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The first sentiences crawled through a void. creatio ex nihilio. They looked for eachother, but there was no light. They listened for eachother, but there was no sound. But they ...

When the world melts away Like the clouds with their rain From the frozen white To the thawed crisp green You see something more But wait! Hear the melodies merge ...

I have many owners— Most are young, few are old, And the scary thing is: They all have the same goal They push me around, And cause me great stress ...

The Monotone Dagger : Real~Talk slice .1 child of the dagger In a world, where the oblivious were the norm, ignorance in itself was its own protection from being seen ...

"From the lips of children and infants you have ordained praise because of your enemies, to silence the foe and the avenger." -Psalm 8:2 A child dancing in the moonlight ...

Thank you dear friends, you did great things for me, you did great things to me, I have repaid my debts, but our good deeds have lifted the barriers. The ...

A love found A love lost In one day, a single soul died. Just to have another awoken. The one she needs, the one that killed As the sun shines ...

Pretending to care, not one bit. You brought a scare, a fright you git. One person stares, while the other glares. In one thought, a guess. She lifted a gun, ...

when I goto the moviesand drink outof my tea cupthe old menthey look at meand wonderwhen they'll have mebut i sayi say noive learnt howhow to say noand the next ...

So this is mostly my work but i did have someone help me with editing and re-wording. A couple of the lines in this are Springrains or June and actully ...

Apologies for the shortness of this poem but as they say, quality, not quantity! It's self explanatory really, any critique is obviously encouraged as usually. Please tell me any grammar ...

This was writen in a weird way so idk and there may be ( lets say there is a lot of mistakes. more in punctuation than anything lol) but ya ...

first thing you might notice in this poem is grammar and a few other things it all has a point. My inner editor was killed on a sun shiny day ...

here in this illustrous grove grows a silver tree right now a little sapling tender from a seed inside of me and then the winds of change shall whisper wondrous ...

I haven't written poetry in a while. This is sorta a rewrite of another of my poems that I wrote for NaPoWriMo (which I failed horribly at). I'll provide the ...