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Julian Mullins Jul 2010
A dark river flows like liquid night,
Though it’s slick with shadowed fright.
I fail to flee from its grave hold,
For darkness is my calming light.

The winds of sorrow wind past me,
Going by that river free.
I know not else what life could tell,
For cold flowing water is all I see.

The darkness binds me to its bay,
By the beach of its withered way.
I glimpse a whitish wave of light,
Beaming through the bleary day

It's too bright and clear, it makes me cry,
Streaming in to sting my eye.
I dive down deep into the depths,
To avoid the light though I don't know why.
I'm going to let you think about what this poem means. There's no right or wrong answer, just think about how it makes you feel.
Julian Mullins Jul 2010
I look around at the world today,
And I find that there is much decay.
I see many people on the streets,
They deserve a home, and something to eat.
I notice people, angry and mad,
Who only need love, so they can feel glad.
There is hate and fear and lots of war,
And I just can’t take it anymore.

I look around at the world today,
And I find that there is much decay.
Wait! There’s something wrong with that line,
Something that just doesn’t seem fine.
After all there is much good in the world,
When I thought of that, it all unfurled.
I opened up to a world of love,
Where good things don’t have to come from above.

I look around at the world today,
And I find that there is much to say.
I have friends and family to help me through,
And I can find love when things are askew.
When people are in need, some will intervene,
To get them out of their rough ravine.
So now I know that the world today,
Is full of love, and full of play.
This poem is about thinking positively, and not dwelling on the bad things in life. There is lots of good causes and feelings in the world, you just have to look for them.
Julian Mullins Jul 2010
I look out the window at my green backyard,
With thriving plants and blossoming flower.
I'm thankful that it hasn't been scarred,
By billowing fumes, and machines with power.
What has nature done to us,
To make us destroy it with rabid lust?

Birds sing cheerily in the branch of a tree,
I sit and watch with eager eye.
Til all at once they fly up free,
Into the air with a whistling cry.
And stark against the background blue,
A sickening streak of blackish hue.

The world today has lost so much,
What more is gonna have to die?
We humans are so out of touch,
Yet I'm never going to say goodbye.
Nature helps us everyday,
To help it back is the smartest way.
Just what the poem said...
Julian Mullins Jul 2010
I feel the soft white pillow.
The warmth and comfort,
The joy it brings.

Blissfully I close my heavy eyes.
Worn from a day of observing,
Of seeing the world without.

I drift into a different realm.
A realm of soft colors,
And untold beauty.

The inner world flows about me.
It speaks in jumbled scenes,
Containing great meaning.

I revel  in its embrace.
I dance in its symbolism,
And peace abounds.

Eventually I awaken.
My rested eyes flutter open,
A new day awaits.
This poem is about how dreams contain great information and secrets. Even though I didn't describe nightmares; I think that those too, although scary, have a lot of significance.
Julian Mullins Jul 2010
The sun had shone on another face,
Myself lay dreary under cloud.
All joy had left without a trace,
Deep bitterness to come enshroud.
It came like a flash, a bolt of light,
To leave me weeping in the night.

I felt the pain, the sense of loss,
Empower me and hunger for more.
It let me struggle to get across,
The raging storm and empty shore.
Myself was lost, I could not go,
I let it hail, I let it snow.

There I was, a broken soul,
Left to weep the tears of sadness.
Without my love I wasn't whole,
There was no hope, only the madness.
When all at once I saw the light,
Come streaming through the clouds so bright.

A cry of joy escaped my lip,
As I raced forward through the dark.
I reached a hand, held the light in my grip,
I felt the love, I felt it spark.
Then I was ****** from the blackest night,
Out of the darkness and into the light
This poem is about finding hope even when the world around you seems to be tumbling down. As long as you have faith in yourself, you can accomplish anything.

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