You

When you are sad, and you feel you can't go on. Tears well in your eyes and the pain is so strong. So far from your friends, and you're all on your own. No-one to run to, So very alone. When all seems so useless, and...

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Ode to What Hides Inside. A Poem.

I look in the mirror and who do I see, A reflection of you or a reflection of me? You see what you want and so do I, Who I want to be, by and by. If I could be the soul peering out, a lovely face looking me in the eye, with furry ears and slender...

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Zap

The light that brightest burns, is always shortest by far. And what a furnace burns in yonder star, that its light pierces daylight's turns. And too late I find, that my insectile mind, Has lead me to a clever trap, built by unknown hands....

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High Poem #1

Weed come and take me Then I shall see Take a hit and hold that smoke No, this ain't no joke Clear the mind Hoping not to go blind Imagine crazy shit As if it were a mitt Hunger take control Don't straddle it if it were a fire pole Grab a...

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Voices

The voices in my head belong to all my friends, a viking here, an officer there egos all around. Refreshed anew by this lead, a soldier bellows 'this is the end!' as I pull out my hair, and roll onto the ground. Contacts ask 'are they...

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Tempo

Forward through time, backwards through space, round and round, still I have no place. Moving, stopping, seeking a thrill, or some kind of message that isn't a bill. All of these people to me have no face, as they all go 'bout the great...

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False Wildness

Raindrops like tears, slide down the road. Carefully trimmed plants strain with all the strength of Earth's lament against the cage of man's design. Perfect shapes for imperfect people as a rogue vine chokes out the steeple. Trees arranged...

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The Promise of Fire

Warmth running through my veins, siren song of flame. It seeks for me to give it the reigns, as if it could be trusted to remain tame. Anger, joy, and righteous pleasure, wonder too, in equal measure. Burning tracks into my brain, the...

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A set of rhymes, sour as limes.

#1 of rhymes just a short set of rhymes, nothing significant, not really. ps: i am not a native english speaker and i am not very good at writing either, but i quite enjoy doing so.

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Bat Bat Batter Battery

Bat had bats. Bat's bat became black. Black Bat's black bat bit Big Blue. Big Blue bit back at that bat that Black Bat had. That Big Blue buffoon broke that bat that Bat had bought at a Black Bot Black Blue Bat sale. Because Big Blue bit that big...

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The Castle

**_The summer breeze blows cooler_** **_The heated days she's known Tumble slowly to the past As she remains alone She ponders as she freezes Her limbs are growing numb The silent games that steal her time As she waits for death to come ...

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The Fox

For this poem i did not use any rhyme scheme. i did use near rhyme however. id like some feed back on this one. i just wrote down what came into my brain. i really like this one and i hope you do too. enjoy.

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