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tins-nox
tins-nox
American There are things you learns by reading, things you learn by asking, and things you learn by observation. With poetry, you can express all that and more.
a line divides us on one side stands        stacked all steadily the things to which     I hold close to heart morals ideals promises                      to myself        to others and I can see you watching me across the way a mess around your feet and fire            climbing to the sky heat embracing you just as you like it chaos                  calm              to       my sometimes opposites don’t attract sometimes they explode I won’t ask you to freeze in my arms and you know I’ll never melt in yours a line divides us            so little                     so long
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 2:28 AM UTC
Division
You said you’d die for me protect me with your life. I cried. I begged. I pleaded. No! How could you? Why would you? I won’t let you! My life is nothing without you. Words you reflected back at me. Live for me. Live for me. You said you’d die for me But no. No that could never happen. No force on Heaven, Hell, or Earth could take you from me. I will not let them. I would not let you. My life is mine to save. My chances are mine to take, and I am no damsel. You will not leave me behind, dying in the cold of your absence. No. You told me that you’d die for me. And so to stop you I died instead.
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 2:24 AM UTC
Self Sacrificial
How much debt can a father build? Oh, as much as his daughter's heart can carry.
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 1:22 PM UTC
Abandonment
they always tell you "reach for the moon - if you miss, you'll land among stars." what they fail to mention is that the moon needs light from the sun           to shine. and the light from the stars takes billions of years to reach us; but first                   they must implode.
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Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 12:36 AM UTC
Untitled
she was always told to dance like nobody was watching for the first few years, she was too young to understand what it meant when she finally understood, she was too afraid to listen to the music in her head when she got over her fear and took that first step, a dance began but nobody cared she danced and nobody watched oh but e v e r y o n e noticed when she stopped
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Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 12:33 AM UTC
lessons
They say the day the Earth stood Still; the Heavens split in two. And then He walked among the Land - and then He created You. But in Dark another lies in wait; His vengeance soon to be. Patience is His greatest Power; His greatest Creation - Me.
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 10:35 PM UTC
Reversal
How do you accept someone's Comfort when the one offering it is the Cause?
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Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
Internal
I write these words upon my Soul- to free my mind, and all it holds.
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Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 1:40 PM UTC
Poetry
The ground is stained as a reminder Of the battle that took place here Rain has washed away the memories But not drowned away the fear Guns were fired, lives were lost Hearts were broken on this land No life dares ever grow here As token to those who still stand The moon never shines it light On this dreary barren ground The skies are always cloudy grey To keep the sadness hanging around The graves are built to weather the storm But lonely, no flowers make their beds With nobody to remember this There’s no one here to rest their heads
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May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 9:33 PM UTC
A Tribute to the Forgotten
She has the eyes of a hunter: Feral, wild, full of life. Eyes that have known victory and have tasted defeat. Eyes that have seen life pass and have been the one to take it. Eyes that have given life back when it was not theirs to take. Eyes that know when to adapt to surroundings and when to make surroundings adapt to them. Eyes that have faced fear and danger with all the courage of a thousand soldiers and eyes that have turned and fled at the slightest hint of a storm. Eyes that know a friend in a stranger and a stranger in a friend. Eyes that have cried for many reasons and have smiled for many more. She has the eyes of a hunter. She has the eyes of the prey.
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May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 9:03 PM UTC
Huntress