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There .. I gave you myself
I wish I hadn't, but I did
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Perhaps I'm too confused
but freedom is, what freedom be
by EyeRaven
14 lines, 1 comment,
on Nov 26 7:28 PM
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Mine is a culture of cultures
by EyeRaven
26 lines, 3 comments,
on Nov 24 5:54 AM
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Angry at the enemy angry at myself
by EyeRaven
22 lines, 2 comments,
on Nov 21 10:20 AM
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Sweet victory comes late,
but comes to those who wait
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Asymptomatic symptoms it may seem,
and nothing grave, and nothing too severe
by EyeRaven
21 lines, 9 comments,
on Oct 26 7:57 AM
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I'm as many as they come, in one.
The artist, the theaf, and the misguided,
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I am a running man,
I run from things that will not change
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I have no muse, oh woe is me,
T'is left in morbid slavery.
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An owl resided to a broken tree with branches snaking out across the moon,
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Love's got no character at all, no stain of fate, no solid soul
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I felt the urge, I forced the eyes ,
but suddenly to my surprise
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I'll talk to you ..
from a window gap ..
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Poetry is tricky .. isn't it ? That aching feeling to hold that pen down
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I chose silence,
lest there be no more mistakes made by me ..
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I sat near the fireplace ,
dressed in reckoning and sincerity.
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Clouds are,
Mountains of white
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Verse 1:
I have tried to be alone,
by EyeRaven
51 lines, 11 comments,
on Feb 8 1:32 PM 2008
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The distances of you and me,
cannot be put to poetry,
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How quick is death that reaps the dreaming flower,
How swift its pain and how the silent power -
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You never leave me where I am,
it's always shifting to and from,
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I've grown myself two wings of fire,
one made of hatred, one desire,
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Laugh all, for all that matters is -
the drifting heart of every bliss.
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I sat..
reckoning with mountains of colliding clouds ..
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When someone tried to shoot, he shot to kill,
when someone tried to help, he could begin,
by EyeRaven
16 lines, 13 comments,
on Sep 18 7:25 AM 2007
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Oh let the past where it belongs,
and never wonder if it's wrong -
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A gasp, a thunder in the fractured sky
has hit the soaking inconvenient eye
by EyeRaven
19 lines, 7 comments,
on Sep 7 6:11 PM 2007
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A flurry flutter of forbidden fire,
a rapid arrow ghost, an alert shaft.
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A flaming tear of virulence, / has struck in joyless constancy, / The simple place of resonance, / where worldly words an never be. / And a
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A shiny thing attracted me, / as through my window I have stared, / and this eccentric point of view - / was not abnormal. I was scared - / That I can see it, but if you - / could muzzle through my optic hue, / yo
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That piece of shade across my face - / was not for freedom, not for grace. / That crimson cloud is not for peace, / that frozen sky is stil
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A person..no..a spirit says: / " How fares your own, / and how's your wing today, / still flaps alone ? " / And though the cryptic cry surr
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