The sky's the limit. Limited" it made me kind of lol because I never realized that before.

haha im glad somebody liked it ^^

Riyuu(Reason) by Savage Genius

"How can you be so cold hearted and cruel.
You took my emotions and consumed them as fuel.
The way you played with my heart was low.
I loved you more then you will ever know.
All of the happiness I felt made me feel as if I could fly.
All of the happiness I felt in truth was nothing more then a lie.

So enchanted and mesmerized by you I couldn't help but drool.
I now realize this entire time I was nothing more then a naive fool.
My heart now entrapped in a web of endless woe.
Shall once again be frozen as it is coverd in snow.
No tears on my face as I look back at you and wonder why.
No tears on my face only inside do I cry.

I treated you with such love and respect as if you were a priceless jewel.
Oh how I was so blind to see the truth I can't help but feel like a tool.
A plague upon your house I shall bestow.
As you have left me with pain and sorrow that pour from my heart in a endless flow.
I have said my piece and with that I now say goodbye.
I have said my piece and with that I now shall die."

Very nice poem, Savage Genius. I haven't seen anything from you here in a while! I can relate to this poem a lot, my heart was recently broken. Nice poem.