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I am rock-heavy, quiet, half-
minded, world-strong. The sun bursts
with my light, not the other way round.
This sky's my breath, this earth
my monkey fist. Past that, feet, my
feet, become what they scrape, and that
in turn becomes mine. The stars
pale to my fire-eyes, my golden sight,
I can strong-arm the cosmos. You won't
change these things, same as a five-pillar
cage could not. Mountains can't hold me
past five hundred years, and I'll play
tricks, even after. This adventure
makes us, not you, not me. Today, I am
rock-heavy, quiet, world-strong, and
empty, and this is defined through you.
minded, world-strong. The sun bursts
with my light, not the other way round.
This sky's my breath, this earth
my monkey fist. Past that, feet, my
feet, become what they scrape, and that
in turn becomes mine. The stars
pale to my fire-eyes, my golden sight,
I can strong-arm the cosmos. You won't
change these things, same as a five-pillar
cage could not. Mountains can't hold me
past five hundred years, and I'll play
tricks, even after. This adventure
makes us, not you, not me. Today, I am
rock-heavy, quiet, world-strong, and
empty, and this is defined through you.
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Literature
Scorching Sunset
When a poet's heart breaks,
take a seat and shelter under my leaves.
The best we can do is pretend
there is still time
to paint the world in wildfire.
Literature
Faith
What do you believe in?
Ask different people
You'll get different answers
I believe in trust
I believe in hope
I believe in God
I believe in love
I believe in the law
I believe in peace
I believe in my family
I believe in facts
I believe in happiness
I believe in my dreams
I believe in science
I believe in passion
I believe in hard work
I believe in others
I believe in working together
I believe in change
I believe in the future
I believe in my country
I believe in leadership
I believe in fairy tales
I believe in greatness
I believe in happy endings
I believe in success
I believe in myself
What do you believe in?
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Pirate Moon
A bloody moon rose, hungry, through the mist
to wash his crimson glow across the waves
and froth the surging whitecaps with the kiss
that sent ten thousand sailors to their graves.
Beneath that vicious moon, a sail was set –
as was the fate of some poor, hapless crew
oblivious to the impending threat
that drifted ever closer through the blue.
The moon smiled sweetly, bathing naked steel,
as cannon shuddered through the velvet night
to rend the sodden trader, hull and keel
and put an end to her frenetic flight.
The captain's grin shone redder than his sword
As he o'ersaw the booty brought aboard.
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Sun Wukong was the original Mary Sue.
That was a joke, please don't take it seriously.(The original Mary Sue was obviously Gilgamesh.) 
ANYWAY. One of the problems I've always had with writing is that I don't have anything that I'd call a steady style. On the one hand, it means that writing can sometimes be the equivalent of throwing darts. On the other hand it means that I end up writing crazy stuff like this out of the blue.
On the third hand, it makes it really hard for me to filter through my own works to determine what's actually good to keep until well after they've been written. Anyway, I'm rambling. Suffice to say, I currently like this.
That was a joke, please don't take it seriously.
ANYWAY. One of the problems I've always had with writing is that I don't have anything that I'd call a steady style. On the one hand, it means that writing can sometimes be the equivalent of throwing darts. On the other hand it means that I end up writing crazy stuff like this out of the blue.
On the third hand, it makes it really hard for me to filter through my own works to determine what's actually good to keep until well after they've been written. Anyway, I'm rambling. Suffice to say, I currently like this.
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Keep everything. Every Idea. There isn't any real reason not to, and something may catch you as you re arrange the filing cabinet or look back at your past. I have destroyed several thousand poems over the course of my life, and sometimes there's a nagging urge to go back and look at one, because just one line, or just one word combination, comes to my mind which would have fit that idea. Moral of my experience, keep what you've written, even if you're sure it's the worst drivel you've ever produced.
Style, do not have one. Writing isn't about saying, "i'm gonna do all sonnets, or I'm going to hit it up with only haiku (though to be fair to that art, you can spend a lifetime trying to write Good Haiku and have spent it rather well), the structure fits the words, not the other way around. Otherwise it sounds forced, sounds contrived, and honesty is what it's all about. We can see what other's have written, because of the internet, the only thing that is really unique is each person's experience. What I see you shall see, but it will not be as I have seen it (whitman paraphrase). Having a style is having a gag, and gags will mute artistic expression, generally speaking.
That isn't said there to suggest that if you have an idea that you hammer out and it looks a lot like a sonnet that you shouldn't write a sonnet, by all means, those are hard to produce and often haunting because of how easy they are to recall.
There will be no critique here. I'm afraid that as this was basically a writing excersise for you it would be unfair, but as you move forward, think about the things that made you feel this way, that engaged the aggressive desire to triumph. I would also suggest perhaps not sounding like Gorbechev's famous misquote "history is on our side, we will bury you (actually he said out endure you, but whatever).
Keep everything. Every Idea. There isn't any real reason not to, and something may catch you as you re arrange the filing cabinet or look back at your past. I have destroyed several thousand poems over the course of my life, and sometimes there's a nagging urge to go back and look at one, because just one line, or just one word combination, comes to my mind which would have fit that idea. Moral of my experience, keep what you've written, even if you're sure it's the worst drivel you've ever produced.
Style, do not have one. Writing isn't about saying, "i'm gonna do all sonnets, or I'm going to hit it up with only haiku (though to be fair to that art, you can spend a lifetime trying to write Good Haiku and have spent it rather well), the structure fits the words, not the other way around. Otherwise it sounds forced, sounds contrived, and honesty is what it's all about. We can see what other's have written, because of the internet, the only thing that is really unique is each person's experience. What I see you shall see, but it will not be as I have seen it (whitman paraphrase). Having a style is having a gag, and gags will mute artistic expression, generally speaking.
That isn't said there to suggest that if you have an idea that you hammer out and it looks a lot like a sonnet that you shouldn't write a sonnet, by all means, those are hard to produce and often haunting because of how easy they are to recall.
There will be no critique here. I'm afraid that as this was basically a writing excersise for you it would be unfair, but as you move forward, think about the things that made you feel this way, that engaged the aggressive desire to triumph. I would also suggest perhaps not sounding like Gorbechev's famous misquote "history is on our side, we will bury you (actually he said out endure you, but whatever).