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"If you perpetuate the dreams of the past, then you stifle your own dreams of the future" - Brandon Sanderson / / / I'm just a guy who have always loved to write but never dared to post anything till a good friend inspired me. You know who you are man!
Do you hear that? The sound of birds chirping in their nests Of people crying and beating their chests The sound of a mother cooing to her child Of the teenagers going wild The sound of a couple arguing with raised voices Of the gamblers indulging in their vices I do The sound of a heart beating with love Of sweet nothings carried on the wings of a dove The sound of forgiveness being granted Of the razor blade of hurt being blunted I don't........... All I hear is the sound of silence
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Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 11:49 AM UTC
The Sound of Silence
Red, orange, yellow, green and blue Love, passion, intelligent, loyal and ambitious too Not to forget the nobility and mystery of violet and indigo Amidst the righteous wrath and aggressive thirst of red, orange and yellow Tempered with the peace, wisdom and magic of green, purple and blue You're my cascade of colours, My rainbow, I love you.
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 11:18 AM UTC
Cascade of Colours
Choking, grasping for air Crowded thoughts more than I can bear Succour once promised by lips While they hid knives that destroyed friendships Ghosts that disappear When the worst is here Burning with pain To the floor I crumple as my self is slain But give up I will not I will not lie down and rot This pain I shall embrace Their lessons I will face For make no mistake I will not break With my head held high To these chains I will say goodbye My happiness I have not forswore I swear, I shall rise once more!
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Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 11:38 AM UTC
I swear
A sigh of contentment Tired muscles loosening up In the heat of the water I watch the steam rise Hoping, praying with this act My worries dissipate I pick it up and admire its form Through the wave of heat There's still a glint The glint of steel, The keen edge As it parts the flesh and the ruby river of my life comes rushing out I let my hands rest by my sides Allowing the water to ease my troubles As I lay my head back And close my eyes
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Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 2:32 PM UTC
The Last Act
The sweet, sweet surrender The cool embrace of the void The absence of thoughts The promise of an end to suffering Do you hear it? The Darkness     It beckons.....
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Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 1:53 PM UTC
The Call
Thought the sun was lost Found it When you Smiled
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May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 9:01 AM UTC
The Lost Sun (10W)
Two of life's simple pleasures Are waking up To the warm sun Shining from the depths Of your eyes Accompanied by the smile That chases all my nightmares away
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Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 10:18 AM UTC
Simple pleasures
We've laughed We've cried We've loved We've definitely fought some epic fights We've dreamt We've planned We've walked We've seen some amazing sights And We will take on more steps Journey to faraway lands Dreaming of the things we'll do together Make plans to broaden our horizons We will love with a passion so colossal That our fights will seem insignificant We will laugh at all the silly things we do We will cry at the things that hurt us We will do all those things and more We............
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Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 8:25 AM UTC
We
Petty mind And a petty heart Suits you just fine
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Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 9:56 AM UTC
Petty (10w)
There is a man Who likes to pretend That he's pure and holy When really his mouth only spews out baloney                                       *These hands of mine,                            a thousand men have bested                                   and thrice that the ladies                                        they have pleasured!* This man likes to wear all white, And on his head he props a halo. He hides his forked tongue in plain sight With which he claims to be a fine ole fellow                                      *These friends of mine       All shapes, all colours, every walk of life                                              All indebted to me                                                  Oh! Without me,                                            they couldn't survive!* But like the viper in Aesop's fable Your trust he repays the only way he's able With your paramour he'll try his luck Rejected he'd say "All I wanted was a free ****                         *No matter, for with any luck                               The old lady will let me out           There are girls who've taken my buck     And they'll take it again without a doubt* So of this false angel be wary A conscience he has not Web of lies and deceit his main plot For he has no friends only quarry                             ***Here lies A                    Certainly a class Act            For when the reaper came to play             You can be sure no one wept***
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Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 2:03 PM UTC
Two Face
There is a man Who likes to pretend That he's pure and holy When really his mouth only spews out baloney                                       *These hands of mine,                            a thousand men have bested                                   and thrice that the ladies                                        they have pleasured!* This man likes to wear all white, And on his head he props a halo. He hides his forked tongue in plain sight With which he claims to be a fine ole fellow                                      *These friends of mine       All shapes, all colours, every walk of life                                              All indebted to me                                                  Oh! Without me,                                            they couldn't survive!* But like the viper in Aesop's fable Your trust he repays the only way he's able With your paramour he'll try his luck Rejected he'd say "All I wanted was a free ****                         *No matter, for with any luck                               The old lady will let me out           There are girls who've taken my buck     And they'll take it again without a doubt* So of this false angel be wary A conscience he has not Web of lies and deceit his main plot For he has no friends only quarry                             ***Here lies A                    Certainly a class Act            For when the reaper came to play             You can be sure no one wept***
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