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Hi, I am a normal person,
My name is Adam Bell.
I am 17 years old
I believe in a heaven and hell.

I have beliefs in New Age spirituality.
I try to forgive and love all,
even those who hurt me
whether the amount is big or small.

I hope that you read this,
of course, I hope you read all of my work.
But, I'd rather you'd just take in my words,
even if they have a slight quirk.

I want to make is simple,
I want to make it clear,
this is no poem,
This is a message that you can choose to read or hear.
I am the night
I am cold and dark
I smother all I see and hear
you are my prey and I am a shark.

I am the moon
a bringer of trances
an absolute boulder of might
I ponder your chances.

I am the stars
seemingly small and bright
I am plentiful and always here
in the darkness we are both separate
and tight.

I am the land
solid and hard I am
I am the world
you are destroying me
your reason I demand.
I am the day
I am warm and bright
I love all I see and hear
always strive away from a fight.

I am the sun
a giver of light
an absolute ball of brilliance
I see all in my sight.

I am the sky
smooth and blue
I am big and vast
but I am always here for you

I am the water
clear and light I am
I cover the world
you are my child
I am your mam.
Mam- Northern word for mother
Hands touch,
lips are dry,
our bodies touch,
warm and smooth
like satin on skin.

Faces glowing,
cheeks are red,
hearts beat as one
a harmony of one another.

Our eyes meet
adrenaline pumps through our veins.
Stroking the skin
feeling small flips in my stomach
electric impulses pulse through our bodies.

We kiss,
the moment is magic.
The world stops for us
but we don't notice
our minds are focused.

Remember, how we met?
You used to be my best friend,
but this is better, this is bliss.
With feelings like this,
our love for each other will never end
He wipes the moisture from his brow
The colour of a tomato fills his face,
as soon as we heard "GO!" he was gone,
doesn't he know that slow and steady win the race?

I don't run, I just walk slowly
I see my mother in the crowd, telling me to hurry.
Hasn't she realized that I am the Tortoise
and he is the hare.

I know I am right,
it said so in a book
we are racing around a circle
I see him and give a smug look.

For I am clever,
and he is nearing the finish line now.
haha how foolish!
He should've walked like I am,
now he'll have to rest his head in shame,
and just allow me to win this.

For he is the Hare,
but I am the tortoise.
And even the famous book says
"Slow and steady wins the race".
One day I will die, as is what happens with all.
   But I'm no longer scared. I won't be forever gone.
       Just like the Phoenix, I will come back, reborn onto this world.
A poem is sacred.
A poem is life.
Each word is a paragraph
Each paragraph, A story.
A full stop is the end of the sentence,
not the poem.
The poem will go on
in the artist's mind.

But there is only so many stories you can tell with only a couple of words.
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