I thought having a place to post poems would be nice.  You can post your poems and short stories here.  If you do not want people to critique your poems and/or stories, please say so.  Also: Do not say poems/stories are bad, instead, give suggestions to make the poem/story better.  Also (again): If you do not want to change your poem/story, you don't have to, they are just suggestions.  You don't have to post poems and stories and stuff, if you don't want to.  I just thought it would be cool to have a thread about it.  Also (again, again): Do not copy poems/stories, it's fine to be inspired by them, but do not copy.
So, i'll go first, here are my poems, I'll post my stories later, enjoy!  (You can critiqie it)

[spoiler=MILLIONS]
People are the millions of stories,
In the library of life,
They are never ending stories,
No one can ever read.

The author of each story,
As gifted as they are,
Will find many things wrong,
With there story of life.

The stories are just there,
No one will ever read them,
They must continue writing there own,
And not steal ideas.

People are the stories and poems,
That are lost in the library,
Always cheched in on time,
But then never out.

People may just glimpse a page,
Always the closest friends,
But then no more,
For they to, are the authors.

there are millions of stories,
But we only, truly, know our own,
the people out there write a page every day,
To add to there endless tale.

You may think you cannot write,
But trust me as I speak,
Our stories will live on as art,
amoungst the millions of other tales.

Don't stop writing,
Even if it is something dreadful,
Do not stop,
For you and i truly know that this life is not fair.

Life is not a fairy-tale,
For life is life,
And as good as life can be,
We truly know that is not the best.

Our lives will not live on forever,
But our stories will,
With the millions of others,
In the library of endless shelves.

Our stories might be short but also might be long,
As soon as we enter this world,
we are authors,
No matter how young or old.

Our stories are stories,
no one will understand,
No matter if they siblings,
Lead the same life,
Our stories are ours,
No one will understand.
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[spoiler=HEARPATHS]
People come into our lives,
Leaving footsteps of misery,
Or Joy,
In our hearts.
Friends leave long paths,
Enemies leave short,
then we reach an end of a path,
And someone else,
Will make a fork,
In our heartpaths,
That no one else will follow,
Because people we meet,
Are never the same.
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[spoiler=WIND]
Wind,
Though it's strong,
Though it's fierce,
It will not intrude,
Our warm comforting home,
We hear it,
It howls,
It tries to get in,
But the warmth of our home,
Is to strong,
For the icy cold Febuary wind.
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[spoiler=THE KEYS]
8 keys are dead,
they will never play,
Their sweet notes,
Ever, ever again,
The person reasponsible,
For this tragity,
Will get out of tune,
And eventually will,
Too, stop thier song,
Most songs are good,
But there may be,
Just as many bad,
In this disc of,
Nver ending life,
8 keys are dead.
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[spoiler=HOPE]
Some can not see any point,
In continuing this long journey,
Of fullfillment,
Instead of sun they see rain,
Instead of love they feel hate,
Instead of smiles they see frowns,
We know we will die,
But the whole point of dying,
It to appretiate your life before,
It happens,
They feel no hope,
Because they have no hope,
We all know these are bad times,
Because they are,
In the past,
People made it through The Depression,
Through wars,
Through life,
People in the future,
Who have no hope,
Will look back on us,
Knowing tese times were depressing,
Frightful,
Hard,
So they will have hope,
Knowing that people suffered,
But survived,
They will have hope.
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[spoiler=THE FIRE WILL NEVER DIE]
The fire,
The warmth,
The meaning,
Of the fire,
Will never Die,
As we circle it,
Like a moth does a lamp,
We think what life would be like,
Without this fire,
That will never die,
It would be dark,
It would be cold,
It would be meaningless,
Without the fire,
That will never die.
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