why was language created? Communication? NO TO WOO WOMEN!

who loves dead poet society?
I do, but more to the point, let me read your creations of every poem post them all I want to read and take advice and learn and everything.

Shall I start?

Alright!

Can you hear me?
Hear me?
Hear me?
I'm fighting to stay alive
I'm fighting for what I love
Can you hear?
My heart
Your heart
Our heart
Beating in time
Hear our rhyme
See it's crime
It's crying
It's dying
We're lying
We've gone no where
To somewhere
Where we don't even know
We can't find the way
My breath is short
Your breath is short
Our breath is short
Hold off the bleeding
Hold off us dying
Hold off the scene
The judgement
The people don't see
They don't know me
They never believe
And they will pay
They will know our love
They forget their place
I will overcome
You will overcome
We will overcome
The thoughts of the world
What they say we are
What they expect to happen
Will never grow
Their seeds aren't planted
We're run away
Inside my mind
Inside your mind
Inside our mind
Where they cannot find
where we hide
Alone in thought
Alone in heart
Together alone
Can you hear it?
I'm fighting
You're fighting
We're fighting
We've won
Can't you hear it?
My heart
Your heart
Our heart
We're one

Wow.

It's good...

Here's my Australian poem that I composed about Sydney's City:

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The City’s Lungs Have Cancer
By Jacob Martin

The City’s lungs have cancer
Not even a great Necromancer
Could raise decaying Sydney from the dead
The never-ending smog and smoke clogs our heads

You could almost fail to escape it
We are slaves to the CBD
It’s where we all work, trying to fit
Into a rustling, bustling hub of greed

The traffic is jammed
As the cars pile in
To a City that’s crammed
With squalour and sin

Sydney coughs its dying breaths
Even the worker’s lungs turn black
We ought to give it rest in death
We should leave it and never come back.

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wow that's very discriptive. I really liked that.

Is it really that bad down there?

take two

Ink and pencil
Paper and pad
The story of fireworks
Beteween girl and lad

Sad and lonely
And broken hearted
With another boy
The girl had parted

A simple secret
Hidden and well kept
THe boy saw her
And his heart lept

A hidden passion
Filtered to no ear
Sideways glances
To he, the girl found dear

A planned party
A special set date
On fourth of July
They met their fate

Many friends gathered
In one room
With boy and girl
the secrets loom

One good sixe bed
No one on the floor
One in a chair
In the bed there are four

THe boy slips his arm around the girls waist
He kises the back of her neck
With eased haste

And as the bright of day
Slips into night
The boy held the girl
Ever so tigh

When it's finally dark
And no one can see
Boy kisses girl softly
And both smile with glee

When Finally parted
With a little smirk
They look up to see
The first firework