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Lay that phone down,
Cut through the irksome illusion of your mind.
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Million chapters have been written to the final stop,
Packed up with comforts and regrets,
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When did you start writing poetry? Why? I started writing poetry about a year and a half ago. I think I started writing because I reached a point where I started feeling too alone and things that I had thought over started re
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22/01/87 ’twas When a piteous death befell our land;
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I live detached on One Tree hill, With the same old silence sharply slicing me;
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I give you life You blow it away
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It’s hard to start, to tell you,
for I’ve been toneless for years.
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Hi everyone. My name is Leo Smith and I am a dreamer.
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To be enthralled in a world
Where fantasy is the master,
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And in this sphere-like stupor, You surface clear and raw.
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And digging deep into my soul, Where tears swim slow,
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How does it feel To listen to the thunder of displease,
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Within a goblet gold, embarked upon a string,
There stood a dim, daunted candle,
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The night ensnares the light-draped globe, And meticulously traipses along, probing,
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She has found an unlimited space in her heart for you,
And now, she’s letting you invade it too.
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There once existed a solitary stone,
Who on the land of sand built her dome.
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With crystal eyes,
She looks upon the naked floor,
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The velvety stars, shining upon me,
Now dwindling, dimming with perplexity.
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The colorful universe,
Glibly dangling in the sky.
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I look wearily at the page, Covered up, engraved in forceful black,
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The black carpet up high shook and shivered frantically,
On that enraged evening, when screens got distorted,
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She limped on silvery ponds,
She drained her crispy feet,
by Ebbing.X.Discreetly
27 lines, 13 comments,
on Sep 18 3:49 PM 2008. In Hope, Life, Dark, Thoughts, Sad, Pain, Angst, Nature, Contemporary, Contest
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Look into my eyes and there appears a story
That illuminates the world,
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I am at Your faith-filled dome, Hearing the gospel,
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A crowd like a combat surrounds me,
Yet lonelier than this I could never be.
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She was a stunning little girl
With eyes as precious as a pearl,
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Hi everyone. My name is Leo Smith and I am a dreamer.
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A peculiar chime from the happiness-thief
Cast a shade of darkness deep,
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To wonderland my dreamy thoughts fly,
With yearning wings to escape real life.
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I am a creature that has lived awhile,
With events of failure that fill a row of files.
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That girl’s eyes emotional
They were someday long ago
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On the darkest obscured night, Both peace and bliss drained hastily,
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And the boisterous breeze shook me off my daze,
On that blustery nefarious night inundated by shades.
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It was a night where clouds piled up heavily,
And the wind yelled for a halt.
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A biased ring of hatred and spitefulness
That hurries in gangs, leaving its meanness,
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