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poem: 1 name: anger date: september 15 2005 by: richard brenner anger anger is like a flame. it can easily be doused, but if unchecked it can consume everything in its path. anger is caused by pain. learn to let it go, to relax, or it will burn freely. anger is a powerful force. it can be used and it can use you only yourself can choose which will happen. anger is a dangerous force. it can break strong bonds, of any sort. anger is helpless without you. remember what your anger has done, it was you that did all that not your anger. anger is a formidable foe. it knows your every weakness, most know nothing of it�s. anger is only temporary. it won�t last forever, but your consequences will. learn to control your own anger before it learns to control you. one cannot win this battle alone. but with others, the battle can be won. don�t be afraid to ask quickly control your anger before it gets to your loved ones and friends. anger is a temporary rage. it will pass in time but what you did because of it will not. remember that. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------- poem: 2 name: rage date: september 15 2005 by: richard brenner rage man�s rage, it builds up, and the more it does, the harder it�s to stop. it keeps filling up, but will not cease. it fills so much, that reason can�t breath, it becomes hard to think clearly. only one thing on mind, the only thing you can see, is getting even with them, whatever it may be. you take a step back, the mind a frenzy, with all with failures, they committed against thee. your fist in the air, ready to strike, to return the that pain, that they have issued again and again. the fist leaves its place, its target locked on, between the eyes, right at the skull. moments before impact, your mind screams �wait!� too late. contact was made. perfect was the hit, shoving their nose, clear into their skull. he looked at you dazed, then fell to the floor, where he shall lay ever more. you ran away fast, fast as the wind, dodging glances of strangers you passed. your life is scarred, no hope for you now, rage has claimed you, and though your victim is free, but you must live the penalty. to live a half-life, forever tainted by blood. to see what your rage unchecked has done, only to realize that it was you, yes, only you that made this horrible sin a reality. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------- poem: 3 name: stutter date: september 15 2005 by: richard brenner stutter these words, these words come out, come out of nowhere, out of nowhere they appear, they appear so foolish, so foolish i sound, i sound like a retard, like a retard i keep going, i keep going needlessly, needlessly you insult me, you insult me about my problem, of my problem. is there any way out, is there any way out of this madness, of this madness with my speech, with my speech that i repeat, that i repeat without control, without control no matter what i do, no matter what i do it doesn�t end, it doesn�t end as far as i can see, as far as i can see you are losing interest, you are losing interest so i�ll shut up, i�ll shut up in a minute, in a minute i�ll leave, i�ll leave bye, bye. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------- poem: 4 name: liar date: september 20 2005 by: richard brenner liar we all know them, you know who you are, they that say �i shall change the world,� but fails to change even their own clothes, some intend to do as they say, but in the end lose their way, others purposefully lie, to raise themselves and feel high, only to fall flat on their face, as when they tell untruths, and play with people�s lives, they break two valuable thing in life, one is called people�s respect, an important thing that is hard to regain, the other is called people�s trust, unlike respect, it is unrepairable, so be warned all, to who this applies, take heed, for you are playing with a force, that should not to be reckoned with, so be honest and commit to your goals, take this word of advice from a learn-ed man, whose trials he�s failed, and himself has been a liar. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------- poem: 5 name: lost date: september 21 2005 by: richard brenner lost please help me, do you have a map? let me see, cause i need to find, a way out for me, because my life is in jeopardy, three days i wonder, what will i be, a man of luck, free of this catastrophe, or will i be a grease spot, on someone else�s machinery, my future uncertain, it�s a mystery, so i say again, please help me, is their any way to be free, or am i stuck here, for all eternity, now answer me, can i see that map, or must i fight it from ye, ah, the way out, please forgive thee, on with my life, i must be on, so i beg thy pardon, as i must leave, i felt i was lost, but that was not so, for as i was talking to you, you were guiding me, out of the catacombs of sorrow, and into the into the warm fields of life i see, i owe a great debt, a great debt to you, that i shall pay back fairly soon, thanks for the help, till we meet again, thank ye. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------- poem: 6 name: alone date: september 27 2005 by: richard brenner alone i feel so alone, in an eternal shun, i�ve felt rejected before, but never like this, all ignores, none cares, alone in a sea of people, hatred grows toward them, why must i endure this pain, going day to day fighting thoughts, that says to end it all, when others live free of this condition, of this constant depression, they say there�s help, but it isn�t for me, my life is never going to take that fatal plunge, if the world hates me, so be it. i�ll stick it out, if for nothing else than to piss them off. but i know that there is someone out there, at least one person who will care, who overlook my tainted past, and will be with me, be a good friend, and i�ll no longer be alone. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------- poem: 7 name: love date: october 04 2005 by: richard brenner love feel it flow, all around, from your crown, to the ground. feel it grow, as it flows, it will build, and surround, as you know, for this one, i would do and perform, many volumes untold. for this love, that i feel, i must do as she feels, to be her servant, to be her lover, to be her knight, but last but not least, to be her friend. as for this one girl, this lucky girl, i would be hers. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------- poem: 8 name: the western front date: october 6-11 2005 by: richard brenner the western front they said it would be exhilarating, they said we'd be unstoppable, they said it would be �a walk in the park.� that we would be home, before christmas. little did we know that those were but guesses and lies. we never thought that we'd be stuck in trenches, where our bodies would be slowly rotting away, that our battles would have no victorious ending. they never said that i�d have to leave my friends. leave my friends for dead, or worse yet; to have to watch them painfully slip away, unable to do anything, aside from ending their misery, from the misery of the trench, the trench with the stench of death, that horrid stench, which came from this accursed mud, mud littered with shattered dreams and splattered blood, was as pungent as the smell of the gunpowder, that lofted through the morning air. we lived and died in this. this crack of death and disease; was but the start of our problems. only a few yards away, laid the opposition, eager to unite us with our fallen friends, we were ready to return the favor. with guns mounted all around, we readied our attack, occasionally, our opponent would launch large shells, though they were useless, as most did nothing more than punch into the earth. so we just prepared ourselves, we prepared for the invasion to come, for our unwelcome guests to arrive, to greet them with our rifles, and invite them to trip over our barbed wire, but just like bad memories, they kept on through. they kept trying and dying. and today we returned the favor. our blind and misguided generals, forced us out onto high ground, ordering, �over the top men!� we listened and obeyed. so we traversed the land where no-man belongs, and ran past our fallen comrades. a grim reminder of attacks failed and lives lost, just to be welcomed by our former guests. who graciously set up traps for us, and took many into an eternal rest. but, this wouldn�t be my fate. a hidden mine decided to take my leg from my body. so, here i lay waiting to depart, i�m ready to go. hoping that i�ve done what�s right. here, laying beside me, my friends, more fortunate than i, with many bullet holes, all placed evenly across their chests and heads, with the last bit of life�s essence pouring out.

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