5 minute poetry

[Cloud Strife]

Before you lies a fork in the road,
a decision you must make.
Beyond them stories wait, untold,
So choose the path you'll take.

Each decision begets another,
affecting them in ways
unfathomed,
The possibilities endless,
limitless potential.

Before you lies
a myriad,
chances won,
chances lost.
For each choice,
one thousand others
appear, affected, altered.

So you sit, at this fork,
On this road, split in two.
Which path to follow...
That of many?
Or the one chosen by few?

Decision, decision,
time isn't waiting,
the world still turns while
you still falter,
but still...


But still... you must decide.

Choose wisely.

[Funka Genocide]

she walked the streets she always had
a slice of all those dying fads
a decade lost in window shops
and now shes here, alone

knew the counted steps ahead
wore that crown upon her head
royalty of unknown birth
seldom holds a throne

though noble, always was her face
her tears, the lies, tragic disgrace
she held them all in parts unknown
a silence almost perfect...

though dams may break and tear away
oh sultry one, there comes the day
when all your words mean everything
they should have all along

when listening is the one
who fingers on that smoking gun
the barrel of your infantcy
a bullet through your past

so cry your fears in darkness sweet
and know that I shall not retreat
love emboldens meekest hearts
in silence almost perfect

[Red Fighter 1073]

yay! im on a hot streak! ok, here is another poem.

while the common population was dying cuz of aids
politicians were speaking of their false masquerades
of a better country and well being
but that isnt close to what im freaking seeing
what are you doing about it??
NOTHING!
youre just laying in your own little pit
though the government says we flawless
they lying nonetheless

murder and death are the everyday struggles
i wish we were wizards so we could do magic
but instead we just muggles

while youre sitting in your suite
hoping for a bettter future
we were out in the streets
doing what you wanted to complete

it seems nowaday
who has the most money
gets the most out of life in this day
the whole system seems like a whole big cliche

what would you rather have?
freedom or slavery
the way you let people push you around
it really looks like you want slavery

all music artists making songs left and right
just so that they can earn the dough to keep up a good fight
in this place that is absent of light

just stand strong
so you can fight against what is wrong
hopefully, youll break through all the lies
and then find the ultimate prize
good luck to you

[Funka Genocide]

they're dead you know
emotions I once knew
a heart that beat for you
dieing in the cold

laugh about it please
humor on your knees
I know, I'm such a tease
now playing by the rules

how many girls was that?
were you keeping track?
or only sitting back
counting all the tears

its alright by me
and frankly I can't see
the grounds on which you plead
or what you cry about

it was in your hands
instead you fucked the band
and now you understand
how it feels to want

[BlackMageGirl!]

"The Storyteller"

So listen, harken well
Here's a new version to tell
Stories come, first disguise
Who's perfect, whos not
(And who's not wise...)

So told the twisted wrap
Snaring and cunning, the perfect trap
A hate so burning, it blinds at will
And blundering forward, telling still...

All lies, all hate,
And nothing new
What if not there,
(so now fall through)

Listen to the storyteller
She tells not a lie
But one part of the story
The truth in disguise

So easy turned,
So easily mislead
And bridges they burned
For false belief instead

A hate without reason
An object to scream
So spread the poison,
Is this what you mean?

Do you feel better,
You crowing storyteller
Who never looked in mine eye
Blame for your sorry state,
And spread the hate
To wrap yourself in the lie.

[Funka Genocide]

administer the voltage!
stir and stir and blend...
now compliment the hostess!
a shallow bow, just bend

its lightning in your bottle
taking off your pants
now just lay off the throttle
unless you want a chance

at being somebody

first class tickets
flying oh so high
low brow habits
pretending to be shy

the jokes are always funny
the drinks are always free
a single serving buddy
your body pays the fee

for being somebody

somebodies plaything

[Shoraru]

6 Faces of One’s Heart:

Of the mind, Of the soul,
Of the past, Of the future,
Pieces of one, one of Pieces.
6 Faces show judgement.

The first face is of Belief,
Our one gift only we can ruin.

The second face is of Courage,
A sign of ones trust.

The third face is of Promise,
Eternal Vows everlasting.

The fourth face is of Grace,
A talent of our Will.

The fifth face is of Wisdom,
Knowledge from Experience.

The sixth face is of Hope,
Light of what’s to come.


From the six faces, our destiny,
Our eternal paths,
Come and have gone.
Pieces of one, one of Pieces.

[Fuzzydoom]

So sick of the emo mentality
prefer the bloody MK fatality
can't believe it's still here
fills my chest with numbing fear
and drives me to check with reality

[Cloud Strife]

Amazing, isn't it, how one can change?
Go from familiar to downright strange?
From knowing them, much like a brother,
To wondering what one did with the other.

Amazing, isn't it, how one can hurt?
From feeling fine to being dirt?
Simple words, cut like a knife,
Only then does one know strife.

Amazing, isn't it, how one can cry?
And just wants to curl up and die?
To leave it all behind forever,
Cut the cord, and all ties sever.

...

Amazing, isn't it, how one can breathe?
How one can live and not just leave?
How one can stay through darkest times,
For friends and family who saw the signs.

[Hyarion]

Now I stand alone in a world of men, a world not meant for me
I stand alone before the setting sun, as the storm clouds gather above
As the last of the light begins to fade and the shadows are drawing near
The dark is coming to claim my soul, yet still I stand alone
For there are none here in this world of men, who I'd choose to stand beside...