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Lord Loss(This poem doesn't belong to me. The rightful owner is the author Darren Shan who wrote the Demonata and the Cirque du Freak book series. This poem is from his first book of the Demonata book series: Lord Loss.) / Lord loss sows all the sorrows of the world, lord loss seeds the grief starched trees / In the center of the web lowly lord loss bows his head

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My Friend I Care(This poem is not my work. The Original author of this poem belongs to Joanetta Hendel. This poem reflects on how I feel when I lose someone that is close to me. Whether it be a friend, family member, or a pet that you once held dear to you.) / Don’t tell me that you understand, / don’t tell me that you know.

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AirThe air we breathe is different than the air in space. We breathe it everyday, every hour, minute, and second. The air is toxic to some I don’t know why but when we breathe the air we surely would die. Air is thick and air is light. Sometimes as light as a feather falling from the soaring bird across the blue sky. The bird soars across the land and water everyday feeling the wind and air across its wings as it flies everywhere across the earth going to different places each day. The air we breathe is thick but we need it to live and survive. Without it life as we know it would surely die and the beauty of the world would crumble underneath the thick toxic air that haunts the sky each and every day. Air is life and life is hard to live.

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Walking Through the SnowAs I walk through the falling snow I often wonder where I’ll go. / I find myself at your home and I see you sitting there all alone. / Through your window in your comfy chair I see your face lovely and fair.

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What is musicWhat is music one may say? / Is it to hear the sounds of the broken hearted and the soft sounds of love? / To think of those who have written before what we have now?

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Tis a Lonely LifeTis the lonely life we wish not to live. / But someday it cometh like a meteor in the dark starry night sky. / Tis the lonely life which some want to die.

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Tis the ManTis the man that's good. Tis the man that's sweet to the bone. / His heart is large and his soul is pure as well as mature. / He is kind to all that he meets. He accepts those for who and what they are.

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Scared...You know.... Sometimes I feel scared... scared of life and the things to come... scared of being yelled at by someone, scared of hurting, heartbreaking, liking someone when you and that other are taken. What is life when you look at it? Is it light? Is it dark? Or is it something so scary that you hide away in your room. What ever it is I get scared of life... because I don't know what to do with it or what I’ll see...

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Ode to the manOde to the man that sails the seas, He is the captain of his vessel and his crew looks up to him. / He’s been on the ocean for years and years, he doesn’t know what his home looks like nor the love of his life. / He looks over the vast ocean trying to find land but there is none to be seen.

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What is Light?What is the light actually? People say that it is the most beautiful thing in the world. That it is warm, cuddling, and peaceful. But when you think about it, it can always be cruel, painful, and scary... Things in the light are not what you would normally see really. It’s not all fairies and rainbows or Angles in the sky. Sometimes the light can burn you and leave permanent scars all over your body and leaves you mentally damaged and you just want to go on a killing spree and just attack the people you dearly hate and despise and that’s when the darkness takes over your body and soul. Your mind just loses all control, your body becomes stronger yet it makes you more of a killing machine and you just want to kill... watch as the blood splatters everywhere organs and entrails everywhere and as soon as you start getting back in touch with reality, your mind won’t ever... go back to normal once you look at all the damage that has been done.

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