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Words often fail me,
When I am near you,
Everything else just fades away,
My love for you grows stronger still,
Even when we are apart
When I am near you,
Everything else just fades away,
My love for you grows stronger still,
Even when we are apart
Literature
Her Life
I saw her life in those eyes
with cut-throat stares
and withered looks of daze,
each lid half open
and their cores darted where
they thought it was safe.
Her pupils swirled as hurricanes
with streaks of rain
maroon across a razor blade.
Sharing what words can't speak
and luring in the
sting of the day.
I saw her life in that skin,
painted with a tiny needle that could
delve deeper in what she knew
and who she was, then what.
Like an apple tossed aside to rot
darted across were plum-hue stains
and beautiful scars, an abstract dance of
healing and hurt.
Covered in what she screamed,
her body was masked in poetry,
long-tol
Literature
Eight Thoughts About Nowadays
I.
I have forgotten how to write
Therefore I have forgotten how to exist.
II.
Life keeps tripping me every turn of the way
And I keep slipping in these ice-covered roads
III.
My hometown is screaming during the night
But I put on my headphones and try to sleep
IV.
People insist we don't care
And the moment we show them we do
They then try to discredit us
V.
My name means nothing to the world
VI.
Weeks go by and yet I still stand still
Waiting for autumn to turn into winter
VII.
The cold seep into my bones
And make me even more fragile than I already am
(My heart is frozen and I shiver)
VIII.
"Make me a poem" they say
I can't anymore
I
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The weed
The Weed
Written 22/8/10, 3:00 AM
Time:30 or so minutes
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The Shell split. A tendril pokes tentatively forth. It feels the wet Earth, absorbing nutrients from the loam. The newborn shivers at the new sensations, as it writhes through the dirt. The pale skinned tentacle bores on, growing stronger as it moves, when suddenly, bright, radiant light! The creature is bathed in rays of warmth, awash in the glory of the natural light. The first leg of the journey complete, the newborn calls back to its brothers, and as it begins to darken in the sun, new shoots spring forth from their old home, following the path of the first to the pro
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something i wrote, its not very long. and frankly its not a good poem, least i find it isnt. tell me what you think
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