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Luminousnight
Luminousnight
My proffession is more on technical, / But it never meant that I can't be poetical. / Through work, effort is expressed, / Through words, feelings aren't suppressed. / Problems, heartbreaks, pains and experiences. / All broken down to rhyming sentences.
It wasn't there before, But now you can see it's core. Fading away like an old picture on a frame, You thought it's gone but it's still the same. Your eyes blocked with strobing lights, It interferes on what's in sight. It's seems so close from afar, But it was always far apart. Illusions play tricks with the mind, It will make you think you're doing fine.
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 6:54 PM UTC
Illusions
A box or a closet, It won't matter even if you closed it. Thick walls will look like paper, Like ice that will melt sometime later. Camouflage will only pop up, Illusions are not enough to make it stop. Eyes that pierces through anyone, Gives a lot of burden to those that have one.
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 10:51 AM UTC
Eyes
The world is not that huge, It's just a ball spinning like a centrifuge. A step can discover many things, An event creates many happenings. With just a turn you'll see what you can. With a decision you'll see what will happen before and then. All are just done commonly, But no one will understand everything completely. Like wearing a blindfold on one eye, what you'll see will just look like a lie. Not focusing on one thing, Can mean someone their everything.
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Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 7:37 AM UTC
Focus
A freshly cooked food thrown, A surprise that was early shown. A useful tool that was barely used, a sure win effort only to lose. Time that was rarely given, All left to do nothing often. Sacrifices almost everything, Just to be wasted for a stupid thing. Once something was lost, No one can bring it back with just a high cost.
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC
Wasted
Holding a bomb that is active, Any wrong move can be explosive. Or a flask full of hazardous chemicals,dropping it may damage more than physical. Like glass shattered to pieces, Your feet will bleed as you pass it. A heart that fell to be broken, Its shards will cut any skin open.
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Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 7:57 AM UTC
Broken
They say it's a symbol of hope, But my eyes doesn't cope. Almost everyone just wants to adore, but to me all of it is an eyesore. Blindness is caused by you, I desire not to see you through. Betrayal and lies that hides behind brightness, That's the reason I hated the light and chose the darkness.
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 6:40 PM UTC
The Reason I Hated The Light
It goes from light to dark, Sweeter than a kilogram of sugar. Comes in many sizes, All paid with different prices. Told by everyone, Fooled every single one. Shot harder than an arrow, Then a jolt of lightning follows. Grips with claws that can shred, Stabs like a knife that's jagged. No matter what its intent, Pain will be the only thing it implements. Like a venomous sting, Poison flows when lying.
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Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 8:52 AM UTC
Lies
It starts with curiosity, And ends painfully. It goes through many stages, Then the aftermath stays for ages. Ingredients are as follows, A person that should be hollowed. A jolt of betrayal, A strike of being cynical. Flames that burns with shame, A poison made out of promises that never came. A drop of empty expectation, A flask of wasted determination. A heart so broken that it can never stand. A scent of revenge that fills a hand. Mix them all well, Then you'll see a living hell. Steps to make a bleeding name, A monster that emerges from disdain.
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 10:04 AM UTC
Experiment X: Monster
It gives light in the darkest hours, Keeps you company wherever you are. Stays even if you can't see it, Gives encouragement to your down spirit. Only wants attention, It'll keep glowing to catch your perception. Can only be seen during the night, But sometimes clouds gather all their might. And even all this is done, The memory always looks like it's gone. Like a cycle of day, Once light hits you never bothered to stay, Always wishing "soon", That's the tragedy of the moon.
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Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 9:36 AM UTC
The Tragedy of the Moon
To be sought, To be the only one in your thoughts, To be held like there's no tomorrow, a touch that can make anyone forget any sorrow. To have no feeling of being forced, Everything done from a genuine source. You will know if it's fake or real, This is not something that can be sealed. Like a job posting for an opening, Being wanted by someone you love will always be refreshing.
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Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 12:04 PM UTC
Wanted