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  Apr 2017 Adele
Sjr1000
"Peace!"
Cried,
The diversity of humanity
to
Their true
gods.
Adele Apr 2017
tic tac toe
three exes on a row
Humanity, War, Destruction
ready to win for a show
Rock, Paper, Scissors
watch how nuclears and missiles
lift everything from the ground,
like a wrestler ready to break every round
Peek-a-boo! I see you.
On a small box and papers
they announced the list of winners.
Tic Tac Toe, I see no O's.
The 'opponents' are winning
Their 'outrage',turning the world upside down.
It's sad to say, the game...
is **'over.'
Adele Mar 2017
It all started in the town Warwickshire,
within Stratford-upon-Avon
a magician invented a spell
a thaumaturgy from Ovid's
magnum opus and Holinshed Chronicles
that whispered an image
of kings and battles
which turned into a game of bewitchment!

Hail the Globe Theatre
where the throng gathered
and witness the sorcery
ensorcelled by the conjurer
though spell cast into ashes
and turn dreams
into a nightmare

Yet, 'Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.'
The summary of master Shakespeare's life. The last quoted line is from 'The Tempest', his last solo masterpiece.
  Mar 2017 Adele
Pax
My life is an unfinished artwork
It needs a retouch on how it should be.
Sometimes what i badly need is a fresh start...
Adele Mar 2017
they asked...
"why do you write most when you're sad?"

it took me awhile to think.
but didn't answer.

I just started writing
then realized,
because no one will understand
if I tell them they would laugh

if i tell them of what I really feel,
the dreams and hopes, or of what person I've always wanted to be

they wouldn't understand
some would think it's nonsense and some will try to listen but it won't any make sense

because we are all in our own.

everyone are busy saving their own lives

and happy poems?

it's hard for me to take time and jot the fleeting feelings of how the flowers bloom in spring and how summer gives me the time to contemplate on an infinite waves

I just want to feel the moment, for myself.

Then I would feel better.

just like writing sad poems,

it would make me feel better.
Adele Mar 2017
|if i never found poetry
i wouldn't see myself surviving
in the middle of this chaos |
Adele Mar 2017
dreams are shattered
pieces lying on the ground
yesterday's hope, gone in a blink
waiting for tomorrow
same old thing
nothing's happening,
and the clock's ticking
the dance of life
and the song of happiness
turned into a trickling sand
standing in the edge of defeat,
looking down in an abyss

...ready to embrace the fall.
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