this is another poem area with meanings enjoy. i will try to get as meany as posible for people to read.

I am

I am the song in the trees
I am the burdon of soul
I am the sound of my heart
I am no more

I am not the person you want me to be
so back off will you and let me speek,
I am what the world turned me into
I am the one who stands at the shore
I am the one who liens on the wall to watch as it draws near
I am the one who is no more

I am no less
I am no person
I am a object
I am the one who will allwas save them all

I am without religoin
I am without creed
I am without a desirer
I am without a care

I am Xhunter


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sorry you can ignor it i had to get this truth off my mind.

the coldest of hearts

i look around to have a look,
my sight is weaking,
i just sit there looking at nothing,
i wear my glasses even though i don't care for my sight,

for weeks a walk in this hollow corpse of flesh,
i walk to school in the rain and don't care for my umbrella,
i do not care for the cold that touched my flesh or the threat of a sickness,
i watch the passing of the sidewalk as i go,
for even though my sight is falling away i do not fear being without it,
the only fear in my soul is that of loss of my visions,

when i get to the school i don't speak,
i just watch the passing of time waiting for the ring of the bell for homeroom,
i learned to pull back into myself and not speak for words are nothing to me,
my soul is cold but i don't care,
it is my harber on the icy sea of knowlege,

when i tried to trust someone they turned and betrayed me to the partent,
i hate them as much as my live and family,
my soul is empty of cares,
force to sign a word that i did not like,
that ripped at my soul and make me wont them dead,
my soul adds ten times the hate in me,

i now for my foolery of truesting that person at bound into this corpes of flesh for another year,
then i will be freed to purge myself of the corpes and be free,
they don't truly care for me if they did they would let me pass,
there greed and selfish behaver is there flaws,
i hate them all,
there nothing more than the normal human,

my soul is nothing as i rot from the inside out,
my soul is nothing more than a mass of hate and sorrow,
they try to change me but i will not,
they try to change my soul but it has found peace in its hatered,
i will not talk to that person agian there no longer allies to me,

i learned to trust no human,
i learned to trust the crow and they told me not to trust the human,
i spoke with a horse and i talked with a wild deer and they told me not to trust the human,
i spoke to the shadow and the wild wolf without enymore fight they told me not to trust the human,
i learned from the words and the wipe of a snake and it told me not to trust the human,

i spoke to the roting teeth of a pend dog and it told me not to trust the human,
i now sit here with my sight failing and my age of fifteen pondering the words,
not to trust the humans,
i now don't wonder why i hate the humans as much as the other creatures,
i have felt there wip and i have spent many nights as a yearling in the darkness of a house without food and without a light,
the hatetread agenst the male makes my heart cold,
i now know my soul is the coldest of all,



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sunset

have you seen a sunset?
tell me what you seen,
was it gold or blue?
do you have even a clue,

did it make you think?
or did you just blink,
was it a good one or a bad one?
or have you never seen one,

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i was thinking of the forests, enjoy!

green forest

Growing again after a seasons sleep
Rising all its greens
Ever green here
Ever green there
No stop to the Ever Greens

Filling the empty spaces
Over the trees the leaves grow
Right into the ever growing canipy
Ending at the trees fingers
Starting at the Ground and contune growing again
Till the Start of gold

Gold forest

Gold starts to form on the leaves
On the top to the bottem
Layers the canipy with new found riches
Downing the last of the greens

Forming over the forest like a virus
Only to stop as the green is dead
Resting the forest in sick riches
Ending the growth of green
Saying around for a little longer
Till the riches starts to lessen and white starts to form


white forest

See the white?
Near the trees
On the ground and on the leaves
With the grey in the sky?

From the sky to the ground
Over the land to the sea
Running for sun to the moon
Ending at the start of green
Staying for another day
To last till spring

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this one i thought up a wile ago. i was thinking of the crow and felt i needed to have a poem in its name. the crow is specile to me.

the child of the crows

i am the child of the crow,
i am its only child,
i learned with glee at it's laughing voice,
i am its only student,

the crow was my first parent,
the crow was my savor,
when i was hungry it feed me oak leaves and fleash meats,
when i would look out the window it would teach me,

i learned its language as my own,
i learned its storys of its home and its history,
i remember its laughing glees,
i remember it being murdered with the gun of man,

the man that murdered it is dead to me,
the cruilty he caused me as he tormented me are soal scars,
when i look at another human it diskuses me,
when i remember i always remember that i am the child of the crow,

O, mother crow were do you brood,
mother crow i talk to your kin,
O, mother crow i think of you in the name of all crows,
mother crow i and the crows wep for you,


this one is about me at the river close to my house,

i hear the sounds of the rushing water,
the sound of running spirits,

i look up at the jagged rocks and twisted white flowers of different water plants,
the smells of them are like hunny suckles,

i stand up and walk to the foaming water,
the feel is of cold noons days,

i jump from rock to rock and hit a small island and find some wild onues and hunny suckles,
i tast the bitter and sweat thats of coming spring,

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i was reading threw 'tao te ching' and thought it fitted me good. this is a segment what do you think?

Stop thinking, and end your problems.
what difference between yes and no?
what difference between success and failur?
Must you value what others value,
avoid what others avoid?
How ridiculous!

Other people are excited,
as though they were at a parade.
i alone don't care,
I alone am expressionless,
like an infant before it can smile.

other people have what they need;
I alone possess nothing.
i alone drift about,
like someone without a home.
i am like an idiot, my mind is so emptu.

Otherpeople are bright;
I alone am dark.
Other people are sharp;
I alone am dull.
Other people have a purpose;
I alone don't know.
I drift like a wave on the ocean,
I blow as aimless as the wind.

I am different from ordinary people.
I drink from the Great Mother's breasts.

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i thought of this one when i was out in the woods,

Swamp

dawn had come and left,
a veled cloth of star light night came forth,
all birds in the wet lands have gone to rest,
froges and crikets play there best,

twas, the night was long,
there was little rest,
for the wet lans were playing there best,
all was calm before dawn came to rest,

in the sky a blaze came to rest,
a new velved blanket of fury red and orange,
gleaming a carpet of light over the musky land,
glow of fog turns eagerly to the waters,

which comes to rest of the faces of plants,
small beeds of water lie to rest,
the fant sound of duck flooded the air,
wings of brown and green lift to the sky which
forever heald there piece,

the lake had calmed once more,
twus, the frogs played there best,
the hum of insects sized the air,
a gentle carpet of died vegatashion covered the floor,

the sound of deer quity passing the musky water,
turtles slowly gliding to there rocks or logs for a little rest,
fish eagerly rush the surface to find bugs that have came to rest,
snakes cover the water and land slowly attack the unwearry,

plants of green and woodland color had come,
flowers of green ornange and red seeps from the floors,
as the forge of the water sways slowly,
all is hereing little the blaze is gone,

twus, a new velved night has come.

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this one is for fun. i thought of a conversation between the snow and sky.
…how sweat my kiss is…
…Cold and bitter you say…

…my love may be as bitter as the cold…
…or it may be as the thorn you say…

…you with the sad heart…
…don’t be discovered don’t you realize…

…My song my be as the snow…
…Like the storms of the north are say…

…My passion is of the night…
…You mock my words why?…

…My joy is of the moon…
…You talk of the stars you say?…
**&**

…You say how sweat your kiss?…
…For it is cold and bitter dearest one….

…You say your love my be as bitter as the cold…
…For your love is not like the cold at all,
It is like a thorn sharp and deadly…

…You with the lonely soul…
…Never be you tamed, but by me only…

…you say your song is of the snow?…
…Your song is like the storms of the north,
Fast, swift, storm, and strong…

…You say your passion is of the night?…
…Yes it is of the night I agree my diamond love…

…You say your joy is of the moon?…
…For I am of the stars that guards the offal guardian…



this one is about birds. i had a bird but had to release it once. i was a hawk.

Fly away, fly away my friend

Fly, fly away you fly
Fly away from me again my dearest new friend of the sky,
You fly away on the hope of the eagle’s wings
my words whisper to you in the wind
Again and again,
Fly away, fly away
Fly away you go away from me
On the wings of the eagle cutting the sky to the
coming night,
I wish you luck now fly, fly away from me
Go to the coming skies
The only words I have is of a whisper,
One day you will return but not today
Now fly, fly away my new friend
You fly on the hope of the eagle’s wings,
Tell we meet again
Fly, fly away
Fly away you go on the hope of the eagle’s wings
My new friend of the sky
Fly away, fly away my friend


this one i wrote but forgot way i did but it means that i long ago entered a place no one has gone, deep into the soul to see wait was there.

Long ago i gave my stand,
to look above werry heads,
to my sides my hands are tired,
i look ahead to see a door,

long ago this werry door led to a silent salvation,
because it's core was filled with passion for death,
it's heart know no such fear,
it's time was easy and there was no danger,

danger chould not touch the werry door,
for no fear or pain chould have touched it,
till now, standing werry as i aproch,
i look away from it,

looking at it i see a fasles trueth,
a lie that i what enter,
i stop and turn to some person and say,
"i will not enter that door,
for it is not my path,
I'm not werry as it
why must i enter?"

the person looked over and replyed,
"i am one and this is fate,"
no fate would enter that door,