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When going though
old photographs
you will
come across someone that
you used to love
You can't help but
look into their
big brown eyes
and fall in love
all over again.
If only for a moment
you will  remember how they once
made you feel.
The moon is sitting
hauntingly beautiful
on her window
lovely wisps of pink scattered sky
glancing at her behind the trees
she imagines your hands
on her night skin
and she wants to write poetry
on your palm
she wants to write anything
about the oceans and the stars
and she wants it all
to mean something.

And tonight
she misses you so bad.
Time waits for no one.

Every day,
Every hour,
Every minute,
Every second
I get wiser.

Every day,
Every hour,
Every minute,
Every second
I get older.

Every day,
Every hour,
Every minute,
Every second
I get slightly closer to death.

Closer to peace,
Closer to serenity,
Closer to heaven.
"But I don't want to die." said a tiny young girl, tearfully.

"You don’t die, not really,
There's another life afterwards, a better life,
Just waiting for you.
You'll be able to see Nanny again,
When you're up in heaven." replied her Mother at once, comforting her.

How do you escape death?
Truth is, you can't.
It's the only guarantee of life,
The only certainty.

Humans try to conquer their fear of death
By painting wonderful mental pictures,
Creating a mirage of white lies,
Of reassurance.
Convincing themselves that there's a better life.
Dreaming of heaven;
Clear blue skies,
Songbirds chirping harmoniously
From dawn until dusk,
Rewards for good behaviour,
for those deemed obedient enough.
But realistic?
I'll leave that for you to decide.

Heaven symbolises the escape from the fear of dying.
An attempt to comfort,
To put minds at rest.
Created to make people feel less frightened, and
followed by those scared of death,
scared of the unknown.
I don't mean to intentionally offend religious people in any way through this poem, I'm just expressing my personal opinions about this topic.
Words can evoke many emotions.

Words can be like little paper hearts;
messengers of love and happiness,
if shot from Cupid's bow
carefully and aimed
at the right person.

Words can be like bandages;
able to heal wounds,
to make amends and
to fix someone,
to make them better again.

Words can be like knives;
sharp and strong,
they can hurt you,
slash straight through you,
they can cause pain.

Words can be like echoes;
all those thoughts
that you don't want to remember
can be heard, repeated in your head
over and over and over again.

Words are capable of both inflicting pain
and remedying it.
**Words are powerful.
people should remember how strongly their words can affect others sometimes.
If you've never felt the piercing cold of winter,
How would you know the pleasant warmth of a summer's day?
If you do not know of sorrow,
How do you know what is joy?
If you are yet to experience unfathomable failure,
How can you revel in success?
If you have not suffered,
You will not appreciate happiness.

If you've never felt weakness or vulnerability,
How would you know of strength and compassion?
If you do not know of oppression,
How do you know what is freedom?
If you are yet to experience paralysing fear,
How can you be courageous?
If you have not been through heartbreak,
You will not appreciate the beauty of true love.
True love is love that is always returned.

To value the good,
You must first encounter the bad.
I am bored
of routine,
of familiarity,
and of repetition.
I just exist,
I am unimportant,
but really, we all are.

Who created us?
What do we live for?
Why are we here?

Top of the food chain,
the most advanced product of evolution,
more intelligent than all other creatures
and yet we barely understand our own kind.
I don't even fully understand myself.

Humans are ignorant.
We are just the inmates, eternally confined
and restricted to the spherical dome-shaped prison that is planet Earth.
There is no way to escape.
We are trapped.
a bit pessimistic but I wasn't in the best mood when I wrote this poem so meh
Night time
Is the worst time of day.

It's not the darkness,
Not the shadows,
Nor the scary noises.
But I dislike the echoes
Of all my negative thoughts,
My doubts, my worries
And my fears
That keep me awake.
It's impossible to sleep;
Repetitive in my mind
They grow louder and louder,
Piercing the silence,
Haunting the night.
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