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Angels
Angels in the sky Angels in heaven Angels that fly Angels lucky number seven Angels right beside me Angels right next to you Angels hidden in a tree Angels in ...
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Days pass, Time flies. Flowers bloom, Flowers rot Children smile, Children cry, Children sigh… People come, People go Lights go on, Lights go out Birds fly north, Birds fly east… ...
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You..
There I was lying next to you And I think, wow my wish it really did come true So now I'm writing this poem Looking back, how it all began ...
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Life and Death (Modified)
As blood runs through my veins, I can hear the beating of my heart.. Chained to the voices I hear as I exhale, Following the toughts that float around my ...
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Whatever you call this...
Err...Yeah forget this act like it never was crap nyw Thnx for your comments tough
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I've known you for a while I guess... about a 8 years or so. And I think now is the time for you to know. I think your special in ...
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The Unexpected
Unexpected, there you were infront of me Unexpected, we crossed eachothers ways, just in time to see Unexpected, it all had happened so fast I just wish I could make ...
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Take me
Fly like an eagle,swim like a fish Take me on your journey, so I can leave this rubbish Take me to the rainbows, take me to the butterflies Take me ...
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Waistland By Me
There's a place where all My toughts flow A Place where all My feelings manage to go A Waistland deserted and all Alone A Waistland cold and all of My ...
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In my Life
I won the lottery !! I chose lucky number seven, too bad I didn't win a one-way ticket to heaven. I did it !! I caught the biggest fish, too ...
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For Someone Special..
Take a look in my mind, be surprised of what you will find. Take a step forward, and walk towards My thoughts and feelings combined with the truth, my thoughts ...
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Cold Winds
Cold winds lost in time, they take away, they shatter lifes. Empty spaces in your body, they fill it up with ice. Ice so cold it turns in to stone, ...
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New Year's Drama....
Shattered in tears as the clock's about to strike midnight, I have to choose quickly for my body is filled with fright. Mom, I don't wan't to make you sad, ...
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The Darker Side of Me
Caught up feelings,tripped emotions, spilled blood and cut out insides. Liquid tears turn cold and solid, bitterness carries the deadly taste of vomit. Seas of hatred,oceans of guilt. Miles of ...
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A Beautiful Letdown...
I ran as fast as I could. To leave this lonesome world behind. As sweat dripped from my face, I stopped running and looked up to the sky. So dark ...
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Travel Along
Travel in space see what’s in store, The atmosphere greets us with pleasure. Melodies soaring and whispering behind us, A lunacy fringe caught in motion. Fortress of lonesome octaves, Captivated ...
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The still of night
The still of night guides us through dawn, For day left its burden and settled away. Shadows rise and slowly crawl among us, Figuring the night will keep them awake. ...
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More than Friends..
Bitter is to taste you leaving, sweet is to draw you closer. Sour is to hide these feelings, and aching for time to stand still Hard is to say the ...
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Just Something..
Hi I'm Chandni, I don't like being asked for my name, why ? cause I wouldn't know what to say. My name has a lot of pronaunciations and I wouldn't ...
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My.....
He struck my heart, he struck my heart badly.His glimmering eyes and sunshiney smile, the warmth you feel when he's around. I am beneath him, I am too young. I'm ...
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''A scheme beyond her writing'' Writing Challenge 3/6
"I should've known it was Daffy Duck all along..." She always liked writing, putting her mystical thoughts on a piece of paper. Relieving and soothing it felt. Sometimes she’d run ...
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"A little nuts maybe" Writing Challenge 3/20
“A concrete wall of massive destruction” That’s what he considered himself. So ready to achieve and willing to succeed “A huge disgrace to the human race” That’s what others considered ...
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A lack of color...
A stroke of blue and a spot of orange, visualize the sun and the ocean. A mist of black and a dot of white, the midnight glow reflects commotion. A ...
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Humanity's Fool
When hopes wall falls down and breaks, humanity realizes it made a mistake. Conspiracy taken by those who rule, soon they'll notice; humanity's fool. Fact or fiction? choose or die, ...
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Deep, enchanting, nothing much really
Take a step forward, look inside. Be surprised of what you’ll find. Keep on walking, explore my youth. My thoughts and feelings, revealing the truth. My feelings travel, they travel ...
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The Photographed Suitcase
Photographed walls, scented with Joy’s perfume. Pleasures which lead to another, Moments captured and embraced. All of a sudden, no warning at all. A black light crawls among the pleasant. ...
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Silhouettes of Life
Shiver cause its cold outside, Inside there’s a warmer future. Fear cause plenty isn’t known, Trust is the new way to meet. Measure distances, Calculate force. Distinguish evil, and gather ...
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Cloudy Dust
Clouds are dusty, not cold, not warm. Appearing at night, shivering, stuttering, spreading their red. Once clouds were settled, once clouds stood still. Today they are clever, for what spreads ...
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Different
A column/speech I had written trying to position myself in these people's shoes, trace their mind's footsteps Melodramatic seems to be, the case of these “new” people. People? Yes people. ...
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The Lost Diary
Despite the lack of boredom and write about love ! "The Lost Diary" It’s funny how one topic can bring such commotion in the writing world, I mean jeez. How ...
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Beyond the "golden" rainbow...
They say there’s gold beyond the rainbow, Beyond the liquid crystals. I say our minds are driven, Driven by our wicked sight. I’ve seen beyond the rainbow, It's colored black ...
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For Grandma - In Dutch -
For my Grandma's 75th birthday I wrote her a poem in Dutch. Maybe one of you knows Dutch. Maybeee ************************************************************* Achter de horizon daalt de zon, ’t is
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My Dear Holly...
I thought it would be fun if I'd post my poem handwritten, as in a picture Holly is refered to Holland If someone Dutch would read this-or someone very familiar ...
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Crescendo
I touch, I feel the adrenaline through my fingers Every press, every skip, every step on the pedal I dance, I twinkle my body warmth creates; In my soul, an ...
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Autumn Sheds
It’s the staring out the window, The view given by nature and all its belongings. Autumn breaks And sheds its leaves, Take aware the season’s welcome, Remember its brave departure. ...
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Neon Black And White
Might I dream of eternal darkness? Or shall I speak of neon black? The bother of nothing being seen, Neon blinds: “I lost my track” Might I picture wedding dresses? ...
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The Ice Age Sonata
The Ice Age Sonata Little ghosts float over stars on bridge The sonata lets the grass work stuck and buried in the fridge As green turns frozen blue the ladylike ...
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Through Emotion The Passionate Vision
When a leaf touches another, And a flower listens to the wind, Passion breaks between the trees When the oceans roars against a cliff, And the waves gently hit the ...
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Flawless Reaction
Soothing from the AC, a chill flowing from the fan Transparent yet noticeable creeping behind a sweaty back, -hair stands straight goosebumps rage- the mellow shock contaminates, the body as ...
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Speaking Of: El Faro Blanco (The White Lighthouse)
Will it ever occur to you, -figuratively speaking- the sundown, which saluts the massive damp, The radiance exposing that coral tint, shatters the navy atmosphere? Take notice By the horizon ...
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The Cryptogram's Script
A cryptogram drained by empty spaces Heaps of dots; its only taste of ink Collusion between confusion -A pen, a scrap of paper- Sweat grieves on your forehead, The clock ...
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Velocity vs Chronology
It's when the hour work fails, the seizure takes place Our loss of footmark in time A station where all events park their dates Busy schedules, jam sessions in sight, ...
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Far Beyond Our Ego's Wealthy Intelligence
Behold what’s beyond as we conquer this geometric object, remembrance anguished trough divinity resting at its pace Abstract images sustain, fooling those detached from their source. The universe pa
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Equilibrium Questioned
Curtains backed by windows, restraining air to flow. Acceleration of movement inside, nevertheless creating a fake substance. Carpe Diem through encouraged abstractness, yet curtains remain captivated
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What Held It All Together: A Metered Poem
Okay, so this was well descripted and all and surely a nice read just as I expect everything you write to be unfortunately there was something I had to point ...
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Figure me, trigger me
I dare not flail the gap, that lunatic missile heading towards this body, while numbered audiences applaud and clap. It may be fatal, it may be? I dare not seek ...
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Emotive Literary Bond
Starting a war and ending it simultaneously, causing a sabotaged mind. Each recto containing; inner bombings, missiles dropping. We anger, struggle, experience- a picture perfect moment- enhanced and
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Photons to Freedom
Regardless of the feather-like masses, the weight seemed consistently heavyThey were once told a conspiracy, one which would fail our once knowngravity. while my belief, rows and downs every source ...
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Aesthetic You and Me.
Our philosophies stood separate yet your magnetic field was attracted to mine. Et vice versa. We contaminated each others thoughts, as if they were devoted - ready to be combined ...
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My felix, my fortune
Whilst taking part of this journey we conquer places where awry actions untie our laces; “Cradling up to that fierce stream pulling us down asunder. Misperceiving rocks for lifeguards, obtaining ...
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The Higher state of a Pacing mind.
“There is no need to see the whole staircase in order to take the first step, a simple pace created by one step delivers quicker paces leading to the others” ...
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The Foreseeing Boy.
For the boy who kept hold of his books relied on them, gaining imagination. Experiencing an open minded level receiving creativity in return. The boy who grabbed on to his ...
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Heima
Engines on and you’re blended in between two time zones. 9 hours ahead, 6 hours behind and you’re floating in the middle, gently. You close your eyes and you drift ...
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The Artistry of Counseling
As I float above heartaches that aren’t my own,I intend to sooth the pounding painsRunning through the vessels and veinsOf those who entrust me not only with their names. So ...
