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DM25
18/M Where my writing will take me, I do not know. All I hope for is to meet new people and visit many places through pen and paper. Don't hesitate to contact me: [email protected]
It is odd to think we are free, And to idealize liberty, and to praise expression. But how at large can we truly be, If within, we can only draw upon unruly self-repression? If in public, we dare not speak our minds? If our love, we dare not confess? If to wrongs, we turn blind? If from singing our hearts, we digress? We claim to be free, The thought alone, within us, sets a torch alight, But the truth for truth we must see, When given a pen, hardly one of us would write.
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Mar 22, 2020
Mar 22, 2020 at 2:11 AM UTC
A Review of the Writer
No day goes by without a mistake, If only I'd told her, and given her my coat, I'd be some one she can't forsake. But the words I could not utter, were stuck in my throat ---If all people need love, then why bother with fruitless chasing? Limited time, but wasteful hearts, for what? For I know love is not rational, instead felt, it cannot be stopped So waste no time and lend me a moment--- If only I'd told you then, that cold afternoon, But love is scarcely spoken by a short-lived buffoon.
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Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 12:07 AM UTC
A Clown, but not a fool
A single life so worthless, that poor fly, Sooner than its timely moment to die, As commanded by my unnerving will, Its incompetent life I chose to **** Put more simply, for disturbing my peace, Its feeble and destitute life I ceased. Yet my bloodstained hands always remained clean, Once crimeful killing had become routine. What almighty and sinful God am I For unsparingly judging who must die By my sword, without remorse or regret, The slaughtered fly under my gavel, I forget. An evil power from no source or spring Springs power in me like a maddened King.
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 10:43 AM UTC
The Fly
How oft’n doth Life give ‘n take away? Moments trivial kept and others lost, Pains ‘n pleasures in time tied amongst days, Of which my beating heart burns to exhaust Born, but bitt’r, but sour and sweet, I laugh At life which against death cannot compete I cry, I am just flesh ‘n photograph I’ll die, and my seasons will obsolete I treasure my few years of affection, Nevertheless by Life kindly given To me, soon taken by Death’s confection Which to keep, by treachery I’m driven By love, by hate, I grieve melancholy Of the world known in my mortality
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Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 10:00 PM UTC
Contritium Sonnet I
To Selene: Rare a night, her gentle grace is not seen; Live long torches, shamed, by her beauty’s gleam! The Queen of night, my heart, she reigns supreme. Floating high in deep, black lakes of my dreams, Softly she gazes down past thick and thin; Distant is her love as we skin to skin; Fooled, my fervent stretch is never within, Her affection for me, I’ll never win. My heart, her misfortune can only reap This last choice—wound us both more than my weep! For her sympathy, my eternal sleep! Now like me, may her woe forever keep. By day miss her and dream of her by noon Forever, rest in heart, my dear honey, moon
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Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 7:28 PM UTC
Endymion's Letter
An be mine lone soul hollow, none to give Wherefore choose life, vain and forlorn, why live So Sins consume that which himself canst not forgive? The poisoned remedy for pain, only death carries with Talk of beauty, of roses, of love and everything fair And you talk of mutiny, of poses and a deceit I canst not bare O’ Happiness, the biggest lie beyond compare From which to seek, lies rooted every tragedy’s despair The search of truths is a combination of lies to find Lies of our own choosing those gentle on the mind To our perspective deceit and commodity bind For our freedom, to live in a world a bit more kind.
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Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 1:49 PM UTC
Joy for the Ill-Omed
Never mind the time of spring, From which love comes a common thing, Love comes rare as life may Midwinter or a gloomy day To life, love, happiness can only bring! To live and love, what a beautiful thing! Midst the solitude in which we born and die —Love greets our lonely life, passing by
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Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 9:34 PM UTC
Love loves Spring
You took much more than life and that you know! You took all my love and that much you owe! God, I compel thee my years deliver! Faith! O’ Faith! Life I stand ill and ere you! In sadness in heart, and thus I wither. You took much more than life and that you know! You took all my love and that much you owe! God, my heart in blackness and hate submerged Faith! O’ Faith! How in time to time I slipped! Wherefore from God I’ve lost and diverged? God, you’ve not heard my prays or understood! Faith! O’ Faith! Forever fooled and left stood.
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Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 9:31 PM UTC
Faith! O’ Faith!
Thine heart’s loneliness shadow only thought Of thy rightful lovers replaced by those ever sought; Sought merely to please the fragrance of desire Now a frigid gap unsatisfied as loneliness doth require Life shall live as it wills, regardless Thou canst not remain forever Lost’n forever heartless Doubt not for there is a path as guide to serve To thee as long as from thy path one never swerve Go back to which always lov’d you And thou shan’t be lonely anew
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Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 9:27 PM UTC
Thoughts Harboured
Joy may be brought to all Once far an old friend doth call Sorrowful sweets the memories bring ‘Ever to be heard let joy ring Pray a friend in thee shall live How truest a Friend in heart always with!
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Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 9:22 PM UTC
An Acrostic