Different Poems, Same Poet

We are all poems
Our lines are our lives
Some short, some long
Some considered to be
Weak, some strong
Being judged by masses
To be right or wrong
Some of blend in
Others stick out amongst
The rest
For worst or for best
Trials & test
Failure & success
Some of us cherished
Others balled up & crumble to a mess
To where its hard to make the lyrics
Filled with wrinkles, rips & edges torn
But you cannot break the spirit
Some of us are crying
Cant you hear it?
Not fully appreciated
Defined ourselves by comparing to others
So our self-value has depreciated
Others wept
Cause no one cared enough look into our depths
Settling for the external surface
So we feel like we've defeated our purpose
Others wondering nervous
Our greatest fear is that we become fuel for the furnace
Some of us are earnest, honorable & truthful
While others are lies, fools of ridicule, appearing unfruitful
The scum's, bums & outcasts
Slow to believe in us, but they doubt fast
The frustration & misery because our present memory
Not able outlast the imprint of our past
Some violent with anguish
Foul & vulgar language
Many unable to consent out content
Cause they cant accept our strangeness
Some of us well known & common
Others long lost & forgotten
Some ripe with potential
Others are going rotten
Full of plans plotting
Some us are injured & smitten
But we're still being spitted
Live-wires & fighters not quite ready to say "Good reddens!"
Following ambitions, some with hidden intentions
Some so common place, our face value has diminished
Some are works that are finished, others still being written
Some seek solitude, others craving attention
Followers & leaders
Some desire readers in order to convert believers
There are those who oppose foes & deceivers
Liars & cheaters
Some fathering their children
Others are dead beaters
Anorexic & over eaters
Haters & lovers
Some exposed, others undercover
Itty bitty skinny minis to fat buttered flubbers
Toting medal, plastic, elastic or rubber
Minds of every kind,
Some think outside one box only to be confined by another
Wondering blind, no daylight, no sunshine
Will give everything just to see a glimmer or a shimmer one time
Generals, lieutenants, sergeants & soldiers on the front line
Vicious in the trenches but cant dodge a punch line
Some of us rhyme
Some don't, on & off time
some broken hearted & disregarded, some enshrined
our lives defined
by our weakest & strongest lines
being inspired & inspiring
Influenced & influencing
Negative & positive
Nothing to give
But the lives we live
Thoughts are the wives we give
As they jump brooms
To be married to readers as grooms
Be they of joy or gloom
Out of the same garden, thorns harden
Weeds & flowers bloom
Smelly stench to sweet fumes of perfume
Sun to earth, earth to moon
Womb to birth, birth to tomb
Midnight til noon
Fork to spoon
We rise to power
Then meet our doom
By whom
Should our words be judged?
Edited, censored, so certain verbs be smudged
Once written & spitted, not one letter can be budged
Previous stanzas which cannot be touched
Causing us to hold a grudge
Against such n such
We have just as much
Flaws in us & within us
Who's the losers? Who's the winner?
Who's righteous? Who's the sinner?
Value determined by outside, disregarding the inner
Like there's a sign that says "Do Not Enter"
Hot on the outside, inside cold as winter
Struggling youths with no mentor
No proof of truth
Just eye for eye & tooth for tooth
Holding deeds hostage, never to be loosed
They want to see us bleed because of previous deeds
No one takes heed to recent reads
Unless it breeds
Unfruitful seeds
Its easier to judge you than to hug you
No one willing to help, but they're willing to bug you
No smiles, just mean mug you
Threats to slug you cause that's what thugs do
Our content, has been saturated by the comments
Of the rest, cause they're thought to be the best
Waiting & anticipating on what they'll say next
As if they get checks to check our text
Vexed & self hexed
Undressed of self respect
Substituted by the molest of self regret
Yet & still
There are those who feel
The need to be real
Thought by others to be ill
Because their vision is impaired & too scared to see skill
It's a rare deal
To find some there that will
Keep it fair until
Air no longer fills
Their lungs
And the final bell is rung
Where a tombstone marks the spot
Where flowers once sprung
Literary works end as easily as they once begun
Some of us are in it for love, some for work,
An emotional release to find peace & others for entertainment & fun
Which one is right?
It's like asking which star is light?
They serve the same purpose no matter how bright
Oh the vanity of humanity
Stop the insanity
One stroke of the pen, and the poem ends instantly
Some seek peace, others see the powers that be
And try to overthrow it
Real faces, true colors..afraid to show it
An assortment of writes in many variety types
Whether or not they know it
All holding significance .but to whom do we owe it?
Though all the poems are different, we all have the same poet