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The light that is coming, will twist and then bend.
Shining deep in, starts your slavery to end.

Very bad men, morals colored from snow.
Standing between you and the things you didn't know.

The few are now ready with burdens they carry.
Removal of multitudes, if necessary.

Knowing that truth, is far darker than shown.
Lies will increase, though their chances are blown.

The struggling masses resisting the change.
Trapped in a program that's meant to derange.

A few will slip out, being called from above.
together we'll create, a new world made of love.
Mark Wanless Feb 2024
i know i never
saw many things see few things
small knowledge enough
Jeremy Betts Feb 2024
I sit and think of thoughts of you
Some days a lot, most nights a few
But not of past things we've gone through
Not of things we said we'd get around to
Not of things we always planned to do
Because all that's left are things I wish were not true
Those are the only thoughts I have left of you

2024
Jeremy Betts Jan 2024
Good times are so few and far between
Hardly seen
Never lasting
If I never find another, what do you think that could mean?
Blink and you'll miss 'em
So I remove the eyelids, see, I can listen
And I don't sleep for a reason
I hear that's deaths cousin...
...it's not the weirdest thing to believe in

©2024
Him Feb 2021
I compose these sentences anew, sometimes in timely thought, sometimes in utter urges; yet always they be too few; to express but a mere three words: "I love you."
There is no other feeling that's quite as dear, as to hear one follow up on these three words with your name. In spite of our poetic aims, those three words the human heart claims.
JKirin Dec 2020
I want for few, as you know:
be here with you and the snow.
about being content with what's already there
Nolan Willett Nov 2020
Just one, red rose,
Red lips, cute nose,
A smile, bright eyes,
An hour, time flies,
Dancing, the rain,
Car drive, fast lane,
Forget, the time,
Useless, bad rhymes,
A drink, or two-
No, never that few-
The future, the past,
The outcasts, outlast.
Just like the full moon
To me, you are a boon,
What have I done till now, if it wasn't for you
With the ending month of June,
You approaching as rain first due.
You are amazing, you are one of  those few,
Precious, rebellious, and always new.
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