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Taking in the knowledge of what holds you down is not meant to be perceived as what is simply wrong with you. The point is correcting what hinders you. To that you have to face the wrong. It's realizing that will help us find the light. We can not deny the issues and hope one morning we will wake to clarity. You must face these things with strength, in return, receiving more strength once you reach the end of your journey.

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
There is much to claim as well inside of you but the point is not to change the good but to change the bad. You have to remember the bigger picture.
 Aug 2014 Michael
Frederik B
I'd rather live in my dream, than facing your reality

*(f.b)
It's more of a quote than a poem.. First and last time I'll be doing this in english.
When our cup of misery is full
God takes out a spoonful.

But alas too soon
Devil adds one spoon!
 Aug 2014 Michael
CE Thompson
each string is a dimension
and he's traversing them
fourth, fifth, ninth;
symphonies of light and color
with mathematical precision
that astronauts would envy
but he didn't sign up for space travel
and to touch the earth again would be like
being born a prodigy of mud and sky
you can see it on his face, flashing,
like the shooting stars his fingers so desperately pattern out
across the red wood, the color of home
so from dust he must try to create
a galaxy, when no man is a god
essentially, what i gathered from Beethoven's Ninth Symphony
 Aug 2014 Michael
Jack
~

If my love were rain,
would you carry an umbrella?
 Aug 2014 Michael
Adam Johnson
I'm planning to change the world.
Not all at once,
But boy by boy and girl by girl.
Touch each heart and move each soul.
One by one.
I'll change the world.
 Aug 2014 Michael
Seán Mac Falls
A leaf, delicate and torn,
Wafts in the caul of autumn
Like a whisper in a blooming
Crowd and only the smoking
Sun knows the ***** of dreams.
Where in the whirled is wisdom,
As a breath so fairly as the fallen
Wakes without wake nor wonder?
Where in the fork of fawn, innocent
Fold, the gentle does, of the burning
Forest, is silence mute?  Where is a light,
In that hold, what rising colour is buried in
The frozen gleam of the golden and forgotten
Seam and swoon of sweet ephemeral summer?
 Aug 2014 Michael
cr
ghost wishes
 Aug 2014 Michael
cr
when i grow up, i'd
like to be a ghost
i'm already invisible
to everyone
so i think i'm
halfway there
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