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Snekula
Snekula
18/On a Pacific Island Writing is fun!
when i said i love you no matter what i meant it i continue to mean it but i know now what "no matter what" truly means i still love you, no matter what.
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Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 3:38 PM UTC
year5
A flurry of magic emerging from hand Strengthening ties through the playing of land The power of green and her mana filled plays Brought forth through the choice of her mighty pathways Ultimate power paid through the blood price An unholy ritual borne of sacrifice The power of black till the goal has been seized The potence of death through this color unleashed With the power of instinct a rapid quick strike And the duel is over in the speed of light The power of red passion boiling inside And hastily wrought as the battlefield's fried Through carefully studying the knowledge of old To ponder upon what the future may hold The power of blue seeks control till the end And counters against what their opponent may send But hope glimmers still in the darkest of night And not all is lost when there is still light The power of white unites the steadfast A determined struggle from the first to the last Decks filled with creatures great and small A decision to make to go wide or go tall? Colors of five: red, white, blue, black, and green Spells cast in hand what a magical scene None of those spells are as enchanting as you My magical poet of red, white, and blue
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Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 3:12 AM UTC
To My Magical Poet
Love is described in stories as a fall Deep into the unknown embracing all The little things coming your way And the blowing wind as it rushes past your face Many people have warned against it Some have been caught or have been hurt by it The bottom is dangerous they say Love is a trap in many ways But though I know that love hurts at times For to say that a fall does not hurt is a lie It is a fall I take and gladly do . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Because I know I’ll fall into the waiting arms of you
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Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 3:16 PM UTC
The Fall
Love is like the water It nourishes and brings life Through blood Unaffected by the rocks along its way Following the paths in its place Yet remains strong Floating things upon its surface Concealing the depths within Love is like the wind It nourishes and brings life Through breath Floating through the air Unseen but still there Yet remains strong Blowing what needs to be blown far away Cooling the storms within Love is like the earth It nourishes and brings life Through skin Holding the foundational base Steadfast throughout all the days Yet remains strong Weathering the changing seasons Holding sacred treasures within Love is like the fire It nourishes and brings life Through warmth Burning away the old mildew Allowing things to begin anew Yet remains strong Forging life in its cleansing flames Blazing the future within
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Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 7:27 PM UTC
Water, Wind, Earth, And Fire
Love is mud Though it starts unbaked Soft Through the burning of the sun The passing of the days It hardens and forms a structure that stands The test of time Handled with patience and care Even the ***** and unformed Can become something beautiful
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Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 4:40 PM UTC
Love is Mud
I wait for the last ten minutes to pass I wait for the last nine minutes still I wait for the last eight minutes I wait for seven minutes I wait six minutes more I wait now for five I wait for four I wait here I wait I…
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Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 10:29 AM UTC
...wait
Sometimes I don’t know what to say When I put my thoughts into writing But what I do know here today Is that I want to write down something It’s time to let myself go It is time for me to see No matter going fast or slow As long as thoughts roam free Starting is always the hardest part When it comes to writing poetry But as long as it comes from the heart Then that’s good enough for me Bad and good, big and small My poems come in many kinds “Skill” doesn’t matter, if at all What matters is that they’re mine
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Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 7:27 AM UTC
Writer's Block
Through the days and days that pass us by We make little choices throughout our lives Perhaps sometimes they might seem wrong But some may they lead to surprises all along Some think of the road not taken Or how in their search they’ve left doors unopened Yet this is the path that we have set foot in And this is where were headed till the end But these choices that we make Do we make them to control, or merely for their own sake? I say that though time marches on And mother earth and father sky sing their song That they do matter That the words we say are not idle chatter That they can build a person up That they can be worth more than enough To change those around oneself And be a light in the world, to help I want to be that light I don’t want to be snuffed out into the night And I’m making this choice tonight Because I want to make it right And through these words I choose to write Are all for you my dear friend Who I want to brighten up till the very end
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Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 6:21 PM UTC
Choices for a Friend
Are you lonely? Let’s go on a journey! Just take my hand Let’s fly to the land Where pigs can fly And birds are free You’ll realize And you will see How happy you could be! So put a smile Up on your face! And bring your ticket Just in case You’ll need it checked Here on the border Oh no! Here comes law and order. But don’t you worry You got me! I’ll get you out of this misery So strap right up And buckle down Ain’t no better smuggler than me in town!
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Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 9:03 PM UTC
Journey
As you can see My kind of poetry Ain’t metaphorical or flowery But then again My poetry is simply me
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Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 2:17 PM UTC
My Poetry