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EphemeralLuminescence
EphemeralLuminescence
Australia Poetry is self expression. It is a way in which people can express themselves through words—the combination the choice and the lack of it. It is a noble art and I only wish to be able to master it.
Death—it is grievous, It is also part of life, No death means no life.
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Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 10:02 PM UTC
Death
Dreaming A calm escape that can be frightening And yet better than the real world Dream time
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Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 7:40 AM UTC
Dreaming
Be always grateful, It’s the path to happiness, Follow this advice.
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Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 7:51 AM UTC
Happiness
Rippling clear surface, Fluent and bold and mighty, calm and powerful.
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Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 7:06 AM UTC
Water
Christmas is joyous Being with family too And also your friends
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Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 10:14 PM UTC
Christmas
Dreaming A calm escape that can be frightening And yet better than the real world Dream time
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Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 6:13 AM UTC
Dream
Look with your eyes, And not your mouth for all that, hides will soon be found.
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Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 3:48 AM UTC
Look
With fire comes pain, yet their is also beauty, also energy.
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Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC
Fire
Slows down and see, look, The world is such a beauty, One must only see.
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Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 6:52 AM UTC
Slow
I was told to write this piece For one who has lived a pure life But what is the point of celebrating the dead If the living have been forgotten The children who are born to starvation Born into the war The women who are beaten By their own husbands who drink How about the silent samaritan Who’s been selfless all his life Does he not get commemoration How can we ignore their cries Their cries to be heard To be acknowledged To be loved We shall all perish Under our false gratitude of life We will continue to proclaim the dead And leave the living further into the dirt Wondering why the world has come to this When we are just too prideful to open our eyes When we set aside our ego only then will we will come to see the beauty The beauty of life Only then will we appreciate it And instead of praising those who have passed We will mourn not for their death But cry tears of joy For the wonderful life they’ve lived And maybe Just maybe We may cry that the Earth has lost someone Worth living for
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 7:50 PM UTC
Requiem For The Living