If you can call this Poetry ! (Judge Dredds Attempted Poems !)(Mature Warning)

[Rival Max]

This is a showcase of my poetry if you can call it that. I mostly just like the flow of words and went through a phase a couple of years back! Everything will be under spoilers. Just a heads up a lot of this is about relationships. It seems that in the best and worst moments I have been able to cough out these pieces.

This first part is the love poems. My favorite poem is at the end of the list.

Title: My Music Was Earsed Today Part #1
Description: The first two were written together, at least the basic theme was in both they just ended up feeling so much different that I had to separate them.


My music was erased today
The songs I love, have gone away
They were tall and strong and very brave
Through there words, I was enslaved
There intentions now, are still unclear
They made me happy, they made me scared
With a smile in the night, seconds later there be a fight
How could Aventura like The Fray
It didn't work and they couldn't stay
I tried to beg, I tried to plea, maybe these words were not meant for me
Will I forget these words in time? will these words escape my mind ?
I asked them to go, and stay away, for a month until this day.
Until the moon fills the sky, neither will there tempo rise
Their thoughts and feelings will remain, an unheard track inside my brain
Silence now, is all that’s left, like a heavy pressure inside my chest
I know my heart is beating still, its just that life is half the trill
Maybe it was her who took my songs, but all this I time I could be wrong


Title: My Music Was Earsed Today Part #2

Maybe this isn’t my fault, I’m like a bank with an empty vault
There isn’t much left inside, from the robbers, I could not hide
Even though my doors were strong, they didn’t last very long
My steel and locks were out of date
It was the careless bank mangers that decide my fate
They did not notice, now it much to late.
The question now, is what went wrong?
The security, the tellers, the owners son
They were all there on that very day.
When the air turned from blue to smoky gray
How could this have gone unseen?
With cameras and lasers and all kinds of security machines
Im just the vault, Im not its voice,
Im mindful of my maker’s choice
Im only responsible for what’s inside
But that object I protect with pride
Its value to me is mostly unknown, in my dark steel, it hides alone
The people here have filed it away, until that moment, until they day
Where they decide to free the heart
My job is simple, we must not part


Title: The future of her
Description: What another poem about love...if you guessed that you would be right. I think to a certain extent the search for love or heartache plays a huge part on our creativity.


The future of her

Through the looking glass we go,
What we see
Shall not be known
Inside the image trapped with in reminds us of a foggy mirror stained with finer prints
Those distorted images do not belong to you or I
But represent a memory that has yet to die.
Movements now are like movements then.
Trace the lines with a fine tipped pen.
does that mean it belongs to you ?
Or is it just our version of the truth
Sadly that which I can not know…is washed away from head to toe
But does that mean I should not try ?
To give up now would be a shameless lie
Don’t think me less a man
Even shadows like to occasionally mend
Am I apart of your final stage ?
I can’t know now, ill have to wait.



Title: V
Description: By far my favorite poem, but the thing is a damn lie. This wonderful poem was written to my best friend years back whom, i was in love with..The only problem was I had a girlfriend at the time who found it. Reading it now I can tell that I really thought I was in love. Its kinda funny thinking about how messed up this time was.


Your something that has grown on me
But at first I couldn’t see
Its the little moments here and there
A smile, a look, long brown hair
It make me smile, it makes me think
For that instance I will not blink,
I hold that image in my head
Until it is replaced again

It’s a place in my heart
A laugh, a smile, a sweet remark
Even if she could replace
She hardly has your heart or your grace,
Wrapped inside blue so bright, it inspires the sun to fight the night
Although the whole world can see,
Only your smile matters to me.
Chains that sparkle and watchs that glow
Attract a certain kind of so and so
Your intention are good and very sweet
For that reason blue patterned shoes line my feet
I guess what im trying to say,
As long as you’re here, I will stay

To the number count of ones and twos
You sway to beat the from your hips to your shoes
I try to keep up, I try to dance
But with half the experience, I don’t stand half the chance
I use my own weapons of choice
To win your heart and hear your voice
Like a roman archer with a Lance
I throw words, and smiles, to fake romance
If one thing should pierce your heart
And something shall one day
It wont be smile I have on display
It wont be the pocket monster that I command
It wont even be the fancy watch I wear on my hand
It wont be my eventul masterey of dance
It wont be a Spanish word spoke in romance
It will be the real me, and not my fool
The real me, and hes pretty cool

[Rival Max]

This second part is random stuff not a happy...These poems were written about loss in my life. So they are a little personal.

Title: Never will I know your name.
Description: This one is about as personal as they come. The poem is still something that pulls up a lot of emotion.


Never will I know your name
But in my heart you will remain.
Like the imprint on a silhouette
images and thoughts are tattooed to my chest
I think of you both day and night,
Things went wrong, we were’nt right
You’re never going to be to blame
For our actions which were insane
All day long I stare in space
Even in the dark nothingness, I see your face
A face to me that is unclear
A face to me that wont be near
I chase the image through my mind
Traces of you is all I find
You never were, you never will
Or at least that was the promise from the pill
It messed up and so did we
From this point, I can’t flee




Never will I know your name
Years have passed, I feel the same
Some might say to deal with this
Others simply don’t give a ****
I lost my soul that dreadful night
I gave it up without a fight.
Since that moment time has passed
Like drops of sand through the hour glass.
Each moment that passes before my eyes
Reminds me of the way you died.
We fought each other day and night
We said horrible things, that weren’t right.
Now all that’s left of what you were and could have been
Stains the paper with my pen.
Your presence now, has mostly gone away
But I still miss you every day.



Title: 3810
Description: I lost a student a couple years back to a tragic car wreck. At that time I was still going through what happened in the poem above. In this piece I am trying to fight my way out but the world feels so much smaller. Her name was Jocylen.


The letter meant to be what it is, is what it isn’t
The pitter patter, fitter flatter, matter of all.
No moment more real then a child’s belief in the gigantic dinosaurs
which lumber, limber , linger in the mind of child’s adult shell
he now digs through life hoping, prying, begging for a piece, a part, a place.
Each moment more fickle then a thousand senior citizens holding, grasping to the little money given,
Liven is not easy
not meant to be, so fight, tally forth through aristocracy and bull***t that clouds the vision of your controlled life.
Like a thick smog, blinders, finders, reminders of where you are and where you are not.
One hope for you, latch, attach, merge to another. Write what you can, while you can for you who you can. The dance gets harder, more complicated as each grain of sand makes its way through the tunnels of your life line until,
Finally it reaches the pile of broken dreams
What if ? why not ?
The letter that was meant to mean one thing, means something else
A thousand just like you, look back, look forward…they are all you.
They can do what you do, some of worse, but more better...
Your cursed, doomed, a unborn mouse sealed away frozen for the day that the tamed snake is hungry.
How sad is that, a snake with no fight, devouring a mouse with no hope…
Swing, spring, sing, leap into life
A zombie can do it, so can you.
Come back from the dead, devour all the information you can, break open the heads of those who contain it, take their thoughts, dreams , experiences, take it all.
Suck the source dry, fly, cry, live or die.
The letter meant as a goodbye, is really a warning to live.
To take, to break, to push , to shove, to hate and finally to love
She will be missed, for each treasured moment should be marked with a kiss

[Dragon Master Mike]

I like your poems! I can really feel the emotion, particularly in "V" and "Never will I know your name."

[Rival Max]

I like your poems! I can really feel the emotion, particularly in "V" and "Never will I know your name."

Thanks man! Im glad that you enjoyed them. Some times its much easier to convey emotions than others.