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"Aashir, you alright?" said a companion, I was too blind from my pain.
"Yeah man, alright." I think I was high or somethin'
"He's alive, thank Allah!"
A bunch a men started huggin' but I could barely tell, I was feeling numb to the point you can't think, you can't do anything, your just doing all of the necessary bodily functions. I for got what my name was at the time.
After some time sleeping, I woke up with full awareness. I remembered then, my name was Aashir Aasim Ahad, triple A huh. I was born and raised in Jerusalem,Islam; my mother was a maid and my father a fighter, I lived in a deserted part of Jerusalem. When I became seventeen, I joined the forces of the "Sons of Allah", little did I know, I was doing evil and not serving Allah. After a long walk home, it loaded my guns, sharpened my blades, and had some rest. I was dreaming away...
Dreaming away...

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This is my poem Pencil (It is awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwesssssssssssssssssssoooooooooooooooooome)

Posted by Steldon6 Dec. 6, 2008 @ 7:22 AM EST

Pencil

I am a pencil,
My life is short.
But when I become older
I feel shorter,
feeling that I'll never stand above the crowd, as the song goes.
But when I feel short,
there's this feeling of being keen,
so sharp,
so positive
I forget I am dying and look at all that is good, ignoring all evil.
But that feeling turns to dull mush,
as I'm used for both smart reasons and dumb.

I can erase mistakes,
but eventually I can't, I'll forget.
But I cannot bleed out,
like my ancestor the pen.
Sometimes I can extend,
but I will run out sometime, as I am used.

Whom will own me,
someone who will not let me free,
of my own purposeful slavery.
But I cannot be given bonus years,
like my ancestor the pen.

Sometimes I
all of a sudden drop the keen feeling,
I feel broken and I bleed from inside, and cry,
just a little.
I can break like a twig,
would anyone care?

But for some reason I look foward to dying,
To leave this merciless reality ruined by humanity.

But as I can erase,
unlike my ancestor the pen,
I can erase,
I can rewrite.....
I can teach........
I am a pencil

I will sometimes make great things,
and I don't get the credit.... well I don't want the credit,
fame would only make me just like them,
ruthless and angry,
so selfish and holding all the riches and spoils for myself,
for no one else,
not even to those who care.
But I won't be,
Because I am a pencil.......