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2.0k · Aug 2010
Two faced fealings
Demitrius Aug 2010
In the morning the gardener waters the plants
When he is done he says hi to the roses and tulips
And at that moment he has perpose
Always will he be there for these plants.

Before the gardener watered
The gardener cried and of that was his soul watered
Now he can look the tulips in the eye
And smile with the roses.

In the end the plants were always there for the gardener
And when he was sad and cried
The plants are glad to take his tears
And to be there for the gardener is what the plants do.

You give me purpose
I will be there for you even when you cry
For you have taken my tears away gently and lovingly
Anyway I can be there for you ill be glad to be.
1.0k · Aug 2010
Parallels of Realism
Demitrius Aug 2010
To live in a world
Is to live parallel,
With what people see.

To simply live
Is to live boundless,
Becoming of what the people will soon see.

To be content
Is to be bored,
With the rules you have set.

To be happy
Is to be satisfied,
Even before you have to set rules.

To not except the similarities of life
Is the same as not being able to see,
If one cannot see these views
One has no vision to see with.
893 · Aug 2010
Epicness everyday
Demitrius Aug 2010
Epic storys told every day
I can never speak my mind.
The grip I have on reality
Indeed its quite unrealistic.

To always know the current
Hurts like neddles poured into a current.
My thoughts are congruent with bullets
Before and after shots fired. This is my fire.

I live with my own spirits
I have jedi mind tricks.
I kick it with my mind all the time
We drink soda and walk the streets at night.

But the mind is not to be wasted, not mine
705 · Aug 2010
The unseen
Demitrius Aug 2010
Every crystal
So soft, unflawed
Like water you can hold

But I dare not touch it
For there tears
Tears of those who never made it
Who were dumped in the ocean
Who didnt know there mom and dad
Who never knew how to dream
So I dont touch
I give them peace thats well deserved.
410 · Aug 2010
This one poem
Demitrius Aug 2010
When I hug you
I cant explain how I feel
Nor can I
When I see your eyes.

I think you care about me
Because it does feel that way
Especialy when we help each other
Thru hard or sad moments.

I think its real
The way you help me not cry
So i give it all back
And i'll hold your hand
For every step
And occasionally
I will give you chocolates
Just to say I love you.

— The End —