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#1 Neyo Wargear

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Posted 30 August 2013 - 04:11 PM

I've always wanted to share my works of art, if it be hand drawn or poetry fueled by true emotions. I kept pushing this away for the longest time. Here I settle down, I shall share my writing and art with you. Without further ado, my first poem I wrote with real intent and emotions running like wildfire.

 

"I Want to Be"

You're the only girl to make my hear race and,

put butterflies in my stomach.

I don't know what to do but,

I want to be your go-to-guy.

I want to be the boy who you can tell anything and,

everything but, please don't lie.

I want to be the shoulder you cry on,

I want to be the one to make you laugh, smile, and maybe cry.

I want to be the boy you think about when you're alone.

I want to be in person, I want to hear your voice, and look into your grey eyes.

 

I want to be your guardian angel,

the arms that surround and protect you.

I want to take all the pain, hate, and fear you have.

I want to be the guy that fights for you,

I want to be your guardian angel,

the one that fights off not only your foes, but the fear that holds you.

 

I want all the people that doubt you, to see who you really are.

They don't know what they're talking about,

They haven't experienced what you have, don't let it get to you.

They just want to bring you down, don't let them.

You're everything they want to be.

Never surrender to them, because you're everything I want and I'm here for you.

 

I want to be your winged watcher, I want to close the miles that separate us.

I'd come for you, take you and your brother out of your living nightmare.

I want to bring you to a paradise you'll love, a place you can call home.

I want to watch you fly, I want you to soar high,

so just grab my hand, and never let go.

I promise I won't let you fall.

I want to lift you above the clouds, and look at the starry skies.

 

I want to break your addiction, or become your new one.

I want to stop the blood, I want you to know it's not your fault.

I want you to know you didn't do anything wrong,

I want you to know you didn't cause the pain, the hate, the fear

I just want you to know you're not broken, far from it, to me you're perfect.

 

I want to save you from the hate, the fear, the pain.

Please, just let me end it.

I'll make your peace everlast,

I want to be the one, the only.

 

This was written 03/12/12. It's been a while since then. Oh, those days, they seem to be a dream now but, those days are the past, so much has changed. I miss those days.


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Posted 30 August 2013 - 05:12 PM

Time for another poem! Hooray, this one is not quite as personal as the last. This one is more of a spur of the moment, I got these a lot.

 

"Roar"

We are who we are,

Killing everyone.

Spilling blood on the floor.

Let me hear you roar,

let me hear you roar.

 

Come on, come on!

Let's go!

Spilling blood, spilling blood.

 

Let me hear you roar,

Let us start a war.

Grab your guns, load'em up!

Let's do a shoot'em up!

Come one let's go!

Come on, we need to go!

 

Take a stand, try to understand...

Just try to  understand,

We need to take a stand.

 

March ahead, just look ahead.

Keep moving forward, don't fall behind.

You'll be left behind, so don't fall behind and,

You won't be left behind.

 

Shot in the head, now you're dead.

Bleeding out, all over the floor,

Bleeding out, come on out, Let's start a war.

 

Shot in the knee, let me hear you scream!

Just scream, just scream.

Tell me everything, everything.

Now go and dream, go and dream....

 

Raise the flag, raise the flag!

Honor the flag, salute the flag!

Bow down, bow down.

 

Our new government, is fair...

Tyranny is dead, we've cut off the head.

Let me hear you roar,

let me hear you roar!

We are who we are,

In control, in control...

 

Bury the dead, salute the dead.

Fire your guns, time for respect.

Never forget the fallen heroes,

Always remember...

 

Time for unity, we must rebuild.

We must unite, time for reconstruction,

Do not fight, it ended last night.

 

We took a stand, you tried to understand..

Now you understand, we took a stand.

We overthrew the tyranny, now we're all family.

 

We rose our flag, now we're the head.

We will not make the same mistakes.

We will change the world, change the world!

For the better, for the better....

 

Let me hear you ROAR, let us hear you ROAR!

 

We are who we are...

We killed our enemies, now they're our family.

Make peace, make peace...

Let me hear you roar, let us hear you ROAR!

 

Put your guns away, lock them away..

Time for peace, time for unity.

Let me hear you roar, let us hear you ROAR!

 

We are who we are, We are who we are...

Just roar, just roar, just ROAR!

 

This poem was written 03/13/12, I see it as a story. A story about a group of people overthrowing a harsh government, maybe it is, maybe it isn't.


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#3 Neyo Wargear

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Posted 31 August 2013 - 02:45 AM

Final poem for today! I hope that people actually like this, I might get some artwork up but, we all shall see.

 

"Wounded"

I fought, we all fought.

We charged ahead.

The enemy opened fire.

 

I watched them fall,

They all died, nobody survived.

Except for me, I began to bleed.

 

Reinforcements came,

I reached for them.

They ran past me.

I kept bleeding.

 

I'm alive, don't leave me to die!

I'm bleeding out, screaming out!

I need help, somebody save me!

I'm wounded! Wounded...

 

I can see the light, I can't stop moving toward it.

Bring me back, I don't want to die!

Save me now, save me now...

 

My voice has gone hoarse,

I can not scream...

Now I'm alone,

The darkness is surrounding me.

 

I survived the night but,

I doubt I'll survive till the next night.

Screaming out, reaching out!

Somebody save me!

 

I don't want to die, somebody save me!

I don't want to die, please don't let me die!

Don't leave me behind, I'm alive!

I still want to fight, I still want to fight...

Please come for me, reach out for me...

I need help, I'm screaming out!

Bleeding out, I'm bleeding out!

Don't leave me to die...

 

I want to live my life,

See my wife and my first child born.

I don't want her to become a widow,

I want to see her again.

I'm alive, don't leave me to die...

I'm wounded, wounded, wounded...

I want to survive...

 

My voice has gone hoarse,

I can not scream.

Now I'm alone,

The darkness is surrounding me...

 

I can see the light, I can't stop moving toward it.

Bring me back, I don't want to die!

Save me now, save me now!

 

I'm alive, don't leave me to die!

I'm bleeding out, screaming out!

I need help, somebody save me!

I'm wounded, wounded...

 

I'm bleeding out.

I need help.

I'm screaming out!

I'm wounded...

 

Reinforcements came,

I reached for them.

They ran past me,

I kept bleeding...

 

I watched them fall,

They all died, nobody survived.

Except for me, I began to bleed.

 

I fought, we all fought.

We charged ahead.

The enemy opened fire.

 

I'm crying out!

Save me, just save me!

I'm wounded...

 

T'was written 03/15/12, wow it's been a year and then some. This is a about a wounded soldier, who was left to die. He still had hope, but deep down I believe he knew no one was going to save him. I don't know, tis a sad thing. A man or woman to drop everything and fight for us, only to be left to die by their very own.

 

Comments on how I'm doing, where I can improve, anything would be great. More to come!


Edited by Neyo Wargear, 31 August 2013 - 03:21 AM.

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"The soldier above all others prays for peace, for it is the soldier who must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war."

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#4 Neyo Wargear

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Posted 31 August 2013 - 03:21 AM

I lied! Here's another poem! Not really personal but, I believe it is worth typing up and posting on here.

 

"The Order"

Deep in enemy lines,

We were alone.

No support, just the five of us.

 

We were planning,

Left or right.

He said right, I said left.

 

We argued, left or right,

I said left, he wouldn't stand down.

We had to choose, now or never.

 

Then, he stood down.

I gave the Order.

We got up and ran,

to the left.

 

Running, looking left and right.

He ran ahead,

I cried out.

Then, a shot rang out.

 

I watched him fall.

Blood splattered on the ground.

I ran to him,

the others fired.

 

He was bleeding out,

I held my hand against his wound.

He grabbed my shoulder.

 

We looked at each other.

The fear in his eyes,

I said, "You'll be alright."

 

The look in his eyes told me he knew he was,

going to die...

He tried to talk.

 

I said, "Don't talk, just rest."

His grip tightened.

He stutterers, "Tell-tell, my wife...I love her.."

I screamed, "No! You'll be alright."

 

"Please, just fight.."

He breathed heavily,

More blood continued to flow.

I tried to hold it back.

 

He started to cough,

blood flew to my face.

Covered in his blood,

I began to tear...

 

His grip weakened,

Then, it went limp.

His eyes rolled back,

His head fell.

 

Shots rang out around me,

Kneeling in his blood,

Holding his body,

A scream rang out.

 

I screamed, "NO!"

I pulled his body close,

I buried my head in his cold body.

I began to cry...

 

The others surrounded me,

They just looked at me.

No words were said,

No words were needed...

 

We carried his body,

Nobody spoke but, I knew what they thought...

I gave the Order,

The Order....

 

At the camp last night,

Around the fire.

We all silently cried..

We all stared at the fire...

 

His face will always be burned into my mind...

I will never forget that day.

The day he died,

The day I gave the Order...

 

I gave the Order,

We should of gone right.

It's all my fault,

I gave the Order...

 

I visit his grave everyday,

I place my hand on his gravestone.

I bow my head and cry...

I leave one bullet, the same bullet that killed him...

 

His shadow is always over me,

I can't sleep, I can't dream.

I live it again everyday,

I can never forget but,

I don't want to...

 

I gave the Order, the Order that killed him...

 

This was written, 03/20/12. A poem about a commanding officer that regrets that ORDER, the ORDER that killed his squad mate, his brother in arms, but most importantly, his friend. This can happen to anyone in the military, one way over another, you lose a man. I guess it's just how the dice is rolled.

 

This may not be the last poem I post today. It feels great finally showing this to people.


Edited by Neyo Wargear, 31 August 2013 - 03:37 AM.

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"The soldier above all others prays for peace, for it is the soldier who must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war."

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Posted 31 August 2013 - 03:54 AM

This one may be a bit dark, but I believe the message this poem conveys must be shown. Death is no easy thing, but it is a part of life, some deaths aren't necessary, they could of been avoided...The subjects written about in this poem are very sensitive but, the topics discussed are of great importantance...Let us begin.

 

"Shadow of the Dead"

The shadows of the dead,

Surround the living,

Silently watching,

Never blinking.

 

The babies killed,

Before they got to live.

Never got to see the light,

They never will...

 

Hanging, cutting, jumping

Shooting, slitting, snapping

Breaking, abusing, choking

 

Kids teased and harassed,

Just leave them alone.

You can cause so much pain,

You push them over the edge.

Now you can never say sorry,

You'll never get forgiveness...

 

Hanging, cutting, jumping

Shooting, slitting, snapping

Breaking, abusing, chocking

 

Men and women sent to war,

Fighting for our country,

For freedom, for peace.

They've seen so many things,

So many dark things, things they can never forget.

Never judge them, they fought for you.

They've lost so many to war...

Friends, family, sons, daughters, aunts, uncles,

Just to name a few...

 

Hanging, cutting, jumping

Shooting, slitting, snapping

Breaking, abusing, chocking

 

Children abused,

They feel unloved,

Bruised, bleeding, crying...

They succumb to the darkness.

They'll never lead normal lives...

They'll never be understood...

 

Hanging, cutting, jumping

Shooting, slitting, snapping

Breaking, abusing, choking

 

Hundreds of ideas,

Make up thousands of broken dreams...

Shattered like a mirror,

Pieces fall to the floor like rain...

All the blood spilled, oceans could run red...

How many men and women,

Have come home in boxes covered in flags?

All the children found in ditches and closets...

 

Help these individuals, save these individuals,

They need your help!

Don't let the body count rise...

Help then survive, the darkness surround them.

Let yourself be their guide, be their light.

 

Hanging, cutting, jumping

Shooting, slitting, snapping

Breaking, abusing, choking

 

They sing out, "Don't leave me to die here, I want to survive here..."

 

The shadows of the dead,

Surround the living,

Silently watching, always watching,

Never blinking,

You're never alone, never...

 

Written 03/20/12...It pains me to see all the pain in the world present today but, this could change. Pain can never be completely ended but, it can be reduced. I became so interested by pain because of the first poem. That girl, she changed me, taboo became normal topics, things shrouded in mystery became easy to talk about. Pain is present everywhere, many don't discuss how they feel, I am part of that group too. Open up, let the burden lift, you'll feel much better.


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Posted 02 September 2013 - 12:30 AM

Here's another poem. Also a bit dark but, yeah. I write what I feel and well, here we go.

 

"Shadow Angel"

Sent from Heaven,

I come for the Fallen.

Covered in black, wings of an angel,

I am the Shadow Angel.

 

As I descend form Heaven,

I watch the world fall into darkness.

I hold my cursed scythe,

I am the Shadow Angel.

 

They lie in their beds,

Praying for mercy,

"Please let me live."

I arise from the shadows.

 

Their eyes widen,

Stop in mid prayer.

They stare at me, they began to talk,

"Please don't take me, I want to see my family."

 

I cannot speak,

They continue to sputter.

I move close, the room darkens.

I am the Shadow Angel.

 

I move to the foot of the bed,

They stare into my dark hood.

Slowly their souls are sucked out.

They scream, "NO!"

 

Their souls are white or black,

White for a pure soul,

Black for a corrupted one.

I grab their hand.

I am the Shadow Angel.

 

I raise my scythe and cut,

A hole in their dimension.

Either a pathway to Heaven or,

An entrance into Hell.

 

They look at me, begging for mercy.

My wings spread out,

I lift them to Heaven or,

Drop them into Hell.

 

Afterlife of peace or torment,

Light or darkness.

Eternal flame or eternal light,

God or the Devil.

 

Some souls are too young,

Babies killed because their unwanted.

All are placed in Heaven.

I am the Shadow Angel.

 

Children abused to death or, 

They take their own lives.

Sent to Heaven,

Now they'll be loved.

I am the Shadow Angel.

 

Some kill themselves because of,

Hate and torment.

They just want it to end,

I take them away.

 

Soldiers aren't forgotten,

They are helped, cleansed.

Never forgotten, always remembered.

They just want to watch over their families.

 

Always guiding,

Never losing,

Souls won't be forgotten.

I am the Shadow Angel.

 

Scared of the Darkness,

Scared of me.

"Please don't take me."

Sometimes I don't.

 

They don't want to die,

They plead to me but,

inside they know.

It's their time.

I am the Shadow Angel.

 

Others are ready to die,

They do not fear.

They say,

"Lead me to the light."

 

I take their hands,

I spread my wings.

Open a gateway and,

Lead them away.

 

Sent from Heaven, I come for the Fallen.

Surrounded by shadows, covered in black fabric.

Wings of an angel, scythe of the dead.

I am the Shadow Angel.

 

I wrote this 03/20/12, good month. A unseen spirit by the living but, those dying and close to death, it can be their greatest fear or their salvation from their pain.


Edited by Neyo Wargear, 02 September 2013 - 11:44 PM.

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"The soldier above all others prays for peace, for it is the soldier who must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war."

- General of the Army Douglas MacArthur


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Posted 02 September 2013 - 11:42 PM

A new poem arises! Here we go.

 

"On the Ground"

I'm on the ground,

Bleeding out.

I'm pleading out.

 

Surrounded by darkness,

It's closing in.

I'm pleading out.

 

A light appears overhead,

A figure of shadows appears.

He descends toward me.

 

Covered in black,

Wings of an angel.

Scythe of the dead.

The Shadow Angel.

 

He comes close,

I look into his face.

I am not afraid to die but,

My family is fearing for me.

 

I don't want to return in a box,

My mother doesn't want a folded flag.

She just wants to see her son again,

Shadow Angel!

 

My father will not be able to survive,

Knowing I've died.

He's lost two other sons to war.

 

Shadow Angel,

Don't take me away.

I want to survive.

 

I'm on the ground,

Pleading out.

Please, Shadow Angel.

 

He stuck his hand out to me,

I grabbed his.

He pulled me up,

He looked me in the eyes.

 

I knew he understood,

He held me upright.

Then he opened an entrance,

To the human world.

 

I walked toward the portal,

I looked back.

The Shadow Angel nodded.

I walked through.

 

I woke where I was,

In the middle of combat.

A medic near me.

 

"You're lucky to survive,

the bullet landed near your heart,"

He said.

 

I nodded,

He was right.

I was lucky.

 

I grabbed my gun and,

he helped me to the chopper.

Because of mercy,

I had survived.

 

I looked into the sky,

I closed my eyes.

Remembering my life.

The Shadow Angel...

 

I opened my eyes.

Ready to begin my,

new life.

 

Written 03/21/12, back then I was on a roll. I don't write as much nowadays but, there are still many poems yet to come. Well, I hope you liked it, tell me if it was good or not. Constructive criticism would be great.


Edited by Neyo Wargear, 02 September 2013 - 11:54 PM.

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"The soldier above all others prays for peace, for it is the soldier who must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war."

- General of the Army Douglas MacArthur


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Posted 03 September 2013 - 06:10 AM

I'm really enjoying these! I can't really give any constructive criticism because I stink at poetry, but I'd love to read more of yours!

 

I applaud you for writing what's in your heart and then sharing it. I know the closer something is to us, the harder it can be to share.


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Posted 03 September 2013 - 06:23 PM

Thanks Amarok, that means a lot to me. It's good to know these aren't going unnoticed. Well, it's a new day and that means a new poem! Hooray!

 

"Perfect"

Please stay yourself,

Don't change a thing.

You're so perfect.

 

The others say things,

They want you to change but,

Don't, you're already perfect.

 

They just want to be like you,

They are just jealous.

Don't listen to them...

 

Just be yourself,

Never change unless,

It's for the better.

 

You can't get any better unless,

Wait...

You're already perfect.

 

Don't let them break you down.

Stand strong, never surrender.

Just stand tall.

 

Just be yourself.

Your perfect self.

Never change.

 

Written back on 03/21/12. It seems to be more commonplace that people are afraid to be themselves, I find that disturbing. It's terrible to see that people are so uneasy with themselves. Just a sad thing.


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Posted 04 September 2013 - 08:29 PM

School has started up for me, I might not have time to always post a new poem. I'm thinking of maybe posting a poem every week, maybe on Fridays, or Mondays. Unless you just want me to post a poem every single day. I think I'll go with one a week, reduces how fast I run out of poems and whatnot.  


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"The soldier above all others prays for peace, for it is the soldier who must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war."

- General of the Army Douglas MacArthur


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Posted 06 September 2013 - 12:32 AM

I've been thinking lately, since art requires a good scanner and I don't trust the scanner in my home, it might be a while before any of my art surfaces. I had another idea, I always love to create fictional universes. Maybe I could share some with you. From the mysterious and powerful Hari to the large, guardians of Earth, the Overwatchers. Both are works in progress, both in different universes.


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"The soldier above all others prays for peace, for it is the soldier who must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war."

- General of the Army Douglas MacArthur


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Posted 09 September 2013 - 01:44 AM

I've been itching for so long to post another poem, I'm going to do two a week. One on Sunday or Monday and in a Wednesday to Friday area. Anyway, here you go another poem for all you people who may or may not be reading these. Cheers!

 

"The Fight"

 

Set the stage,

Flick the lights,

Roll the cameras.

 

On the floor,

The Fight must begin.

Awaken...

 

My eyes open,

I'm surrounded by darkness.

A light flashes on me.

 

I stand up,

Walk forward...

Enter the ring.

 

I am fighting,

A shadow.

A unknown figure.

 

He turns to face me,

He is my shadow...

My other side.

 

How can I,

Fight myself?

Tell me!

 

I need to know,

Please tell me,

Shadow Angel!

 

He just stares,

A kneel rings,

The Fight Begins...

 

My shadow begins,

I'm hit by a barrage.

I cannot survive.

 

I can't beat myself,

I know that...

Please help me!

 

I'm on my knees,

Please save me now!

I need help...

 

I know I've made bad decisions,

I will change,

I will do better...

 

Please have mercy!

Please forgive me...

Shadow Angel!

 

I begin to feel stronger,

My shadow is weakening.

I stood up.

 

I bombard my shadow,

It began to stagger.

Then, it fell...

 

I felt stronger, and better...

The lights dimmed.

The Shadow Angel came to me.

 

He led me to a door,

He opened it and nodded.

I walked through, Awaken...

 

I wrote this little something on 03/22/12. We all have a other side within us, the side we wish no one to see. Inside is a constant battle between good and evil. This battle can never end, it can never be done forever. I've done things I regret, you shall know later based on my poems, for they tell the story of my life. My short life but, alias they are dear to me. Tonight I may post another poem, depends on who wins within...


Edited by Neyo Wargear, 09 September 2013 - 01:45 AM.

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"The soldier above all others prays for peace, for it is the soldier who must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war."

- General of the Army Douglas MacArthur


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Posted 09 September 2013 - 01:58 AM

GAH! I couldn't resist posting another, I just love showing these! It's strange less than five people have read any one of my poems, but now anyone can find this. I guess I wish for those close to me not to know who I truly am, I don't wish for them to see my other side.

 

"Awaken"

 

In the dark,

I can not move.

Unable to open my eyes.

 

What is going on?

I want to know.

I need to know.

 

I hear a ripping noise,

The darkness beginning to fade.

Slowly, so slowly...

 

I feel something move in front of my face.

Now I can open my eyes,

I see a square of light.

 

A hand lands on my shoulder,

I turn around, nothing is there...

Except for shadows...

 

A hooded figure appears in the shadows,

We look at each other, it turns me around,

And pushes my head into the light.

 

I see myself,

Surrounded by surgeons.

They're trying to save me...

 

I have lost so much blood,

I am quickly dying.

Please, save me...

 

I'm screaming but, they can't hear me.

My heart is failing,

My body is despairing...

 

I pull myself out of the light,

Shadow, please save me...

I need to Awaken!

 

Shadow Angel, I need you to,

Save me, please help me...

I need to Awaken...

 

I'm pleading now...

Let me Awaken.

I need to Awaken!

 

I'm on my knees,

Begging...

Please have mercy!

 

He points to the light...

I look in,

I see a life of pain...

 

A life of self-hatred...

A life of pointlessness...

A life not worth living...

 

I understand,

It's my time to go...

Lead me away...

 

I take his hand,

He throws me,

Into the light...

 

My eyes are close,

I open them.

I have Awaken...

 

Created on 03/23/12, I've never had surgery nor have anything terrible happen to me but, I wrote this for some reason I can not remember...I seem to have been liking to write about people pleading for their lives...Hmmm...Make out what you can...


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#14 Neyo Wargear

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Posted 09 September 2013 - 11:15 PM

Tis a new day, and a new poem. This one is I don't know. Seriously, I have no idea about this one...

 

"Stand Down"

 

Marching through the ranks,

Surveying the troops.

No one speaks.

 

It's as silent as a cemetery,

No one moves.

Nobody looks at me.

 

Walking among my comrades.

Someone stands in my way,

We look eye to eye.

 

He doesn't move,

We look at each other.

He has no emotion on his face.

 

Get in your rank,

He just stands there.

I said get in your rank.

 

He just stares,

I look him coldly in the eye.

He tries to stare back.

 

Stand down,

Step aside.

Just move aside.

 

We continue to stare,

He is a determined one.

I walk forward.

 

He begins to shift around.

I put my hand on his shoulder.

He begins to shake.

 

Stand down soldier,

Step aside, just move aside.

Get within your own line.

 

I begin to grip his shoulder,

I know the pain you've felt.

Now shoot me, it's your chance.

 

His stare begins to falter,

He lowers his hand.

He begins to sob.

 

His eyes told me a story.

A sad story with,

No clear ending.

 

I loosen my grip,

His body begins to rest.

He stops sobbing.

 

Stand down soldier,

Step aside, just move aside.

Get within your own line.

 

I continue to march,

Inspecting.

Thinking...

 

Move aside

Just step aside.

Get within your own line.

 

Written 03/23/12, I don't really know why I wrote this. I liked how it sounded and it is good. This may or may not be the only poem I post today, I'm sure it won't.


Edited by Neyo Wargear, 09 September 2013 - 11:22 PM.

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#15 Neyo Wargear

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Posted 10 September 2013 - 01:52 AM

Hari

                After the Third World War, the world was left as an apocalyptic desert. Small groups of survivors roamed the desert looking for water and shelter. All of them looked for a world untainted by the radiation. Many resorted to violence and harsh rule to make sure they got what they wanted. Soon, small tribes rose and began to dominate the land but, one large organization was left from pre-WWIII and they were called the Tyrannus. A paramilitary group that was left to enforce the world, it rose from the ashes of the old and began to oppress the new. The Tyrannus began as a force of good but, once Tyrannus came to power by assassinating the good and loving leader, Ius. Everything changed, people were enslaved, those who served without question became those few loyal, and everyone else became nothing. The soldiers remained healthy as everyone else starved and began to die. A soldier that was once part of Tyrannus left after Tyrannus took over, none knew his true name but, he would become known as Hari. A soldier that was part of Tyrannus before Tyrannus took over, he believed strongly in helping the weak and defending those helpless. Hari was a gifted man, blessed with advanced senses, reflexes, and the ability to see the future at times. Hari left the Tyrannus outpost he grew up in and became a wanderer. He wore a black skintight suit to provide protection from the harsh desert sand and winds, a brown trench coat and a cowboy hat. He had a special visor that was bright yellow with two black lines on the side with a red dot constantly searching. He wandered the desert aimlessly searching for people, someone he could help.  Hari was mute and he wore a strange chest piece, it was circular and had four pieces of leather coming from it that connected in the back. It was lined with bullets and a belt he also had that was also lined with bullets. The day Hari was taken, before he had made several strikes against Tyrannus, single handily destroyed entire battalions and several military outposts. Hari gave the people reason to live, hope, and opportunity to take back their lives. He gave water, food, and help to all, he dealed out death and swift justice. Hari main armament was of primarily a semi-automatic pistol and two swords that could be connected into a double edged pole arm. He became a hero to the people and a demon to the Tyrannus, large bounties were placed on his head but, he disappeared for a time.

                Without Hari, the Tyrannus fell to darkness once again; Hari was wandering the desert when the wind began to pick up around him. A dust devil began to form around him, Hari couldn’t escape from this prison and a light appeared from him and was sucked into a craft of some sorts. It would a full year before he was returned. By the time, Hari returned he was a mere legend, Tyrannus propaganda told that Hari was found and killed, he was no more. With no contact of Hari, all believed, their savior wouldn’t abandon them would them? Surely, he wouldn’t, the Tyrannus squished any rebellions that believed Hari was a prisoner and they were determined to save him. Massacres were frequent in the first few months and anger quickly died. The Tyrannus finally had total control. Hari returned to the desert with a strange device grafted into his left hand. A symbol was engraved on his circular chest piece and he could no longer speak. He was accompanied with a bird of some sorts; it had three pairs of wings and six eyes. It was pure white, with red eyes, and long red outer feathers.  It could speak and assist Hari in his battle against the Tyrannus. His left hand was embedded with an alien weapon, it could create weapons out of thin air, and Hari’s weapons became eons advanced of what the Tyrannus had now. Hari’s weapons became advanced and unknown. He mainly used his old semi-automatic pistol that was upgraded into a three round burst pistol and once he picked up an assault rifle that was standard Tyrannus issue it became upgraded into a sleek, light, and powerful fully automatic rifle. His swords were embedded with a strange light that made them lighter and more powerful without increasing the weight and length. Years of the strange alien technology embedded inside of him would later consume him and become a exosuit that further increased Hari’s abilities.

                Hari’s legend would later become the basis of the Hari culture, warriors of gun and blade. These individuals would become infused with the same alien tech as Hari and become a Hari themselves. Hari would train and teach several individuals and once they began to grasp the concept of Hari, protect those weaker than you, help all those who are good in heart, and end all oppression.  No one is left behind, everyone is important, we are all part of a glorious future, compassion, loyalty, and duty is above all. Sacrifice is the greatest gift you can give.

                Those trained and Hari himself would be frozen in cyrosleep and those reawakened would wake up again only to remember their teachings and the standards of the Hari. The Tyrannus would become a solar empire and create a mass army of clones that would complete any order without question and kill without mercy. They would be ruled by Tyrannus, a son of a tyrant eons before, and his Queen. Their sons and daughters would be the future leaders and powerful leaders among the Tyrannus ranks. An experiment to create a super soldier like Hari himself would prove to be disastrous and result in a disease that would consume all, turning those infected into primal creatures belonging to a hive mind that would consume whole Tyrannus fleets whole. These infected were infected by the Corruptus virus; those infected would be called the Pestilence. Nothing more than a strain that attached to various parts of the body and replaced the old cells with their own completely recreating a creature from scratch. This was a very horrible, process that involved extreme pain and the subject would die from the sheer pain. By this time, the Corruptus would already have taken over the body and was self-sufficient and the body was no longer needed to survive. The Pestilence would consume almost a third of the solar system.

                Once the Hari reawakened, the solar system was dominated by the Tyrannus, a third consumed by the Pestilence and a third group called the Machina. The Machina rose from the Tyrannus by a group of scientists that were tasked with creating droids for the Tyrannus military, the Tyrannus instead choose cybernetics over complete machine but, the valuable research and funds received by the Tyrannus allowed the Machina to defect and become their own empire. The Machina machines dominate Tyrannus life, from entertainment to standard technologies, the Tyrannus and Machina have been at war for some time, neither giving up ground. With the endless amounts of clones in the Tyrannus military and the constantly evolving technologies involving advances for new machines. Both fight the Pestilence to resist assimilation. The Hari must fight all three to bring peace to the solar system and restore its former glory.

Hari-Masters of both the blade and the gun, their fight based on their culture, never allowing evil to rule and helping all in need. Their exosuits that take the same name as their way of life, are their main claim to legend, they have advanced senses, stronger overall, faster, and more agile. Disciplined to never forget their way of life and help all. They are the link to the past and the gate to a better future.

Tyrannus-An empire ruled by they tyrant, Tyrannus and his Queen and their children, their family owns all. Being the largest empire in the system, their clone army rules all with an iron fist, from the harsh, dry planet closest to the star and the farthest captured asteroids by the star’s gravity. All in sight is theirs, without question. Their civilians are oppressed, poverty and violence is the norm as pollution and corruption consumes them.

Machina-The dominator in technology all around, it has created endless things that has eased life and made the solar system a somewhat safer place. It provides everything for the Tyrannus and its people. Both cannot leave without another, the Tyrannus people work in the factories and the Machina provide goods for the Tyrannus. Their technology is more advanced than the Tyrannus and their army mainly consists of droids, mechanical animals, and drones with engineers trained to defend their knowledge with all their might. Ruled by a council of top merchant guild leaders, each specializing in a different field, they share and combine their research to create better technology in all fields.

Pestilence-An experiment gone horribly wrong that was supposed to enhance people that became an abomination. It consumed all in its path, leaving nothing. Creatures, people, machines were swallowed and corrupted. There is no cure, there is no end. It keeps advancing, and its hunger never seems to dull or ever will. A hive mind of primal creatures that converge on single ships and planets, they aren’t stupid, they are like a wolf pack, they target the weak and consume only when it knows it can win. Ruled by a Queen that gives birth to corrupted creatures and spreads the Corruptus virus.


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#16 Amarok

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Posted 10 September 2013 - 04:51 AM

An interesting concept, to be sure! I'd love to read a longer story based around the first few people that Hari trained!

 

Also, I'm really enjoying your poems! Great work!


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Posted 10 September 2013 - 08:38 PM

Thank you Amarok, the story of Hari is beginning to evolve, those Hari trained, if I remember correctly, there were 32, more or less. Each with their own special powers, exosuit, and names. Some are still being worked on, figuring out powers and abilities. I'm likely to release stories of each individual trained with a little bio. Poems are on there way, more and more are being created. It's a new day and you know what that means, a new poem and possibly a Hari profile.

 

"Am I"

 

Have I been forgotten?

You never talk to me,

What have I done?

Tell me...

 

We used to talk for hours,

Now you don't even acknowledge me.

Has something gone wrong?

Please tell me...

 

Have I been forgotten?

I want to talk to you.

Please,

I just want to know.

 

Am I a forgotten memory?

Am I just another brick in a wall?

Am I just another boy in the hall?

Was I a passing trend?

 

Please tell me!
I want to know,

I need to know.

Please, just talk to me!

 

Has things gone out of hand?

Did the situation get worse?

Did you accomplish your goal?

Has your body gone cold?

 

Please tell you're still alive.

I know it hurts,

But remember,

You're not alone...

 

Am I a forgotten memory?

Am I just another brick in a wall?

Am I just another boy in the hall?

Was I a passing trend?

 

Please don't forget me.

Because I haven't forgotten you.

Please talk to me,

I just want to know.

 

Am I a forgotten memory?

Am I just another brick in a wall?

Am I just another boy in the hall?

Was I a passing trend?

 

WHAT AM I?

What am I?

What am I...

What am I......

 

Written as of 04/04/12, that was a hard time for me. She left all of a sudden, I didn't know why. It seemed like we were best of friends only a day ago. I miss those days, the days where I still knew if you were alive...


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#18 Neyo Wargear

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Posted 10 September 2013 - 10:37 PM

The Hari storyline, is a complicated one. It begins before the actual Hari become what they will eventually become, there is supposed to be an alien invasion of the solar system. The Cerberus, a international organization was founded by the world's leaders that could prevent an alien incursion. The aliens invade, the Cerberus protect the Earth from it and alien tech is taken and used to advance our own weaponry. From standard slug shooters to Fusion energy rifles, after the prevention of the alien invasion. The Cerberus, lock away the alien tech but, the world leaders want that tech so that they'd have the best weaponry on the planet. Cerberus declines and a secret war begins between Cerberus and the world, a nuclear war begins when countries side with or against Cerberus and the apocalyptic desert, Hari hails from is created. Cerberus would turn into Tyrannus and the alien tech would be discovered years later by Machina. From the beginning, to the story of Hari, and the never ending war between the Tyrannus, Machina, the Pestilence, and the Hari. I have planned to turn this into a game series or at least a book series. Anyway, that's how it began and I'm still working on End Stats for Alpha, the first and most basic Hari.


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Posted 11 September 2013 - 06:29 PM

Twelve years, has it really been that long? Today I'd like to honor those brave men and women who served at the Twin Towers, such a horrible time but, from the ruins great things happened. America stopped and did everything in it's power to save those trapped in the rubble. We must never forget, we shall always remember.

 

I know I've written a poem honoring those of 9/11 but, I can't seem to find it. Here is another poem instead.

 

"Deep Inside"

 

You think you're strong?

You think you're brace?

You think you're powerful?

You think you're tough?

 

Well, I've had enough

You go around looking like a clown

You're pathetic

You're not better than me.

 

You're not strong,

You're not brave.

You're not powerful,

You're not tough.

 

Take a look inside,

Deep inside.

You'll see if you're

Strong, brave, powerful, or tough.

 

You haven't experienced what I have.

You don't know what it's like,

To be strong, brave, powerful, or tough.

You don't know.

 

You think you're strong?

Well, let me tell you.

Have you ever had anyone you love die?

I have now and I don't cry.

 

You're not strong,

You're just a wannabe.

You haven't seen what I have,

Now try to understand.

 

You think you're brave?

Now hear what I say.

Have you ever done something you've always feared?

I have and now I don't fear anything.

 

You're not brave,

You're just a coward.

Hiding behind a mask you wear.

Take the mask off.

 

You think you're powerful?

Listen here.

Have you had the influence to change a decision?

I have and the person I love is still alive.

 

You're not powerful,

You're just a muscle head.

You're not truly powerful,

You're just a boy.

 

You think you're tough?

Try to hear me.

Have you withstood a barrage of hate?

I have and I stood strong.

 

You're not tough.

You're a weakling.

You hide yourself,

Try and show yourself.

 

You think you're strong?

You think you're brave?

You think you're powerful?

You think you're tough?

 

Take a look inside,

Deep inside.

Then, you'll find,

Who you are.

 

Written as of 04/04/12, make what you wish of it. I like it and I guess it's directed at some people I know.


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Posted 11 September 2013 - 11:46 PM

Classes were set by the abilities or powers a certain person had, they were called birthrights. These “birthrights” allowed new and promising classes of Hari to be created and the students became ever more ready to advance in their training.

Hari Profile-

Alpha- The first student of Hari, a young man with nothing to gain or lose. He was discovered by Hari while wondering in the desert, Hari felt an impulse that would not go away. He went toward the impulse and the closer he got, the stronger the impulse, he found a man dying. Once back at Hari’s shelter, he discovered that this man had the same thing grafted into his arm as Hari. Hari was surprised and didn’t know what it meant, but a vision hit him. This man would become just like himself, the alien tech will consume him and become a suit of armor with its own special powers. Once the man woke up, he was confused and afraid. A being completely consumed in an unknown armor watched over him. Hari came close and grabbed the man’s wrist. The symbol was the same as the one on Hari’s shoulder. This made the man understand, Hari would teach the man the way of Hari. Months went by and by the end of his training, he was asked a single question. “Who are you?” asked Hari’s bird. “I am Alpha and I am Hari,” he replied.

A very basic but, powerful Hari Suit, worthy for all Hari. Used as a base for all Hari Suits, and as a training Hari Suit. It may be the base from which all others are created on. It can buff itself and others, this Hari has offensive abilities also for clearing out foes or immobilizing them for others to kill, or Alpha him/herself. This Hari has created a very strong and stable foundation from which all other Hari stand upon.

 

 

Those accepted into the Alpha class, male and female, were those who passed all of Hari’s teachings and standards. The students followed Alpha’s way. They had to be compassionate, noble, loyal, and willing to give up their own life for others no matter how little are saved. Students had to be physically strong and mentally awake, focused to always excel and pass a series of tests to prove they were worthy. After this, they were finally trained by Hari himself, the students were taught how to fight and learn the secret abilities of their Hari Suit. Because those in the Alpha class didn’t have a Birthright, thought they wouldn’t be as strong as the others, but the Alpha class makes up the bulk of the Hari.


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