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A poem.
Turning
An atmosphere in risk
Extinction
A sour plantation
Of your fate
Breezes linger
And avid tinge
Sounds throughout the phase
As you travel on
In circles
Subtle comments
Cases of vained ones
Aloof your wit
And you remain
Un-noticing
In nothing
You remain
Never in action
Not knowing where you begin
You spin
It's picking up
Around and around
In speed of light
Of sound
So far from what you want
To embrace what you are shown
Always moving for everything
But not your own;
Pinwheel
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A poem.
The sun streaks onto parchments He wears them as an organ Slogans carried through his eyes Yelling to the world, "Set me free." Cars pass by Fond memories of beaches, Sweet speeches in the squares, songs linger In the airs Smoothly it all intertwines Sentimental wisps sublime "Set me free." He pretends It's all, there. It's all, alright. Wanting to lose his mind The world says, "No." But he must fight the fusses The mind compulsive Repulsively Reaching for the match Expected explosions He waits Fear is a friend now, "Stay here and look onward Set fire to the lines attached That place is far now." He sits. He stays Hoping for life to slow down. Wishing for some sensation. Craving the tasted felonies. Waiting for busses.
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A poem.
Weaving through this needed motion
C'mon
Together now
That's it
Let us become a union;
A collective
A power-house
Of Love
Of Perfection
Of Destruction
Of Tyranny
Blending our desires
Forgetting who we are
To become what we were never meant to be
Don't you see
None if this is fortunate
Here we are
You and I
In one swift motion
We have murdered ourselves
Taking all the wrongs
And converting them into new pasts
Hounding through the fasting lights
Which surround our horrendous notions
Pointless
Oblivious
We continue
In this sickening path with dead endings
The last ounce of blood from you heart
Seeping into mine
Knowing
Together
We are joined at last
Weeping of delight
We win nothing
No right
Relinquishing what's left of our lives
To be happy in this;
Apostrophe
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A poem.
Youth fathems into the reeking corners of this universe It wanders Summons somberly to the kind. "It's time for more" Ambassadors quarry for a little By little. Taking Unforgiving And we fight To stay this way for as long as we can Nets set to guide us merely entangle us into more loss of youth Feeding off this feeble blood Dictators of our creation Unknown to many Oh I cannot bear this youth no longer Take it, life-giver If you are a corner Erase my youth Just take it allegedly And let me be
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A poem.
Just one more time,
play a song with feeling.
Tell me that I'm dreaming,
I'll wake up in the morn,
I'll mourn this loss so briefly-
The world cannot be witness,
to my failures.
Sending time a witting remark,
no more sparks left for me to try.
Once is enough,
twice was the price,
I paid with organs vital to my life.
I live in broken foundations,
several intersections have gone now.
No other way,
to learn about what may have lied ahead,
and now,
I might never know.
The feeling is real.
This struggle,
is not imagination's cruel deceit.
I am here,
in this place.
Founding,
foundations will be reformed.
And along the new ways,
I'll find old days.
It's always so;
Deathly.
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A poem.
Stupid, stupid boy.
I should have found you,
lying there,
On the floor of your despairs.
I could have saved you all this trouble,
Lies and rhymes full of double,
Meanings and intriguing memories.
Stupid, stupid boy,
The life I could of granted you,
Around,
About this world,
What couldn't have had, you.
Listen to my cries,
The mornings come so quickly now,
Accept my broken tries,
Take one look at me,
My eyes have sunken deep inside this widowed heart.
Stupid, stupid boy,
No more places to embark it's full devotion.
Fix the end to start,
One last chance at your emotion.
To be free from the ghostly grasps,
Of your stupid, stupid pasts..
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A poem.
I am losing.
Simple touch.
In these eyes I鈥檝e forgotten,
That which such people see success.
I am drowning,
In this lair.
Sounds surround me with distorted commotion,
Several sands of time slap my beaten disguise.
Demise,
Demise.
And yet I want to set this free,
A wound I hope to one day heal.
My sense appears to be unkind,
Unreal,
to the badgering words of the others.
I don鈥檛 know.
I cannot find the ways anymore.
And I cry.
I sit here,
Cold ruptures through the roof of this imitation.
I am losing,
Fallen,
Amusing you with this unfair,
Image I use, to guide you farther away.
I am losing,
With all of my might.
Until a day shows clear,
I鈥檒l lose this fertile might.
I鈥檒l soon see it come.
I鈥檒l soon be done.
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A poem.
All I see,
is everything.
At times it鈥檚 hard to bear.
I listen to sounds unknown to many,
cries of the damned,
distorted souls that have no home.
It鈥檚 not the best way, to know,
to roam these streets,
guided by the loss of the world.
And when I see,
whatever shows itself to me,
I find salvation.
This eternal composition,
a purpose for me.
And I will know, someday,
how I come into play,
on this plan,
the grand design.
I don鈥檛 know much,
but wisdom will guide me,
taking my path to where it needs to go.
I know, I鈥檒l know.
Someday..
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Hi, i'm James. Nothing much to say other than I love to write. Here's a piece of my thoughts for you
I see you.
Sleeping so,
heavenly breathing.
I am in love with an infatuation,
a creative slumber that you are under.
I am wrong.
In harming myself.
I know.
But I always see you.
Every Midnight,
you are there.
A haunting I will never scare away.
And something deep inside of me,
something so dark, twisted and聽cruel,
adores it.
It craves for your appearance,
for you to show.
And make my heart,
with envy glow.
In Midnights.
How in love am I?
How so?
If this is love,
then I do not ever want to know.
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