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 Jul 2015 Unknown
Adele
long lost years
our master, Shakespeare
traveled to London for four days
no shillings or good garments in his bag

he stayed in lodge inns
penny a night
he had to gave up with a sigh

the smell of midden-heaped lanes
from the slum tenements
he had to bare for nights

he held both jobs
holding patron's horses
or prompter's attendant

and as destined to be a playwright,
his plays express aspects of life that transcend time
he wrote to be remarkable
and to put food on the table

illuminating human experience
a genius mind...

a playwright, poet and actor
that we will always admire.
Although no one's sure if he's with an entourage or striking out alone on foot going to London :D His life is shrouded in a mystery or he wasn't that revealing about his personal life, but he was the greatest writer of all time! I really admire him and wish to make some good literary creations too :( haha
 Jun 2015 Unknown
Adele
I'm trying to climb your ribs,
to find a place in your heart
when I reached the top,
there's no more space left for me
I tried to hold on, but I fell down
No, you didn't even catch me
So now, I'm just half of a whole </3
 Jun 2015 Unknown
Adele
no secrets--
 Jun 2015 Unknown
Adele
our ink doesn't lie
the feelings will never die
stories will be told
since we are all bold
our life flows
until a heart grows

and when it dies,
there will be no secret carved in our graves

a poet with box of treasures will forever remain.
 Jun 2015 Unknown
Adele
Untitled
 Jun 2015 Unknown
Adele
Peter Pan said, "Don't grow up. It's a trap."

I say, "Don't fall in love. It's a crap."
 Jun 2015 Unknown
Styles
When she broke my heart;
          I  swept up the shattered pieces,
            And buried them in the past;
            Hiding them from future
            And my present;
            broken shards of glass --
            sharp points, reflecting pain
            Leaving long lasting scars,
            that we can never outlast.
 Jun 2015 Unknown
Kiarra Dean
I thrive
on definite things.
facts
things that cannot change.
when one of those "facts"
are no longer true
I question myself
and go through a spiral
down, down
down the rabbit hole of depression
self loathing
anger

fear.

do i choose path one?
or two?
or just stay here
on my crumbling
sense of a
"foundation"?
Confusing times about sexuality bring me poems. odd.
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