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you
teach
me
how
to
love
and
be
patient
with
me
while
I
learn?
 Apr 2016 The Bard
WiltingMoon
Words are as harmful as blades and pills...
She
hates
her
freckles
as
passionately
as
I
adore
them
if only I were her mirror
to reflect their shine clearer
for albeit they are mere scars
in her eyes,in mine they are stars
 Sep 2015 The Bard
IAUSHYJ
Original English version see http://hellopoetry.com/poem/942159/dragon/*

Dovah

Gliding asamit ven,
Mirodah lovaas do kein.
su'um Dovah.
Coming wah feymah wah jusktii!

Viing do yolus hellsong,
Drun kun wah himdah.
Vrii ahrk hil adamant.
Wah oblaan lein do jul.

Unon do dovah,
Bo overhead.
Wraiths do volok.

Taazokaan los ko rut,
tiid ru maltiid.
Alduin los coming.
Wah oblaan lein do jul...
 Mar 2015 The Bard
The Bard
Some people say they can control it.
They say or the show that they only get a little hyper, a bit impulsive.
If only I were so lucky.
My mind ever drifting on a cloud of noises, movements, sights and sounds.
Everything around me s captured in my ears and eyes but there is so much that it's overwhelming.
My focus is like a dead branch against the stormy winds of summer.
It only takes a mild gust to send me bounding down.
I'm drowning In a sea of sounds,sights, and smells.
Some say that it's great I notice so much but I can't help feeling what I should notice, what I need to see, eludes me constantly.
Maybe I feel this way because I am waiting for that one moment, that single moment, that will fix a problem in my life which I feel is holding me back.
I'm not scared of not noticing something important because I probably have.
I just didn't notice that it was important.
 Mar 2015 The Bard
always anxious
you know one of those days
where everything you do seems to be wrong.
where people bug you.
even more than usual.
one of those days
where your favorite candy, is right next to you
but you don't even feel like taking one bite
where you want to do everything
but don't even have the courage to write a good poem?
and you just end up writing something like this.. i hate those days.

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