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poet097
18/F/No where Safe For the books Ive read that introduced me to poetry
Hair like winter fire, January ambers. My heart burns there too
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Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 2:18 AM UTC
Beverly
God, grant me the SERENITY to accept the things I cannot change, COURAGE to change the things I can and WISDOM to know the difference.
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Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 7:15 AM UTC
Calm
Back then when I had alot of things,Maybe. Now I don't have a lot of things And it feels meaningless. I don't know if they will come again I hope they don't, but looking back it was okay. Now there's just too many things But not that many like back then. Now they are bigger But now I feel liberated somehow Compared to how it was back then. Somewhere in my head, I hope they don't come back All that would be selfish seeming as to How it was back then and the proximity between us. But now I am free, not for long. But I will be free again, all thanks to when it was back then. And soon the now will turn into back then And I will be liberated for eternity at least. And maybe I like being meaningless.
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Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 7:16 PM UTC
Back then
When night falls,it comes with the dark. All the possibilities. A phenomenon. The freezing wind,the dogs bark. Bad company comes out to play.Only when night falls I will be gone.For when night falls, I will be afraid,not of the dark but of night itself.
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Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 11:07 PM UTC
Night
Encased in my brain are the words you have spoken.But for now,let me write down on paper the words you have awakened.
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Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 5:59 PM UTC
Words
Many were lost.Many were found.Many were treading on thin ice. Many are yet to come and many have come and gone.But many are still waiting for the rolling of dice. Many,many,many........
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Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 5:51 PM UTC
Many
Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.
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Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 8:08 AM UTC
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I pray to God.I ask for a special ability. A gift to hear people's thoughts. For a while,I thought it would be impossible to actually read minds. As it turns out,I can read people very easily,hear their thoughts very easily.It only takes time to realize a gift so.
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Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 7:40 AM UTC
A gift.
It's just amazing really, what people can create , unbelievable even. You'd think this stuff came out of a text book,a song,or a movie. But NO!....This stuff is real and to think it came from peoples minds.its amazing.
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Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 1:57 AM UTC
its amazing
Oh, what has time done to us.We used to be good friends.Very close. Remember when we use to have pillow fights ,when we use to have sleep overs,when we laughed at exchanged secrets. Good times right? Now where are you all, 7 of you.Back then we were innocent and would hold hands,now we could barely look at each other.Oh,what has time done to us.My good friends.
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Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 5:17 PM UTC
My friends