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 Dec 2020 Damien
I was too young to consider
that I was turning old
Days disappeared and we slept
Nearly never
I found peace in the night
And loneliness wouldn't dare to touch me
I felt every emotion and I was
Far too comfortable
Until the day when the sun settled
Above the clouds
I could no longer see her
I forced myself to believe in something else
Never been so frightened by
Looking in the mirror
 Dec 2020 Damien
it is like you are only
drifting further away
where are you going, you?
where is this place i am
running to?
 Dec 2020 Damien
pretty girl
 Dec 2020 Damien
pretty girl,
the boys are out to get you
they'll take away your flower
they want what's only yours

pretty girl,
blossom slowly,
stay in your cocoon for now
for summer can only last so long
and soon it will be over
 Sep 2020 Damien
sometimes you just
gotta sit down and write
just grab the apple
and take a bite
just take a leap
into the dark night

if you want to be a poet
you gotta write poems
let the words go
wherever the wind blows em

sometimes your lines will ****
other times blow you away
but stay firm on that writing path
don't be led astray
by laziness and perfectionism
saying you can't do it
don't give in, knock em down
push yourself right through it

let the poem be what it is
let its rhymes ring true
knowing as much
as you're writing the poem
it's also writing you
success comes
through failure
improvement comes
through the grind
go ahead
write bad poems
they'll make you better
in due time
 Sep 2020 Damien
“Social media is taking over our lives,”
she tweeted angrily.
 Jun 2020 Damien
over time
 Jun 2020 Damien
she's a growing sunflower
what will you bring?
fire or water
over time we come across people that either damage us or help us grow.
damage may be the wrong word for some, but you get the idea
 Jun 2020 Damien
Welcome to Hello Poetry
and thanks for following me.
I know it can be tough when you start,
but your poems are always great if they are from the heart.
You'll stay up late awake at night
staring at your computer light
with no thoughts coming to your mind,
ticking your fingers on the keyboard while your teeth grind.
This poem is a thanks
for the times you deal with blanks.
The times you know are tough,
I, too, am familiar with how rough
that feels.
And I swear it never heals,
only goes away temporarily
just to smack you more disparagingly.

So, here's to the poets
who are so fixated on blemishes that they don't even know it.
 Jun 2020 Damien
Qualyxian Quest
No, religion is not true
But it sure is pretty to think so

Yes, I don't know what to do
But I can click a link though

The truth is that we all die
And then we are forgotten

But it's a truth for an indifferent sky
And a truth that's truly rotten

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