Poet B: Poems

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Poet B 3d

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Wishing for something

in life is not effective.

You must work instead.

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Poet B Sep 15

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Cool air washed over,

as I went in-

a place never meant to see the light.

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Poet B Sep 17

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Yesterday, I was asked, "Are you depressed?"

I responded, no, with a laugh.

As I saw a flash of concern,

I paused.

I asked, Are you serious?

And they said, "Yes."

This actually happened. So, yeah.

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Poet B 3d

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If you shoot for the stars,

and miss,

you won't land on the moon,

you'll fly to the abyss.

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Poet B Sep 15

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Hold my hand-
I don't want to be alone.

Hold my heart-
I don't want to be alone.

Hold me-
I don't want to be alone.

I can't be alone, but I can't grab a hold-

please, don't leave me alone.

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Poet B 5d

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Rip my sanity,

it was melted from the truths,

that made me spiral.

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Poet B 3d

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Rage is a feeling,

just like sadness is as well.

You just need support.

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Poet B Sep 11

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Murdered by love I was told,

another girl broken by a tale long grown old.

To be so naive is a sad thing in its own,

though I was once on that very throne.

Now I watch with pity,

as those girls think they're too pretty.

But no one will go easy,

and they'll be seen as ******.

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Poet B 3d

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Twisted lilies in the steaming lagoon,

wrapping around willows that are covered in dew.

Shining bark, damp from the stew,

that covers it's roots from anything's view.

Frogs croak in the morning light,

the buzz of flies no one's delight.

Storks rest on the limbs,

the willow there longer than the oldest hymns.

A quiet morning past the cities brims.

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Poet B 3d

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If you are poison,

I'll gladly die if I can

get a taste of you.

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Poet B 2d

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Looking in the glass,

I see myself staring back,

our eyes are unsure.

A flash of something,

it looked like pity,

crossed inside of them.

My features shifted,

tears dripping leaving thin lines,

mascara smearing.

"Pathic I am."

The blank reflection agrees,

shifting to my thoughts.

More 575.

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Poet B 1d

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Laying down my heavy head,

closing my wary eyes for a short time,

waiting for the sun to come, but

I always seem to rest where the sun don't rise.

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Poet B 4d

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Leave me upside-down,

like a hog hunted hotly,

am I just a prize?

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Poet B Sep 9

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Flowers danced in the silence-
brushing on my hands,
tickling me through my tears.

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Poet B 2d

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Early light is bright,

the midnight moon is as well,

both beautiful still.

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Poet B 2d

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Dwell in my blank mind-

a thought filling up the space,

leaving me unfocused.

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Poet B Sep 17

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Down the street in town,

a little girl walks around,

her parents not there.

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Poet B 2d

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I write mindlessly,

my words flowing with no thought,

am I just a bot?

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Poet B 5d

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I am a pencil.

Needed until I am overused,

and then I am tossed aside.

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Poet B 3d

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I
wish somethings were different
     Don't
get me wrong, but,
     Like
somethings could change,
     This.
would then be so much easier.

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Poet B Sep 17

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When I die one day,

I'll be remembered for years,

then one day I won't.

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Poet B 3d

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Sunflowers in fields,

an undulating, bright sea,

which is where she lay.

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Poet B 3d

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Oh, river dweller,

what do you think of the fiends

that poisoned you so?

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Poet B Sep 9

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I feel that languages are a barrier that prevents people from communicating...

Ich bin der Meinung, dass Sprachen eine Barriere darstellen, die die Kommunikation zwischen Menschen verhindert.

Я считаю, что языки являются барьером, мешающим людям общаться.

Penso che le lingue siano una barriera che impedisce alle persone di comunicare.

Siento que los idiomas son una barrera que impide a las personas comunicarse.

Tell me to add a language, and I will.

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Poet B 3d

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Eyes are a window

for our brain to see out of

and process the world.

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Poet B 3d

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Sadness is a pain,

but it is also the key

to have empathy.

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Poet B 4d

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I can't change myself,

even if I wanted to,

which I guess is a sad shame.

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Poet B Sep 15

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I made fire catch-

the sparks burning those near me,

charring my whole world.

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Poet B 2d

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Eyes sockets empty,

old skin long rotted away,

leaving a cold husk.

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Poet B 2d

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Shimmering sunlight,

peaking above the hillside,

will you be out soon?

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Poet B 2d

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Invisible ghosts,

watching the living closely,

wanting to come back.

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Poet B 2d

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I put glitter on,

just some shiny eyeshadow,

but I like the look.

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Poet B 2d

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Songbird, sing your tune,

lighten the veil,

stay until the appearance of moon,

we will tell your tale.

In the morn, when you come back,

sing your song,

I doubt you'll lack,

and the day will stay long.

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Poet B 4d

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I wished I could care,

but now I wish to forget,

and move on past them.

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Poet B 3d

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Amber necklaces

sitting on a fair collar,

the jewel of her soul.

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Poet B Sep 15

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Enlighten the world,

tell them the cause of struggle,

Wait, your unable.

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Poet B 3d

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Soldiers sitting on the dunes

of my sea, hear my tunes.

A siren’s call none can resist,

pulling men to my deep abyss.

Come see what lies within this tomb;

you all will fall,

far too soon.

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Poet B Sep 11

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"I'm craving a pinnapple,"

she said to her dead phone.

Her voice trembled as she glanced

over to the man watching her from the corner.

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Poet B 5d

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In my defense,

I don't care about

homework

or my grades.

Not because I just don't,

no,

it's from the fact

that it doesn't matter.

When I'm older an employer

won't look at an english assignment,

but they will my college

and my achievements.

I am told to waste time,

time that will fly by,

and do work I already know.

Why waste my time,

reviewing something I can do in my head?

I can memorize the notes,

read all the lines,

but still they want me

to waste MY time.

#crashout

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Poet B Sep 15

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Roses have thorns,

but their beauty makes them wanted.

If a person wants them to be unable to harm,

they cut off the roses thorns-

leaving them defenseless.

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Poet B Sep 11

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I sit, waiting for my moment.

Though that moment won't come if I just sit.

When will I have the courage to stand?

To do something with the limited time I have,

the never-ending timer counting down.

Why won't I stand even with the reminder my time won't be back?

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Poet B 3d

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Tear my sorrow from

my chest, that pain is much more

preferred in the end.

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Poet B Sep 11

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Twisted terrors,
in my heart.

Catacombs,
in my soul.

I am a structure,
people don't explore.

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Poet B 3d

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Raven sitting on my roof-

why do you wait with such aloof?

Won't you crow your haunting call,

or will you sit silent as I pall?

Dear Raven way up high,

won't you fly?

Certainly my roof is not as nice,

as a tree with few mice?

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Poet B Sep 11

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Leave me to rest on my tower of lies.

Laying in regret, while you go on by.

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Poet B 3d

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Mockingjay, sweet Mockingjay,

where will you go today?

Will it be the heavens-

or will it be the hells?

Mockingjay, oh Mockingjay,

what will you say?

Will you laugh with those above,

or laugh at the ones below?

Mockingjay, dear Mockingjay,

when will you stay?

Will it be when your wings start to fray,

or when you grow out of play?

Please tell me, my Mockingjay.

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Poet B Sep 7

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Tis a cold day, to go out for a stroll-
Mothers and Fathers keep children in hold.
Horse hooves clatter on the stones,
their breaths frosted white as the snows.

Tis a cold night, to stay out in the dark-
Newsgirls and Boys wish for a spark.
Hands hold another to stay warm,
their bodies shivering through the storm.

Tis a cold time, to the place called home-
Everyone disliked the frosted stound.
Howls of wind and snow go round,
their presents unwanted all around.

I honestly didn't know what to do for the last part, and I think this had a lot more potential than what I made with it...

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Poet B 2d

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Hold me in light lies,

hurt me with harsh honesty,

I'll trust you both ways.

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Poet B Sep 10

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A lie turned to four,
stories made to hide more.

Turning friendships into dust,
causing breakups over mistrust.

Lying causes momentary rest,
but after all it is not best.

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Poet B 3d

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Blood mares a hero the same as a villain,

the crimson doesn't pick and choose,

anyone can choke in it's noose.