taryn-kraus - Hello Poetry

I am drawn to this music By the sway of beat and rhythm Dancing softly Gliding in the warm night breeze The lights are dim and golden I hold the secret Your secret Our secret Tonight We will never be the same

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Jan 15, 2013

Jan 15, 2013 at 1:25 AM UTC

At Last

I am drawn to this music By the sway of beat and rhythm Dancing softly Gliding in the warm night breeze The lights are dim and golden I hold the secret Your secret Our secret Tonight We will never be the same

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*My contempt wraps your ocean Of childish notions like a vice I am a wispy poison You cannot touch me As I am made of smoke. My elements confuse you, enrapture you I captivate you as I Stride forward through shadows To greet you with Painted lips and charcoaled eyes You have given me your heart Unwittingly and unknowingly; The one whom you made this way You are mine under lock and key*

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Jan 15, 2013

Jan 15, 2013 at 1:21 AM UTC

Conspiracy

*My contempt wraps your ocean Of childish notions like a vice I am a wispy poison You cannot touch me As I am made of smoke. My elements confuse you, enrapture you I captivate you as I Stride forward through shadows To greet you with Painted lips and charcoaled eyes You have given me your heart Unwittingly and unknowingly; The one whom you made this way You are mine under lock and key*

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Moonlight smoothes over the sunset I stare at her face And sing to her; And she sings back Whispering Orion’s secrets I dance with stars Stepping to their lead The black spaces fill me, Where words fail me The wind lifts my hair Painting patterns in the clouds In the light of the moon I drift in dreams

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Jan 15, 2013

Jan 15, 2013 at 1:18 AM UTC

When the Sunset Falls

Moonlight smoothes over the sunset I stare at her face And sing to her; And she sings back Whispering Orion’s secrets I dance with stars Stepping to their lead The black spaces fill me, Where words fail me The wind lifts my hair Painting patterns in the clouds In the light of the moon I drift in dreams

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For all your attention seeking and pretenses, You look ridiculous. Enough with the games, No one wants to play. Drop your mask, I see cracks across that smile Swallow your chest - swelling sense of pride, pride is anything but rare. Don’t whine that your life ***** You have everything

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Jan 15, 2013

Jan 15, 2013 at 1:16 AM UTC

Enough is Enough

For all your attention seeking and pretenses, You look ridiculous. Enough with the games, No one wants to play. Drop your mask, I see cracks across that smile Swallow your chest - swelling sense of pride, pride is anything but rare. Don’t whine that your life ***** You have everything

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Poetry is... Poetry is a coded message to be deciphered exclusively by you; Never to be seen the same way by two people Poetry is a declaration for you to not look at yourself in the mirror, But to look out a window and witness a different perspective Poetry inspires you to rewrite your life’s story With someone else’s pen. Poetry is a tale with a twist; It considers all advice and then throws reason out the window. Poetry is the reason abstract No longer means abstract Poetry is the key in the universal lock Which turns all conventions on its head And paints the silver lining on Night clouds Just to catch your eye. Poetry is new beginnings and different endings. Without poetry, our words would have no voice.

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Jan 15, 2013

Jan 15, 2013 at 1:08 AM UTC

Poetry is...

Poetry is... Poetry is a coded message to be deciphered exclusively by you; Never to be seen the same way by two people Poetry is a declaration for you to not look at yourself in the mirror, But to look out a window and witness a different perspective Poetry inspires you to rewrite your life’s story With someone else’s pen. Poetry is a tale with a twist; It considers all advice and then throws reason out the window. Poetry is the reason abstract No longer means abstract Poetry is the key in the universal lock Which turns all conventions on its head And paints the silver lining on Night clouds Just to catch your eye. Poetry is new beginnings and different endings. Without poetry, our words would have no voice.

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