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Lewis1CMG
18/M Your Poetry is a reflection of yourself, its you. When you read poetry you see yourself in it. We’re all reflecting at eachother. It brings us together, we’re all connected in this mirror and that makes me happy.
My wildest thoughts are like dreams, dreams without a speech dreams without art and dreams without an ending ‘Without peace and without vengeance, ‘Without love and Without death, and In all of the above I’ve listed my worst nightmares ‘The things we tend to forget, Everyone will encounter the empty thought, and everyone will choose to ignore it and everyone will live the nightmares while everyone is to scared of their dreams But it’s our choice to confront them Punish them into submission Tightly grasp them so we can never let go So we can always squeeze onto our hope and our hope is not Lost Our hope is our dreams Our hope is Our wildest thoughts
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 3:55 AM UTC
Wildest Thoughts
‘Don’t marry the nightmare while you sleep with your dreams
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 3:29 AM UTC
Marry them
Lines are dead And the structure is ****** Messy          All over the place Some profound meaning Is meant to be read         So Keep writing, maybe you’ll Find it One day Deep down inside Between the flesh and bone: What it all means.
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Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 12:06 PM UTC
Keep Writing
I died yesterday. Doesn’t exactly mean anything How could it? I woke up, went downstairs to see two kids eating, smiling. I look across the table to a chair full of nothing trying to say something She died yesterday for something I don’t know what for but She died yesterday and that’s it.
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Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 3:46 AM UTC
Yesterday I Died
A great musician is someone whos a Rhythmic Philosopher getting life perfect in the music But most of the time being completely useless at the real thing itself
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Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 2:58 AM UTC
Musicians life
Your moon is on fire And my sun is freezing to death So our earth is dead Burnt into nothing Gone from our stars Forever
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Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 9:55 AM UTC
Gone
My Paper is a blank reflection of myself waiting for my words to paint it in its purest form to show the world who I really am and its never actually something that i want to read
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Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC
Paper
You are everything i wanted it to be (Whatever it was) Because words look so different when im near you And don’t mean anything to me. Friend, you are what peace is, What i want What everyone needs Honest and as happy as you are Sometimes, i feel Awful things, outcasted When you make that stupid decision Again. How many times does it run through your head? Can you catch it? How do you get it? Do you forget, i want to forget. If that’s so then, we haven’t learnt anything So lets Remember our bedrooms Friend, Friends and family? When it is all of us Within four walls, closing us in: Making up our own world with Our thoughts, our minds together At peace, within our existence Creating Our Own Meanings. I Love you... But Meanings dont mean anything when we’re in the same room Together. Happyornot, Lets just create time together So we can waste it Because you are all everything to me            You are everything i wanted it to be.
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Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC
Our Time Together
Being is an ocean and I Saw you in a dream filtering sand Through your tiny fingers, Breathing me in. In morning, I’ll find your creases in the sheets Your words in my head, flashing images inside my eyes Your crispy voice sleeps in my ear. The kitten smile your angel white lies In your deceitful eyes, But Ill keep waiting for Your boat to sink, You ******* liar.
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Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 8:24 PM UTC
A Childs lie Dream
Cold blooded angel begging for death Asking for a smile next to her bed. Heavens gift with hells deliverey Giving her property and broken bulbs For a head thats alone with me. When i speak to her Or her wings, the thought goes. If i had said what i wanted to properly Nothing would of changed. Id still be in the floors. Hiding up, to warm up my feelings with cold metaphors.
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Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC
Another “Her” Poem