Masked Poet

I am a college student and enjoy writting in my spare time. I hope you enjoy my works. Thank you, Masked Poet.

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Letter Too ME

Dear me,

           This is a letter to the past. I know you are trying to be strong for others, but don’t think you are so far gone in the darkness that you are hiding. You will find your way out of the shadows holding God’s hands. You are not a demon or a mistake, just special. You will learn that the battles you have fought have equipped you to find the lost and bring them into love. I know its hard and that you feel alone and lost, and I know that you would rather be dead than take another breath but keep fighting and never give up; a better life is on it’s way.

           This letter is to the present. Relax. You work day by day and fear for the future, it isn’t healthy. Has God not provided for you? Has he not guided you to this moment? You do not even ask for help but then stress over the future and worry about things that are in his control. He knows a little more than you. So, you can carry a cup of water without spilling it, God created the ocean without forgetting the sky. The future is covered and in good hands.

           This letter is to the future. I can only imagine what you have seen and experienced. I hope to get to you better than I am now. I need to apologize to you, I don’t eat healthy and I don’t study for any class. I know that this is a problem and all my promises to myself are usually quickly forgotten. I promise to work on that. I wonder what you have accomplished. Are we a parent, did we marry her after we lived together for a few years or did that plan fall through? Do we still sing that silly song in the shower that always makes us laugh? Were did we land and plant roots? I must admit I’m scared to death about reaching you and finding out the answers but at the same time I am so excited to see how God has blessed us.

           Until the next time we meet,

Me.

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A light through the dark

Why do you seek me. You couldn’t see through my darkness so you got a lamp to light your path. You found my walls that I’ve spent years building and tried to tear them down. You learned of my demons and killed everyone of them that you found. You heard my secrets and yet acted as if you’d heard it before. You found me in my despair with a smile on your face and you gave me your hand but I still don’t understand; why did you risk everything for a man who only wanted death as a friend?

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Reading A Book

I remember playing wizard’s chess with Ron our first year.

Deciphering Harmony’s clue when she was petrified.

Saving the innocent Buckbeak and Pad-foot.

Watching Harry as he competed in the Tri Wizard Tournament.

Joining the secret Dumbledore’s Army.

Mourning the death of a beloved headmaster.

Fighting against the dark lord side by side with my friends and classmates.

I remember walking to my grandmother’s house with my wagon of books to a new semester and adventure in this magical world.

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Violet Evergarden

She was like a doll. Pretty face and a dress of lace. Stone face that never changed. Cold and methodical with no emotions to follow, she pursued that which she faltered. To understand others and their emotions. She craved to know what it meant to love and be loved. For he was the only to show her any at all.

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How We Got The Moon

A girl in a costal village had a strange attachment to the water. Any chance she had she would be by its side dancing and splashing creating small waves. She caught the attention of God one day, and he delighted in watching her play. One day though she fell ill and after some time she died. God accepted her into heaven and asked if she would like to play with the water again. Her face shined as bright as the sun and she begged to be by its side once more. So God placed her near the earth, her face as bright as when given the offer, and she began pulling and pushing the water once again and God delighted in watching her play. This is how the moon came to be.

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My Curse

I am a cursed man. I have accepted that fact. When I get close to others they get burned and I get hurt. But no matter how many times I remind myself of this you come to my mind. Your laughter and smile. The way my heart beats faster when you’re near. Us jokingly planning the future together and all those around us saying what a couple we would make. I do want to love you, to get close, to let you in, but the darkness I hide will only hurt you. The curse that has been placed on me will get you. I want to love you but to show my love I must resist getting close. I must love from afar, and pray that God will send you better.

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My Anthem

At age 8, you began to ignore me.

At age 10, you told me I didn’t matter.

At age 11, you started being a dad to other kids leaving me to watch and hope that I could gain your affection.

At age 12, I gave up on people and emotions.

At age 13, I became a perfect actor hiding my emotions and convincing everyone I was happy

At age 14, I secretly planned my escape.

At age 15, I secretly planned my death.

At age 16, I found my own family that loved me.

At age 17, I found a Heavenly Father that loved me.

At age 18, I found the path I was to go down.

Now I am a teacher. Helping the future of our society. Helping the depressed and forgotten that no one sees. People tell me that I won’t make a living. That I won’t make a difference. But after fighting through everything that I have fought through, I have chosen myself as a champion and will help those that haven’t learned that they matter to. This is my anthem, my philosophy of teaching, of being a Christian, of being a decent person. I will make a difference, maybe not to the whole world, but to someone’s world. I will be a light that spreads hope through the darkest of darkness. I will fight to reach people that have given up on themselves. I will become the person I prayed would find me.

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How close

Lord,

How close have we come to Sodum and Gomorrah? How similar are we to the ancient Israelites and people of Judah? Like the cities of Sodum and Gomorrah we have become slaves to our greed and lust, only wanting to help our selves. Like Israel and Judah we claim you as our God, but let the needy cry out in despair. We as a people have forgotten your promises to hear and help those that cry out. We have turned worship into a chore. Making noise, giving sacrifices, using blinding lights in hope that you won’t see what we are trying to hide. We try to distract you from the cries of dispair. Like the Israelites we cried out to you, to save us from the injustices of a nation. And just like them you saved us, gave us land and let us build a nation. And just like them we forgot where we came from, we forgot that the God that heard our cries and saved us, will hear the cries of others and save them from any nation. Just like them we have placed idols before you, God, breaking the sacred commandment. I fear that just like the Israelites, you will send prophets to speak for you and we will not listen. That just like them we will be exiled from our land and forced to work for the conquerors. So please God, hear my prayer and answer the unworthy, fearful sinner that dares speak to you. How close are we to you taking everything away?

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The Seasons of Love

In the spring we began our relationship. both of us a virgin to love. Neither of us knowing the touch of another. All of this ancient dance a new experience. The excitement of new. Everything looked clearer, more colorful. The flowers smelled sweeter, sun felt warmer on our cheeks, even the bees in the meadow seemed to dance like fairies. Everything had a new magic.

In the summer we reached new heights in our relation. giving our first kiss to each other, our bodies to pleasure the other. The days grew hotter and so did our passion. We fell victim to our lust for each other. We grew closer in all ways; physically, emotionally, and even spiritually. We learned everything about the other, and loved all we saw.

In the fall we grew comfortable with each other, which gave way to boredom. We both began craving new love, a new flavor, but staying true to each other and never giving in to that desire.

In the winter, like the plant life, our relationship ended with one last kiss. One last deep look into each others eyes. One last goodbye. You drove away into the night, and I turned my back and cried.  The feeling of the cold air and pain in my chest the only indication that I was still alive.

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From Earth to Heaven, to Hell

I walk into a room and all I see is white. White walls, white marble floors and pillars. Flowers of all kinds in only one color. A person in their Sunday best laying on a cold slab of rock, a blank expression on their face.

I hear people crying behind the closed doors. A preacher preaching of God’s love and mercy. The wind in the trees as if nature is singing one last lullaby.

I feel a strange sense of fear and excitement. A feeling of lifted burdens. A weightlessness that causes one to try and fly.

A bright white light shining from the ceiling coming from no where. A voice that is both booming with an extreme loudness that it causes the earth to shake and so soft and quiet that it can barely be heard.

The room disappeares and I’m faced with a gate, a judge and a record of all I’ve done, and no excuses to be found to explain myself.

A feeling of falling, the temperature dropping fast, the light diminishing into total darkness, the sound of a metal door slamming, screams of agony all around.

The feeling of hopelessness, of abandonment, of sorrow.

Cold, isolated, and scared.

Waking up safe and warm. Tears streaming down from the recognition of my faults. Screaming, begging for redemption. A feeling of peace so sweet. A total feeling of real change.

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A childish promise

A childish promise. To be together forever if we can wait for each other throughout the years. The innocent smile and the twinkling in your eyes makes me think you might actually hold your end of the deal. That against the odds we will comeback together and be wed. To go from old friends to husband and wife without a single date. To have a relationship from a movie screen. Could God have planned this from the start.

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Love or dreams

A choice must be made. The path of love or the path of hopes and dreams. The path of love ends with you and me being together, maybe forever maybe for only a short while but together nonetheless. This path however will involve me giving up my dreams to be with you. I would have to change my future to be with you and I know that I would give up heaven for just a kiss from you so a simple dream is nothing to me when compared to a second with you. The other path, the path of hopes and dreams, keeps me going down the path that makes me feel alive. It lets me help others and better this world. It gives me strength to face the corruption of the world and believe that it can return to being holy. It lets me believe that there is still a light in this bleak place. Both paths I face with an uncertainty of which is right.

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Puzzle

He was a broken boy. Good at hiding the pain behind a mask and playing the part of the confident soldier while wishing someone would see past his facade.

She was a rejected saint. Neither the God above nor the devil below claimed her as a part of their tribe. She had the gift of sight, seeing the unseen around humanity, but feared she would always be rejected because of her gift.

They came together and completed the puzzle that both were craving to be finished. The man had someone that knew everything about him and still wanted to be by his side, and the girl found someone who would love her and create a new heaven for her to reside.

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First Kiss

The feeling of the cool breeze that is gently blowing her hair. The sound of crickets chirping in the shadows. The sight of the fireflies, dancing in the night air like fairies. The sound of the gently rolling water in the creek.

The twinkle of her eyes. The beautiful smile. The glistening of her lip gloss.

The beating of my heart. The excitement of what is coming next. The feeling of my hands becoming clammy. The magic when our lips touch.

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Society as roses

I entered the rose garden. Viewing the pretty flowers and the different colors they expressed, I noticed that they seemed diseased. Some of the petals drooped and shriveled, some of the roses had a little less color. I noticed the disease that made them different but I also noticed the thing that made them similar… their thorns. The last line of defense to keep them safe, the prettiest flowers that stood out the most had the sharpest thorns to protect them from being hurt. The flowers that were darker hid themselves in the leaves and behind other flowers, who seemed happy to alienate the ones that didn’t fit in. All of the roses competed for in the prettiest flower competition but all tried to hide their flaws behind a mask, losing what made them unique and truly lovely. - maskedpoet

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The Goddess

I never believed in love until I saw her. The goddess of my dreams, the siren whose song had ensnared my heart and captivated my entire being. I feel in love with fire and I learned what it truly meant to be burned. The same light in her twinkling eyes turn my love into passion and then extinguished the flame leaving me bewildered and confused at the scene that had just played out. The same girl that had taught me love, made me fear to fall back into the temptation of that sweet dance again.

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Angel and Demon

I saw you again. You still had those twinkling eyes that made me fall in love. That smile that made you look like an angel . Your hair framed your face the way true beauty should be presented. How you are the personification of God’s holy light. How did you come to love a demon like me? My cold eyes that resemble black holes, my crooked smile that shows sharp teeth, my stone heart that will not beat. When you look at our relationship, it is no wonder that the universe was placed in-between our kind. While I learned how to live and love, you lost the light that made you perfect. While I learned how to be good, you forgot what good was. When I learned sacrifice, you learned freedom. When I lost you, you found who you used to be before you knew me.