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The sun is bright,
A forecast for once that makes me smile.
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As if the song of love was sung,
Through the teeth of a saddened tongue,
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It is the stagnant virtuosity,
That fuels this denial of tongue.
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Just like an anvil of pity, I am the blacksmith of hammered memories
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It is a change in the waves that spurs this thought today.
A rain on the internal hour-glass parade.
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Im on an island of peace,
Yet surrounded by trouble.
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It's been awhile,
Since my pen has met paper.
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Bound within a mirrors fate, Forever entrenched in its eternity.
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Solace comes to mind, When the docile becomes the desolate.
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Once again I find myself stuck in a web of fate, Finalized in every emotion of a Godly thunder.
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Such a hole dug deep, As if the dirt were an inevitable enemy.
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Ive found a truth has grown on me,
Like the growth of a fruitful tree.
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A mirror of lies, Consumes me.
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Resonate,
The calling forth,
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In such sorrows I borrow needs to make the day end, Like a beggar who sells more pity then he spends.
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With the lips of an angel you speak to me, like the waves on a shore where all thought is free.
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I fear the good days have been swept away,
By the tide that reaps a somber sway.
by whatamanycando
62 lines, 2 comments,
on Mar 14 4:22 AM. In Life, Dark, Sad, Personal, Hope, Spiritual, Thoughts, Love, Pain
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What of this coin in my pocket?
What of the odds that unknowningly spin,
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In sea's of boundless epiphical plot,
I wade like the rose in an orchid of thought.
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With the voice like a tender symphony,
You surround me in dawn breaking blue.
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As the age of a dying breed winds down,
The choas and destruction that ensues,
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A foul swoop of time came over me today.
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After many days spent in bed, The truth is null and eyes are red.
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I dream of you every other night.
Dreams filled with blissful sunlight.
by whatamanycando
73 lines, 1 comment,
on Oct 20 2:39 AM 2008. In Thoughts, Love, Life, Hope, Personal, Pain, Happiness, Longing, My life
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It is the day in supreme tenacity,
Which the heart races towards glowing faces;
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Free falling is the spirit in stride of yonder winds, Where the needs to be, relinquishes into kinder twins,
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Take the leap, Journey over the chasm of bricked emotion.
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From where I stand,
The world spins cumbersome.
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Well the times are tough right now,
Making ends meet between clouds.
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My fate lay in tracks destined towards uncertainty,
Rounding the canyon with walls of graffiti,
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To the one in pain, I humbly ask you,
For an ear to listen of my experience in younger days.
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Soaring serene became not a dream I once lived,
It was me, all of me, I once again played as a kid.
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