FallenKing - Hello Poetry

I see the sorrow in your eyes I see the sadness in your smile You try to hide it, you try to be strong But deep inside I see your pain Love me like we are lying on our deathbeds I'll take the pain away I know it hurts but I'll be your therapy I'll be your escape If you would let me, I could mend your broken heart Like a puzzle, I could piece you together In return I would give you a piece of me So maybe one day, we could both be whole

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Nov 12, 2018

Nov 12, 2018 at 12:30 PM UTC

FallenKing

Therapy

I see the sorrow in your eyes I see the sadness in your smile You try to hide it, you try to be strong But deep inside I see your pain Love me like we are lying on our deathbeds I'll take the pain away I know it hurts but I'll be your therapy I'll be your escape If you would let me, I could mend your broken heart Like a puzzle, I could piece you together In return I would give you a piece of me So maybe one day, we could both be whole

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The irony of love. Without hesitation, we would take the bullet for the one pulling the trigger

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Nov 8, 2018

Nov 8, 2018 at 6:29 PM UTC

FallenKing

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The irony of love. Without hesitation, we would take the bullet for the one pulling the trigger

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Dance with me in the moonlight And let the night fade away Like a star shinning in the spotlight Out of reach, but within my gaze Dance with me in the moonlight Until the night turns to day Illuminate the shadows in the twilight Be the north star that gives my life an aim

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Nov 5, 2018

Nov 5, 2018 at 8:21 PM UTC

FallenKing

Moonlight

Dance with me in the moonlight And let the night fade away Like a star shinning in the spotlight Out of reach, but within my gaze Dance with me in the moonlight Until the night turns to day Illuminate the shadows in the twilight Be the north star that gives my life an aim

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Love has repercussions Addicted, never enough until you overdose

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Nov 5, 2018

Nov 5, 2018 at 12:31 AM UTC

FallenKing

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Love has repercussions Addicted, never enough until you overdose

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Imperfection Like the petals of a flower Different in size, fragile and thin And yet they remain unique and beautiful Imperfect Like the God who created us The world we live in No one is perfect in this imperfect world But being imperfect only makes this world more beautiful And that's perfection

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Nov 1, 2018

Nov 1, 2018 at 12:11 PM UTC

FallenKing

Imperfection

Imperfection Like the petals of a flower Different in size, fragile and thin And yet they remain unique and beautiful Imperfect Like the God who created us The world we live in No one is perfect in this imperfect world But being imperfect only makes this world more beautiful And that's perfection

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How can one have a dream when they cannot sleep? How can one find the will to get up every morning, and face challenges head strong without the fear or failure Do these people have super powers? Are these people considered hero’s? Well if they are, then they are just like the rest of us, mask on facing adversity Everyone is a hero, and everyone is a villain Good intentions are an arbitrary construct created by society to be able to distinguish a universal morality For example, most people would say that intentionally killing or hurting others is wrong, and those who take part in such horrific actions should face severe consequence But what if you had to **** to save a loved one What if you had to **** to protect your life Would it still be wrong? Should those people still face the same consequences Your intentions are good, but your actions tell another story How do we define what is just? Everything happens for a reason, that’s what most people would believe But why does there need to be a reason Sometimes things just happen We have no control We are simply insignificant specs of dust desperately trying to understand the world we love Like most things in this world, we humans live in a cycle It’s continuous and never-ending Just as precipitation leads to evaporation History repeats itself Hate breeds more hatred Love leads to more heartbreak And the bird fly’s south to escape the cold winters

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Oct 31, 2018

Oct 31, 2018 at 11:44 AM UTC

FallenKing

Morality

How can one have a dream when they cannot sleep? How can one find the will to get up every morning, and face challenges head strong without the fear or failure Do these people have super powers? Are these people considered hero’s? Well if they are, then they are just like the rest of us, mask on facing adversity Everyone is a hero, and everyone is a villain Good intentions are an arbitrary construct created by society to be able to distinguish a universal morality For example, most people would say that intentionally killing or hurting others is wrong, and those who take part in such horrific actions should face severe consequence But what if you had to **** to save a loved one What if you had to **** to protect your life Would it still be wrong? Should those people still face the same consequences Your intentions are good, but your actions tell another story How do we define what is just? Everything happens for a reason, that’s what most people would believe But why does there need to be a reason Sometimes things just happen We have no control We are simply insignificant specs of dust desperately trying to understand the world we love Like most things in this world, we humans live in a cycle It’s continuous and never-ending Just as precipitation leads to evaporation History repeats itself Hate breeds more hatred Love leads to more heartbreak And the bird fly’s south to escape the cold winters

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I feel like I’m drowning, in confusion, loneliness and anxiety This feeling cascades like a never ending tide of emotion washed away by the regret of my own indiscretions Just as the moon controls the tide, my actions control my destiny As the future is engulfed by the present, I begin to wonder if I am drifting into the abyss that exists within the murky depths of my mind Breathless, I suffocate and cry out for help It is only until I wake up that I realize that no one is there -A kid who dreamed of becoming a king

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Oct 29, 2018

Oct 29, 2018 at 12:42 AM UTC

FallenKing

Drowning

I feel like I’m drowning, in confusion, loneliness and anxiety This feeling cascades like a never ending tide of emotion washed away by the regret of my own indiscretions Just as the moon controls the tide, my actions control my destiny As the future is engulfed by the present, I begin to wonder if I am drifting into the abyss that exists within the murky depths of my mind Breathless, I suffocate and cry out for help It is only until I wake up that I realize that no one is there -A kid who dreamed of becoming a king

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I robbed myself of my motivation I was the individual with the ski mask I pressed the glock .9 against the tellers temple While she prayed to god, I counted the devil for my greed turned into an evil deception of my own moral ambiguity What I thought was a righteous path was truly an everlasting darkness littered with my decayed convictions subliminal messages pierced my mental processes controlling me like a lamb to the slaughter As my hand gripped the trigger I thought to myself Who am I doing this for? Who do I live for? As I cut the cash silently like the a surgeons incision, my mind was running circles like clockwork Time was my mistress, ironically stringing me along, deceiving me to believe that I was the puppet master With no strings attached I remained untethered, oblivious to my own reality All along I thought I was the king However, just as the sheep follows the Shepard I became a cog without cognition

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Oct 29, 2018

Oct 29, 2018 at 12:40 AM UTC

FallenKing

Motives

I robbed myself of my motivation I was the individual with the ski mask I pressed the glock .9 against the tellers temple While she prayed to god, I counted the devil for my greed turned into an evil deception of my own moral ambiguity What I thought was a righteous path was truly an everlasting darkness littered with my decayed convictions subliminal messages pierced my mental processes controlling me like a lamb to the slaughter As my hand gripped the trigger I thought to myself Who am I doing this for? Who do I live for? As I cut the cash silently like the a surgeons incision, my mind was running circles like clockwork Time was my mistress, ironically stringing me along, deceiving me to believe that I was the puppet master With no strings attached I remained untethered, oblivious to my own reality All along I thought I was the king However, just as the sheep follows the Shepard I became a cog without cognition

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