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he is a good God bringer of the light, he is the dark Lord bringer of the night. He is the blindman blind as a bat, he is a madman full of
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This is a poem I wrote based on the feelings that are running through my head right now.
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If I wasn't a dreamer Or you weren't a believer
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There is tones of fun The best thing you can do is play and run
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You are the source of my sweetest thoughts,
Though they aren't the honey of bees.
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the people who reserve only fractions for you;
corners of their hearts.
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this is something that's not really poetry, but it's written kind of poetic. Tell me what you think?
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Sitting in the clearing of the woods,
listening to birds chirp and tweet,
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We wait for a shooting star,
Or maybe for a break in the silence.
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I miss my friends, i miss my blood family,
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Tree's whispering, river rushing,
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If i told you, would you be mad?
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You broke my heart today, you said you needed time apart,
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You ask me how i'm feeling, if not too good,
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I've failed.
i've failed my life,
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I've messed up so bad, i hope it isn't too late to go back,
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Melodies float
in vanilla incense.
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I always tell you that I hate you and that I wish you were never here, but deep down I feel that if I loose you my life has ended. I have n
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You say my moods where the big issue,
you say i made you all unhappy,
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I lay in bed,
screaming into my pillow,
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I stare at the stars and start putting them into shapes,
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The Sun rose over the horizon
and changed night to day;
the birth of a different future.
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I'm sick of my life, of the twists and turns,
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I've been slacking on writing,
you know it too
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I sit at the window sill hoping it will snow,
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Blood flowing while lights are glowing,
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Your poison leaks through into me, as you’re damping my
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I sit here staring at the wall,
i get more conversation
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Time is ticking slowly, 2:20am and i cant sleep,
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Poems, Poems, what ar't though
for a Haiku is the east
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Is it just me? Or did life sideswipe you too?
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Fluttering wings of blue cast a beautiful glow over our lustrous faces As we fly from here to the bowels of our deepest thoughts and feelings,
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I fall asleep, into a dream,
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This is written from a wiccan point of view, As and other Religion's all the same.
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You taste like salt, you are so bitter,
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The drip drop of the rain; it may indeed make me insane;the same patterns,not much has changed; the wind is blowing; a squall in from the north;perpetrators of the storm inside, playing with emotions for sport; and me? i sit
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Shades of life around me, so mystified and blurry-
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I see you walking down this street, i think to myself you look so fine,
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A lovely poem (wrote at 8) and I hope you'll enjoy it!
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blank, my mind is blank. i've got writers block. i'm trying to write, but all that happens,
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When Bugs spew their soul and we don't listen,
we're the ones to crush the souls of everyone else.
by Demonikvampire
24 lines, 1 comment,
on Nov 28 1:34 PM 2008. In nature, life, love, pain, personal, sad, spiritual, Weird, Thoughts.
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The skies begin to turn to gray, My love for him slowly fading away.
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