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Yo I Am a poet. (Everyone who knows me offline falls out of chairs laughing.) No really. Here's a sample of my work.

When one considers life a thing to be owned, grasped or taken,
Then can he become the one whom through I shall awaken.
All this time trough Life and Death I sleep and watch and wander.
Through the ages, of my unending Life I grow less and less fonder.
Life is a thing most beautiful, yet on me its beauty fails.
For me I have seen too much of it, the pain of the world that shrieks and yells and wails.
The bowels of the Earth to whom I am Lord and Master,
Consume my soul and contort my role as the ever living disaster.
I crash and burn and turn and turn,
The fires of my mind now grow faster.
Black and white I no longer fight for the differing shades of gray.
The deathful ones fight for their right to speak what they have to say.
I listen and think and ponder on into the night.
Immortality is as much my gift to give as it is my blight.
For as you live and never do fade,
For it your soul must you trade.
For now my gift and my curse is mine now to give,
No longer with it must I live.
Though I ponder and wander,
I think who will my gift not squander.
Never had I yet considered,
Away with my power, he had slithered.
The evil inside me, who aids and divides me,
The one that I choose must also have that one inside thee.
Yet still do I think,
On whom I must send to the brink.
The man I must bestow upon the gift of life,
And yet the same gift of strife.
My immortal life and unstoppable rage.
To be displayed on Life, the grandest stage.
He will be chosen, now and forever,
He will be dead now and yet never.
If you are the one on whom my burden now rests,
Please come forward and pass my final tests.
To love and yet hate the one you now are.
To rise up against the mightiest star.
This is the test that He must now pass.
He must now profess his devotion before this Holy mass.
To me alone and my mighty power.
Then he may enter my heavenly shower.
And finally take my curse from me.
And bear my Immortality.

And here's #2

Sometimes Life is the thing that keeps you going.
Sometimes it is the thing that causes your heart to stop.
Either way it gives you a reason.
A reason for expectations.
A reason for a happily ever after.
A reason for the white knight to save the day.
But at the same time it tells you to stop believing.
It tells you the Black Knight will beat you.
That you will not be able to over come the darkness inside this time.
As well as that you shouldn’t have gotten back up to save the world without saving yourself.
It tells you that you are all important.
You are number one and only number one needs to live.
The life you have is enough to sustain the world.
But then you remember what you told yourself that time when life told you these horrible things.
You said that when life is no longer the thing that keeps you going.
When it doesn’t cause your heart to stop with its beauty.
Then you would find someone who life did that for,
And learn to live for life again.
That is why you, the hero, always gets back up and throws his life away.
For those people whose lives still keep them going.

Tell me what you think of my crappy poetry!