Poetry Slam

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Here we post our poems and written words :3

Only post your own stuff unless you have the authors permission ^^,

hugz n kissus

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I was lurking down a sunfilled meadow on a wednesday evening

rolling in the grass, taking a nap on the vast flowerbed

and looked upon natures very own ceiling

suddenly something arose from the grounds beneth

a mediocere man with hair on his feet and dirt on his teeth

appeared. "Who are you?" I asked

you're not supposed to be here I proclaimed

He looked at me with sadness in his eyes

and started to roam these very witty lines:

I am Ludacros Pancho the captain of this ship

a ship of variation and a ship thats sweetly nit

you are not a real boy your an imagination kit

look at your hands now you're very weirdly lit

let me take care of that because you see

everything around you is a creation of the free

by me for me to me to you and everbody else

wait here I second I shouted out, then I noticed my voice

was very different, a smooth and sounding noise

instead of the shrill I had in my ordinary poise

anyway after these thoughts had gone through my head

I again asked:

How did I end up here, why am I not on the flowerbed?

There was nothing to be said for a moment or two

and the nightingales sang an unordinary tune

You're in the the mirrorworld said Ludacros and soon

his small small pixy friends gathered and joined in on the

tune: "It's the mirror of the real world where everyones the

same and if you're not molded your looked upon in disdain,

here we can be anyone and difference is the same as normality

and laundry in the world you call Bedain"

I'm not from whatever it is you said, I'm from the Earthworld

where not everyone is fed, where children work on daytimes and

after life you'll just be dead.

There's still shining moments like the one

I just had, running through the meadow with no thoughts of

being sad.

I might look rough but I'm not so tough Ludacros Pancho said

do you want a buiscuit or rest your weary head.

I know it might sound silly but I want to get back

to the world I'm used to live in even though it's kind of

whack.

A confusing looking Pancho looked to me and said:

I do not understand your wishes why you want to get back

to a world filled of misery and the empathy you lack.

But here in the mirrorworld we love eachother dearly

and any wishes you may have we consider very clearly

Back to the earthworld you will go and anytime you

want you can get back to us to have a rest from the

eerie.

I wish this was the world I was living in I said, but

someones gotta take care of what we already got

to turn around peoples thoughts and learn how we should love

alot. But every now and then when I feel the need to unwind

I'll run out to the meadow and if you'll be so kind you'll

take me in and we'll discuss the worldniness of worlds

and take eachothers hands and hope that this mirror for a

minute or two will travel to my homeworld and we'll glance

of a joyous dance of tranquil lands and funny pants and

maybe even weird humerous rants turned into poems just by

chance.