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 May 2013 Angelique
Micheal Wolf
Pandora has her box
A place to retreat when she must
A hiding place all her own
To think and be alone

Do you have a similar place?
To hide you from the human race
A race, that's funny, no it really is
You couldn't make up a world like this

A world of total extremes
When one man starves another feasts
We flush enough water to send off our waste
To keep a family alive for days

It's evolution that brought us to here
Revolution will take it away
So hide your head if you must
For when you emerge there will be only dust
To those who war
 May 2013 Angelique
Muggle Ginger
I can't fall in love...
I can't even fall asleep.
I'm working on the title. It doesn't seem to fit. Suggestions?
 May 2013 Angelique
Marian
So many of my friends
Are writing poetry tonight
Here on HP
So it must be
Poetry Night

*~Marian~
Haha!!! :P It certainly seems like a Poetry Night!!!!!! ~<3
 May 2013 Angelique
jdmaraccini
Sometimes we think we know what's going on
but truly never knowing.
Sometimes we think we’re holy,
sometimes we think we see everything clearly,
even when we are blind.
Sometimes we fail, sometimes our soul is gone.
Sometimes we suffer severely even when we're not wrong.

Sitting in a world uninvited I see the clouds are coming in.
It's time to take a drink as we embrace the end.
It's hard to find the truth in all the noise,
I'm so tired of the noise.
It’s hard to walk away when madness is all I choose,
I’m breaking down for good this time,
I am breaking down.

When our mind is gone, when what we see is clouded.
When we are slaves to the unknown, what will we search for then?

Always we search for something but nothing is all we hold
I feel the blood boiling into the great unknown
I’m making the same mistakes

I’m staring at your wandering soul
flesh and bone is all I see
But you're no empty shell
you're just like me
Just like me
you think I’m nothing like you
Oh very well

Sometimes we think we know what's really going on
sometimes we’re holy
Sometimes we think we see everything clearly
but truly never knowing

Cry alone
cry alone again
Everybody cries
everybody cry again
© JDMaraccini 2013
Time is the worlds greatest problem solution,
But patience,
Is time's biggest fear
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