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Such a simple thing by Drum-Styx, literature

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Such a simple thing

Straining my eyes, I search through the fog.Though still I am blind, It has been so long.I've climbed to your balcony. I've waited in the wings.I've wracked my mind beyond compare, Though it's such a simple thing.You gave me yes, you gave me no, Yet you never made a sound.I was so high up, Aloft in the clouds,But your wander glance, Had me crashing back down.I do not know what makes you so. No, I don't know why it is.The way you plague my mind with madness. It's an endless game I cannot win.But now I see just who you are, Is who you've always been.Perhaps it's me who's seen a change, A troubled sea that flows within.

Run away with me by MrsDerekSouza, literature

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Run away with me

Come hither to a place Floating amidst space It's somewhere nary can trace Run away with meThis place is infinite Somewhere thou'll covet Happiness has nary a limit Here tis divine beautyHere all thy dreams shall come true Find solutions to any issue There is nothing here taboo Here in the world of benevolenceHere in complete brilliance Thee can have omnipotence Never once shall thy have hindrance For here we have no treachery Neither slavery nor poverty We have no need for such cruelty We never treat people so badly For we live in a wonderful placeOur world is forever a solstice A happy world of lightness Happily bathing in brightness For...

Bakunawa by Umbradragon, literature

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Bakunawa

My eternal mere The world, my sea Ye born of fear Shan't ever beBuilt of might Enough to wield Swords or light My iron shieldYe stick to pots And pans and all Fear my name BakunawaThy summer solstice Sun is mine Thy silver moon Tastes high divineThe sky is mine And so's the sea Born of ice And treacheryHeed my gaze Ye death mirage Wrought by haze And my visageDost ye see thine end Like I and all Ye who fear BakunawaLiving rampant A thief of light I snuff the stars Of day and nightThis serpent turns Thy fear to ice Steals the sun So flee as miceMy eternal mere The sea and all I wist ye fear Bakunawa

and I fall asleep... by LadyNitaDarKness, literature

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and I fall asleep...

And I fall asleep to a crimson lullaby Conducting the autumn rainfall I watch my tears paint the sky Follow my whispers Sing to my fears Dance to my heartbeat as the starlight disappears In this silent place We make fine music my dear Take my hand, follow me Chaos will persevere Watch the oceans burn Horizon setting fire Follow the footsteps of the wounded sunset Gravity's deepest desires Swim in my silence Follow the chants of my dreams Floating past a frozen time Into my sweet, sweet screams I thought I let my memories drown As ye cut out the night Thy sins could be the treacherous divine My conscience already died tonight Open the door ...

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At the shimmering edge of the lake

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I Find My Way

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I'm back and better than ever >3 Here a new

Back in 1993

By Jermaine Passmore

Back in 1993

I was not where I

was supposed to

be

The intercom

announcement

Still haunts me

About 6th and 7th grade

Being robbed from

my then

Elementary

Due to the

Atlanta Public Schools

For me that was the

beginning of the end

Entering in and fading up to

The woes of middle school…

Called ‘Turner’

Where I was considered

a slow learner

But for those that

did assume that fallacy

They know where

they can go!

Back in 1993

I just couldn’t be me

The judgements that

ensued

My surroundings..

And the pain that imbued

My goodness

From the team bus

being shot up

To a dude pointing

a loaded gun at me

I’m lucky to be alive

Alas…

Back in 1993

There wasn’t middle

school bliss

Certainly, they weren’t

Days that I missed

And oh my, did I feel pissed

Back in 1993

My game on the ball

team sucked

Oh how they knew I had

hands of gold

At least I killed at pickup games

I hardly ever missed

My superstar in the

making gym mornings

Before classes started

But educationally

I never had a shot

Coach Albritten could attest

Mentally battered…

Sports wise

It’s hard giving it all you’re got

Too bad I didn’t take

my skills to the big, bold,

and black and gold

Because the black didn’t

have any soul...or

Affiliation to my

goals at gold

Back in 1993

Coach Bonner had

a place for me

Pleading the question,

‘Why didn’t you try out?’

But looking back

Music neglected my

hooping prowess

And it got the better of me

Vanable the name

But-

Moody just sent me to

Pain, or pots in sinks

This just my current reality

Makes me think.

Why educators throw

swings before

A hardened world

Lands what they

ultimately started

Way back before 1993…

And counting…and

counting

Let Love Live

Feeling alone and sad Never thought that This is

Impress By LoveI look up to the skiesI suddenly do realizeNot all is black and whiteAll is love and LightMiracles do excistYeah for sure
Hold your hand in a fistPower is the cureLove will shine a lightShine in different colors
Everything is alrightAs long as I use powersPowers are the starsNext to the moonI use my deepest scarsLet love not passing by so soonBecause love is a miracle yesIt really isLove let us see how beautiful all isLife will make us impressMe...

One of my latest poem

I Call It FearFeelings twist and can turn inside my headA dark flame can burn me straight through my Eyes and so it can bury all the little lies insideMy panic is not what I longer want to hide soI hold it very close to my chest and I prayFor the best because you know? life do I seeLike a bitter sweet test with good and badReasons and with a lot of changes insteadI wandering through my own dizzy over filled headOf course do I find a lot of answers what areMaking me very mad and very sad but I tryTo focus me on the things that make me smileBecause in the meanwhile other treasures areComing in my view other pleasures can makeMy wandering heart again complete and wholeSo I go on with my life day after day night byNight am I afraid that this never ending fightAlways can stop and when the rain falls dropAfter drop a little silent voice peacefully callsI think that is the own voice from my little heartPart after part I carry it with me and listen to itVery clear because that sweet little voice is myBest friend and so I called it ''fear''Written by: symbolisms