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G Valentine Mar 2017
"Who am I?" You ask.

I am the wind blown through the trees on a bitterly cold evening.

I am the shadow in the corner of the room, catching your eye for only a second.

I am the deja vu idea of something you feel like you're always forgetting.

I am nothingness yet I still appear before you.

Am I just your mind playing tricks, in an endless game of reality?

Or am I the myth of something not quite real, living in the limbo of life and death?
My first poem with out any attempt at rhyming. Any feedback is awesome!! Thanks!
G Valentine Mar 2017
Let's play pretend, and be someone else for a day.
Well run through halls, while our thoughts fly away.

Lets play pretend while we still believe it is true.
While the fake princess's are many, the real ones are few.

Lets play pretend, and at least try to believe.
That our imagination is real, and happiness is something we can achieve.

Pretending is easy because its something inside,
Pretend is easy if only we felt alive.
This is the first time I've play with repetition, and sort of a constant rhyming flow. Any feedback would be awesome!
G Valentine Mar 2017
I'm drunk on an ideal.
I'm drunk on a wish.

I thought we'd have forever but maybe I'm mistaken.
I thought we'd have forever but my heart you have taken.

Away from this world and our crazy ideals.
Maybe one day we'll be together and it might even feel real.
G Valentine Mar 2017
Quick, while I can still think.
Please some one help me?

I think I need a drink.

My knuckles are bleeding,
My anger receading,

I wake up in a sweat,
my room is a mess.

What have I done?
There's too many regrets.
Some call it bi-polar
I prefer manic-depression
It fits us better with adequate expression
We live our life in swooping loops
We strive at our peak then it droops
And the doleful drudge is destitute
Until all progress stops and stoops
To a halt, face down in mud and roots

And then we rise
Called back to life by a guiding light held deep inside
Sorely self-aware, we work until we burst
Droll desperation, at our best when at our worst
"Wow you got your **** together you lost and soulless ruffian."
Then we hit our peak and it all starts back up again
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