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Nieve
I am a young writer trying to become more in life. I like my poems to have some stories in them and some special meaning. I have a passion for writing and I don't believe it's going to stop.
Waking From The Nightmare Returning To Reality, Aching To Return To That Hellish Vision, To Return To The Nightmare, Desperate For Release.
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Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 11:39 PM UTC
Existential Nightmare
The way your hands hold mine So warm It spreads to my own chilled fingers Bringing new life The way you smile to me So bright It calms my hidden storm Making me forget my cares The way you made me happy So indescribable It was nothing I ever felt before Sending me hope for another day with you The way I hold your hands now So cold It isn’t like you at all Making me wish that you didn’t leave me
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Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 6:48 PM UTC
Cold Hands
Love, a dangerous thing, can be deceitful, twisted, vile, and full of confusion and pain if you choose to love the wrong person. It can be a long and difficult trial. But once you find the right person it can be the most beautiful thing in the whole world. It can be full of warmth and happiness. Love is truly a magical feeling.
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Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 3:15 AM UTC
Untitled
Your voice whispers through the wind and on instinct I follow it. My heart be stills at the sight of you. As I watch you from afar, it soothes my harden soul. A spell has been cast upon me And soon I am under your control, willing to do whatever you desire. I am, to you, a devoted servant
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Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 2:56 AM UTC
Devotion
Oh enchanting stars Speak to me of your stories Tell me of the Bear's scars And how he earned his glories A family torn apart By the love of the eldest sister and a bear The father killing the bear causing them to depart Enkindling her to turn herself into a bear and causing despair Youngest, magic one, save your siblings From your once beloved sister Shoot your arrows in the sky and end the killings Turn each one of them into stars spawning a blister As any can see with an eye The story is forever imprinted in the sky
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Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
Ursa Major
The Lioness is one of God's majestic creatures She is mighty ferocious fierce and brave Prides herself in her features While killing the antelope she has desperately crave The Lioness is filled with love Only as she watches her cubs With the lion her belove And protects them from the hard stubs The Lioness is not submissive She lets the lion become king for as long as she pleases Never permissive Until hell freezes The Lioness is the true queen of the pride No one dares challenges her If you do you will not slide You will only talk of blather If you hear her fearsome roar then take heed of this lore
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Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC
The Heart of a Lioness
Red as the rose Thicker than water More passionate than crimson It pumps through my veins And goes through my heart Keeping me alive From head to toe All over my body It's hidden beneath my skin The only way for you to see it Would be to hurt me One slice, you will see it One stab, you will see it One hard hit, and you will see it My blood makes me human It makes me who I am.
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
Blood
More and More harsh words come Others say it will stop Till the end they won't Here and now, you are with me and I won't succumb Each day you are with me Realize that I need you I want to hear your kind words everyday Little I give but you give more to me Our bond is a strong one Voice comfort me Eager I want you to hold me close You help me notice the sun Oath and do not do any scurries Undo my worries
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
Comfort Me
How to leave a life full of pain? You can’t. It will always be there, even if you try to forget it. All you can do is cut it off and try to sew the broken pieces of happiness together.
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May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC
Scissors and Needles
As She looks at the world, Nowhere near as a grown up, Dying to stay as a pup. Ready to be pearled. Even with her temper, As strong as a volcano, Childish ways are a tornado. How can she be this way until December? A flower some say. Viper some call her. Esther some call her. Zeus says her first word was yay.
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Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
A Little Girl