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 Mar 23 Christopher
nivek
unhibited stardust
speaking freely
before the end.
Death is easy

Death is every day

Choosing not to be it

That's what makes us strong
 Mar 23 Christopher
nivek
sour heart, sour words
bland, unsalted
without enlivening love.
 Mar 23 Christopher
ymmiJ
1984
 Mar 23 Christopher
ymmiJ
their is no freedom
just illusions in the mind
which they now control
 Mar 23 Christopher
nivek
a chosen road
sudden confirmation!

the silent hand
a guiding heart.
i find it a sickness
as well as a curse
this ranting in rhyme
complaining in verse
that spills from my mind
for better or worse
takes up my time
will i ever learn
how to shut it off
this beating on brain
stuck on repeat
lost in the refrain
never that deep
still questions remain
hey, don't look at me
the world is to blame
What does the poetess say?

She recites about the world and its affairs,
Like a tragic yet lovely éclair.
She stood up with a voice to curtail the noise.
She spoke of the revelation of the unsaid and what lies wrapped,
To tell the world about its gaps.
To infuse the world with words of sense,
Whimsical treasures, and stories of might.
She stood upon a podium with a book and a pen,
Like a knight, declaring her might.
Like a knight, declaring her heart and its insight.
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