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daniel-coleman
American That metal proved to be too weak, so I forged a new one.
We think with our brains. We bleed with our hearts. We have names for those who use them, and names for those who don't. The truth we most oft neglect is that we all have both.
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Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 3:18 PM UTC
Just a thought
Perusing a concrete jungle Luminescence hangs from vines in the trees. Strife rears her horrid head Making a scene amidst the thoroughfare. Last words never came so easy, Now they flow like moths to a flame. A bitter sweet cacophony fills the air; It derives in the heart, and Echoes throughout the mind. Dissonance abounds the pursuit of vain glory. Angst it seems has found a new bottled friend To misplace his faith in. Pride’s timely advance to the rear Couldn’t be timed better. Stoops offer little comfort Compared to the nest that cradles hatchlings. A vagrant’s attempt to console loneliness Falls like music on deaf ears. Sleep that rarely comes easy Now seems possible without porcelain prayers. Resolve attempts a reawakening On the concrete jungle’s stairs Only to collapse beneath the weight Of nature’s tipping point. Remorse is destined to wait, At least until first light breaks The incandescent glow of The concrete jungle’s neon lights.
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Mar 2, 2012
Mar 2, 2012 at 2:13 PM UTC
Jungled emotion
We could pretend nothing's changed, But I can't force believe that lie. The truth was always leaving, I just couldn't say 'Goodbye.' As summer came and winter passed So too now our meetings, alas. Perhaps better days have seen my eyes, But with the truth so vivid, clear, I'd hardly say my best. So now my dear, I bid you adieu. Adieu. Alas, the truth was always leaving And now I've said 'Goodbye.' I wish to you the best of everything: For golden years and bluer skies. As for me my beloved friend At last, I say 'Goodbye.'
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Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 12:46 PM UTC
The truth is leaving
Tired of being tired Of fighting this fight. The lost soul's guiding light Means another sleepless night. Never found a genie in a bottle, But there's an answer if you dare: Late night shut eye after porcelain prayers. The Sandman's sleep plans Do nothing without sleeping sands. So here we go: Cup down, bottle up It's time to test liquid luck. First light into the next, This story ends with rest.
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Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 10:42 PM UTC
Tribute
We all pray to the same God, Whether you are right And I am wrong. It makes perfect sense to me. I hope you open up your eyes, Because faith is all you need. So listen to the words: You make it better Or you make it worse. It's all in how you do, Not in being one. Being best means nothing If the rest can fall. No, you're not Atlas But you can help save them all.
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Aug 15, 2011
Aug 15, 2011 at 12:30 PM UTC
Same God
Not a day goes by When i dont watch Time drift away Not a hour passes Without myriad melodies Playing in my head Not a minute is waisted Without the thought That intangles my mind Not a second mosies away Without a light That gives me hope
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Jul 26, 2011
Jul 26, 2011 at 10:26 AM UTC
Not a time
Look into the looking glass child, Tell me what you see, Look into the looking glass child. Tell me what you see. Your just a faded image of me child, Just like the me i used to be. Don't make the same mistakes as me child, Don't turn out like me.
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Jul 26, 2011
Jul 26, 2011 at 10:18 AM UTC
Looking glass
These days go on and on, They never seem to end. These seconds pass As though eternities In a broken hour glass. Time will never cease, Never stop ticking, Never stop living; Whether the peak of mountains, Or the very dumps of life. Time will never stop ticking. Tick, tick, tick, An eternity of time, Never to return. Never to come back
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Jul 26, 2011
Jul 26, 2011 at 10:09 AM UTC
A broken hourglass
Rolled into perfection, Stacked and beautiful. Loved for the sake of loving, And wanting to be needed. Torn. Between two places, Both of which are home. Not knowing what to expect; Not expecting what is known.
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Jul 26, 2011
Jul 26, 2011 at 9:59 AM UTC
Torn
Consider these the words That nobody ever said, And consider these the actions That nobody ever took. Sometimes it's real, Sometimes it's fake, But this time is different. Consider this the extended hand Of friendship that was never offered, The chance we are afraid to take.
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Jul 26, 2011
Jul 26, 2011 at 9:53 AM UTC
Regret