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"Writing is not a hobby or a passion, it is a way of life" / "Anger can either build you up or tear you down" / "Don't wait, only focus and attack" / __Louidjy Francois
She knew not how to begin Brittle sweat dripping down her skin Reaching for a gift known as a friend Blowing sounds through thick and thin She shared the beauty of the violin expressing  deep hidden  thoughts within Exposing her perfection The beauty from lack of sin She sat on the edge of the sore Gently blow upon without the whisper of a word Without the sound of a mockingbird Only blurry sounds she wished was unheard Music gave her a reason to live A reason to be brave It is the reason She forgave The reason she is a slave The reason she dug her own grave Her life would finally began Running fast toward the sun But it would still be undone She would never be forgotten
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Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
The Violin
It starts with an E the letters are three. It ends with an O There's a M in the middle It started my life story I knew that's who I was Even when I found myself lost At least only in my thoughts Others saw me without it I felt my heart beat, so fast I lay under the shades I never wanted it to last It is a three letter word in my heart she sings along with the birds Whispered so gently Along with the cold wind gliding in me, slightly taking my breath away. It had destroyed me Allowed me to be free It led me astray without knowing what to say. Begging me to stay Wanted my skin to slay My heart so cold My words heavily bold Hiding deep emotions withhold. A heart was what I sold You're loved, that I was told. Years after years I found myself laying here Without any peers In the darkness alone Only With my dear fears The only friends I ever known The only ones that I can see The only ones I could hear The only ones I could feel It starts with an E The letters are three It ends with an O There's a M in the middle Death is a process life is meaningless At least That's what I was told Even though There's a N in the middle my life is still an unsolved riddle.
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
Riddle
I slowly opened my eyes only to see the dark light. So bright that I ran out of sight. Afraid I'll never fight again Afraid my strenght will never regain Laying here in the hospital. Cradle  so big it could be for two. Thinking about a fight so brutal.   One more and I'll run out of tooth. Wishing I could move a budge Wishing I could speak Wishing this bed was soft Wishing I was in the streets. Wishing I could end my grudge Wishing I could make end meet. I will never give up That's why they called me Louidjy. I just realized I need a hug. That is, without shedding tears. I'm all grown up. Allowed to have a date although I still have my baby cup I'm still here with a smile in my face. My body still hurt but This poem is not done yet
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 9:57 AM UTC
Grudge
Alone in the walk way   Passing by me day by day   Feeling far gone is just the right words to say   Gone far astray   Savior passing my way   Jobs don't pay   Knives can't slay   Life is grey   Love's been betrayed   Cast away, break away   Life's running away   Cast away, break away   Life's passing my way   It's gonna be okay   As long as we obey   There's a time to play   A time that they   And a time to pray   There's Three words to say   That will never go away   Excuse her delay   As she watches hearts play   Far away, far away   She subsist today   Far away, far away   Life's passing my way
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 9:52 AM UTC
Green day