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Best Poems From
ROBERT L. BIXLER III
(February 14,1985)
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Child
Childhood naivete and foolish mistakes
Creative lies and selfish ideals
Drunken parties and false romances
Immoral activities and uneducated remarks
Such I've been denied
Forced to grow before my time
Punished without a crime
Loving life but I only survive, so I lied
I watch this world around me
I feel lost and insecure.
Yet all the while, I'm the most mature
In this world I could never be
Crazy stunts and Life-threating actions
Egotistical thoughts and Superman Complexes
Social in-equalities and Aesthetic comparisons
Chaotic Conformist and Mindless Followers
When was my right of passage given
Why was I the first to grow old
Can't I be stupid and bold
I just want a life to be livin' (to be livin')
I watch as people learn to live n' love
They all just stare through me
Myself as an equal they'll never see
I'm stuck as the mature one; of this world I'm above
Divided life, giving time, leaving mine
Crazy times, heartfelt mistakes, nothing is fine
Drunken actions, lustfull intentions, love never known
Painful days, restless nights, death is my own
An adult in a child's world... I'm too mature
An adult in a child's world... I'm too sane
An adult in a child's world... I'm too kind
An adult in a child's world... I'll never fit in here.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: crazy poems, child poems, childhood poems, world poems, people poems, lost poems, life poems, death poems, time poems, children poems, romance poems
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Class of 2004
Walking tall with a rhythmic stride
Towards this one last test
With effervescent pride, so hard to hide;
We stand, diplomas in hand, at infinite moment's best.
Four cursedly short years-
Some could pray for more;
Years that saw the conquering of fears,
And the acquiescence of majestic lore.
From waddling freshmen un-assured
Of ourselves, and the ways of the heart,
To that of sure-footed, lack-lovéd cured,
Future leaders of the world ready to start,
Such transformations have been found
In our own reflected mirror image.
Yet, all the while we are still bound
For the same youthful visage
That was created by childhood dreams.
Eager we step forward, class of two-thousand n' four,
Ready to grab life by its very seams,
Roll with the punches, and still return for more.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: childhood poems, mirror poems, future poems, pride poems, world poems, dream poems, fear poems
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Creature of the Night
In darkness swirling sound
Death is abound and all around.
Find your solace in the final requiem
When with salty taste life leaves, carpe diem.
Vampirish lusting-love desire in thee.
Thirsting decayance of death of me.
But I fly the darkened night,
A much cruel and respited sight.
Your weak mind and uneasy soul
Would fall short in death with this dole.
Only one pure of heart,
And self-sacrificed, could start
To survive this morbid flight
That I have come to love. I am a creature of the night.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: carpe diem poems, death poems, night poems, heart poems, love poems
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Crestfallen
Release the depths of hell in me
And raise furies for the world to see.
Scourned and burnt, blackhearted and alone;
Death's pugnate odor becomes my cologne.
Wraith born of pure hate,
In me, awake late.
Infernos to burn the insolate
Beyond what one can relate.
Burden of dark heart
And desire of blood's red flow start
Daggered tongue and triggered fingers,
I stand tall as your last breath lingers.
Await the final reckoning
When all my fury is self-incriminating.
Laid to rest and life sullen,
I am the crestfallen.
Wraith born of pure hate,
In me, awake late.
Infernos to burn the insolate
Beyond what one can relate.
Guard your soul as I come to take
That which was denied. Fear my hellish wake.
Forgiveness is divine, but mine is of requital.
Bleeded heart and dried soul, my punishment is fit for all.
Wraith born of pure hate,
In me, awake late.
Infernos to burn the insolate
Beyond what one can relate.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: hate poems, red poems, fear poems, alone poems, dark poems, death poems, heart poems, world poems
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