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What is the answer to my love,
A many layered thing that brings out the worst and the best of me...
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Is it better to live by something and yet not know of it,
Not appreciate it, not study it, not manipulate it?
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The hurt which has always been there threatens to take me over,
And yet I keep on writing...
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I dont' want to be another could have been,
a streak of rust down your worn cheek,
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Paper wings caught fire
as she came back down to earth,
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Every day is a treat as we take a seat
and we test our degree of compassion ...
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I see the boat,
But can't get on board.
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The birth of a new morning, only to watch it die.
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Bowing to the mammoth creature
knowing each fold of its skin envelops
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Draw the parallel lines, but make them crooked
your bitter tone tells me you know the difference.
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Where the shadows are hidden and the dark is blemished unto light.
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The metaphorical story of a bird of difference.
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Blossoming bosoms of pink, / laced delicately into a swirling pool of petals, / veins of white striping the luscious rose blossom. / My blo
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For Poetic Challenge Season Four: Round Three [Top 12]
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Please read from start to finish or else you'll miss the key aspect of it.
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In the chrysalis lies the entrails of a cocoon. / The remnants of a much needed creature litter the area. / The skin particles float around
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Within the confines of a clockmaster's heart lies a box without a key / A endless entrapment for those who are too blinded to see. / That t
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Wind me up like the clock that has no face. / Spin my crunching gears as springs fly in every place. / Watch as my hands begin to bend and
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At last, in utter darkness, came / A stream of warming light / And day by day I felt I grew. / I struggled toward my only aim - / The sky! But dreams are trite. / And day by day I felt I knew. / But stil
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Victoria Luxora was her name. / Her hair is like a lover to the wind, / Her body to the sky; she's kiss by rain / Although she truly wants
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Old flame, my love, / I've come to realize / that though I thought / you were the candle in my life / I don't believe that it was ever lit.
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We wait for the taste / Of eggs once laid in such hope / Wasted as dinner / And th
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The cat's reign of terror / Began that night / As he climbs from his master's lap.
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Something Somehow Somewhere... / Never. / Anything, Anyway, Anywhere... / Forever! / Spun was this little entangled introduction... / Pun of my own self-proclaimed induction. / Sickness is only a disease
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Lately,
it feels good to breathe
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Point blank: / A hollow inside of the reality to come. / What I want, and what I feel, / Are two different things. / Problematic - / My he
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Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly... Unknown to it the fly was destined to die.
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She was a woman who would stand her ground And she would not be chased by any man
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Water gushing down the river, faster, faster, over, under...
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A village on fire In the deepest parts of the woods
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A medium length poem describing depression and suicidal thoughts. It was kind of a weird last minute write for an interesting contest using
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Stop these dreams of torture
Acclaimed sincerity for the death of my old skin
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Alright, so in my defence... we will just have this out in trial then.
Now... always keep in mind that you do have the right to remain sil
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A poem about writing a suicide letter(confusing and metaphorical)
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