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  Mar 2016 m i a
Star Gazer
I fell in love with you
all over again yesterday
  Mar 2016 m i a
Pauline Morris
He reached for the rose, but forgot about the thorns
He reached for the beast, but forgot about the horns
He reached for the future, but forgot about the past
He reached for the journey, but forgot about the quest
He reached for the sun, but forgot about the burn
He reached for the knowledge, but forgot what he'd learned
That light without darkness simply can not exist
Like the possessed without an exorcist
One without the other would have no value
With is you cannot argue
  Mar 2016 m i a
Poetria
Write with what you have,
even if it isn't the best.
Write with all your might,
Create wonders, feel that pride.
Write as is your right,
Let your spirit breathe again.

*Every word written
goes down in history
As a flower blooming
in the fields of poetry.
I delete half of what I create purely out of self-doubt. I'm sure I'm not the only one.
  Mar 2016 m i a
brxken
You are
the only thing
I am
most grateful for...

Even though
your existence
sometimes
could tear
my paper heart.

n.e
  Mar 2016 m i a
Art-Stars
Sometimes thoughts
can't be expressed.
So I'm wondering
how poetry
is full of
human's darkest
thoughts
with meaningless meanings.
I want to be like poetry
and learn what the souls of humanity
are hidding.
m i a Mar 2016
his mind was filled with thunderclouds,
that were holding in sadness and pain,
so he screamed out loud,
and let his words pour out like rain.
my friend holds in his emotions a lot, so i decided to write this in his pov.
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