S: Poems Forced Out of My HeAD aLEX sANCHEZ
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FC: Poems Forced Out Of My Head | By Alex Sanchez | OOO, poems!! | government conspiracy??? | Yes, Forced!!
1: Contents | One must Consider.............2-3 Horrors of Language..........4-5 School =D oom..................6-7 Cocina de Madre................8-9 Beyond the End.................10-11 | Please note the publishers of this book are not responsible for someone throwing this book at your head!!
2: One | Must | Always | Consider
3: One must always consider That the next person may have it worse that you Or the person after that is a self absorbed snob. But the thing to think is that The person after that has the skills To live off nothing, And the person after that has the skills To leave you nothing. But you must remember Even though the person after that can give you a house Then the person after that can give you emptiness to your bank account, You're stuck the way you are. So love yourself, And hate the next person!
4: Horrors | of | Language
5: The irony is the following: Humans create destruction With their own powerful tool. Language is the duel sided blade. On one side the words shall bring hope! On the other side the words shall bring destruction! We then are forced to sit in chairs And come up with ways to use the latter. We are used like this Throughout our youth. We have no say in this, For those who control us Say this is of utmost importance. Human language is powerful For the fact we can relive our thoughts. But as we learn more language We learn more on how to be lead Into an abyss of insanity! Language arts is the force Used to force us And used by the corrupted.
6: School =D oom | The intuitive among us Fight for the top. The social among us Go to the top To join the intuitive And fall along the way. This school represents the journey Some are too ignorant to not take Not realizing that they will destroy themselves, And soil the reputation in the process. The sad truth is few will make it. The only guarantee we have is a summer To look forward too, But even that is questionable.
8: Cocina de | The wisps of the souls pass along the floor The memories of the forgotten Incased in the fire of the iron prison. They scream, “Raise the cold!” As they perch on steel bars. The moss colored gremlins Scurry across the tile, The little feet slapped Against with a tap a stride. They collapse those who dare to enter, And they gnaw on one’s feet Nagging for a feast With their cry of want.
9: Madre | The building of hollow space, Roofed with iron and clay, Builds higher, higher, higher. Structure is taken down By feelers of frustrations, Slow and slow Till the roof is no more. The powerful fumes Fill the evening air. The pyres of the prison Fills itself with warmth beyond compare. The pyres die as the words of the woman rise, “Time to feast!” New sounds echo off the ground Sounding like the slow pounding Of the bass drum. The disks of clay float in the air As the hand of none scramble for the last bite. This world is nonexistent, as is la cocina de mi madre.
10: Beyond the End | Life Beyond the end Is uneventful. You wake with the young dawn, You sleep with the dying day. The only thing to do Is observe the marks Left by a once great race. The marble castle stands among Other infamous art, Known among its own empire. In the castle halls The rats waltz among the floor Like the castles rulers did, Long ago as they bickered over nothing, Lied among to their own followers, And did nothing as they died, among with their own followers.
11: The great monuments rise, Now with their own torture scars Given to them by the cruelty of time. The deities roamed Through these towers’ corridors. But life decided their fate long ago. I have felt the pain Suffered what seemed millenia ago. I could not feel it through my being, But only through my spirit. The great empires wiped away in my youth, From what one would see as the smallest Yet deadliest animal ever to roam the earth. I saw destruction here, in my youth. Now I find no companionship beyond my prime. I only see an eerie beauty beyond the end.