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And to the Choir.....
I'm a rainstorm on a sunny day, unexpected but pleasent none the less. I calculate while I initiate, contact between polar opposites cause reactions we all can be ashamed of. ...
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Whistling the same ugly tune.
It started out so innocently, No one knew the real me, I hid the truth from myself, and tried my best to do the same thing, to everyone, for everyone, ...
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Burn the hospital.
(A statement on one of my previous works said that even in my poem's abstract understanding its hard to get a grasp on what I'm saying or alluding to, so ...
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We burried the Heroes.
we're not superheroes anymore, were not as invincible as we always were. But we'd still like to think ourselves the savior of the hour, imagine me carrying on while the ...
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Celestia's fall.
She made me wake up. I'm tired of all the nightmares. I'm tripping on a star that had burned so bright, that everyone had to drown her. An ocean comes ...
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Posthumous Solo.
Why, Miscellania, why does it matter anymorewhat you think of me?Opinions are all I had, to help me assumethat I was worth it all along.Sing me to sleep, be sure ...
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Weich gesungener Vampir (Softly Sung Vampire)
Run away. And hope that I dont find you, a memory, of whats not done. Mother. She was so fond of me. My wondering was, nothing more... Than childish dreams. ...
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Firemen catch fire.
I burned the world, with a box of matches.And I laughed all the while.Kerosene and the smell of still lit embers,graced my senses as it all came through.Just your silhouette ...
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Always Will.
I'll avoid awkward momentsand try to make you smile.Your eyes light up with laughterbut all I hear is quiet.I've spent a few days, watching the sky fall down.I've seen the ...
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I'm too old to be this young.
Hold dear the moments that make us.Stand clear of the forces in life that overshadow.I think I'm late,life always waits for someone.Maturity.I never want to take that.I'm on my own.Roads ...
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I'm my worst regret.
Calling all cowards, I'm the king of you all.Desperation and a taste for just 'it' all too much to handle.Watch your mouth or it might run off, even the cat ...
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Please say goodbye.
What I saw in eyes so empty,when soon I would be made full,Was a blessing, that I'd be destined to forsake.With every change in pace, I'd find the same rock.With ...
