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lindsey
American I like to write poetry in my spare time, some say it's pretty good. I wouldn't mind being published one day, but I'm quite introverted when letting people read them... so we'll see how this goes!
Magic dawn breaker – Who puts you back together? When others enjoy the beauty You’ve portrayed What stops you from Revealing yourself? I understand, truly, I do. Why an orange sky is so important In a world of blue. Masking your genuine potential Only proves to your admirers The simplicity you despise Please, show confidence in your Sun-lit sky line For, without it, My earth sees no shine.
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Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 4:20 PM UTC
Morning Drive
Work work work work work -- play Work work work work work -- play In a bittersweet world, the unbalanced spectrum will override your lifeless love and your loveless life. Fight fight fight fight fight -- **** Fight fight fight fight fight -- **** In this timed game your character fails to notice his flawless logic and his logic-less flaws. Take take take take take -- give Take take take take take -- give In this lonely reality the uncontrolled realization of your selfish virus reveals your mindless hope and your hopeless mind. Win win win win win -- lose.
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Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 4:18 PM UTC
The Working Man
I once fell in love with a scop Who sang to me of traditional heroes. And when his voice dropped, I knew he was only temporary. And when he danced, My eyes danced with him. And when his legs stopped, I knew his time was dim. And when he read to me, My dreams took control. And when his narration took flee, I awoke and he had gone. Falling in love with a man of rhyme Can only conclude with melancholy For his stories contain a happy ending, But relating to true life, they are pure folly.
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Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 4:16 PM UTC
Untitled
You creep up and peek at my swollen eyes Wordlessly telling me how it’ll all be “okay” Take that knife right outta my back, Kiss my forehead and pretend to stay. Live life like it’s the game you so craftily steer What’s yours is mine, you plead? I cannot help if you refuse my offer, It is such a sad life, my dear. When you run away, the light you seek will vanish. Dance in a world you created all your own The music stops- you panic. You always were a dreamer.
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Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 4:09 PM UTC
To a Dreamer: