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Ovi-Odiete Jul 2016
Out of the darkest shell I emerge,
Bringing Out a path once trailed
I Arrive; With a story to tell
From a past once bitter
To a Path Now Fitter

Out of the grave of dreams, I Arrive
Standing on the Rays of boom
From the pains of Mirage,
To the Shadows longed for
I will take my Chances

Out of the loneliest Sea,
I conquered
Beneath the Deepest Clouds
I Fly, I sojourn without feathers
And tell my tales at Heavens Gate
We are often manacled in chains and bottled up like a genie in the bottle and most times the ability to come out of it lies within our reach, but we choose to stay hidden and locked up and so we do not see the light waiting for us to soar, so it could shine upon us.

Ovi OdieteĀ©
Phoebe Hynes Apr 2016
I think harmony is one of those things,
that can only be determined from an internal blueprint.
Concepts emerge,
and this reasoning is extracted,
from beautiful objects and ideas.
Simply,
an idea formed,
and              framed
by                        a
grouping           of
other                ideas.
Mary Holz Sep 2015
emerge from the sea
like a wave making a splash
rising to be strong
SRS Aug 2014
Crash and burn
Not a care given
lost in the wind
Broken by sin
Hurt and scarred
Beyond repair
Ash and dust
All that's left
Failed the test
Darkness and shadows
All in one
Afraid and lost
No more sun
Pain each day
I buried away
Once was sunk
Now has risen
More powerful
Stronger
All I can do is try
Will I win this time?
Or will I die
Older poem, yet always true.

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