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hate spawns violence
violence begets more hate
round and round we go
UA May 20
Incognito was my game,
until no one could remember my name.

Drama free all of the time,
until lacking attention became a crime.

Crushing on a star in my eyes,
until it came and broke my skies.

Wishing everything was well,
but left alone in a forgotten hell.

Shedding petals pretty in color,
defined in their detail,
make art as they hover..

No tie to each other,
although they're connected,
one moves, all move,
cause they all get affected.

A part of the tree living life as a family.

But some fall and go shedding the tree,
what a tragedy.
To time cometh their woe and to woe comes great wisdom.

Some petals great,
others harsh,
but all are a part of the kingdom.

I held on to the foreshadowed results of a life without fun,
but all it took to change my mind was the warm light kiss that came from the sun.

Sometimes I focus on perpetually inevitable doom,
but often the time that's stolen by the trees,
petals,
and life around me that may bloom.

So if my woes are petals,
then so are my joys,
which some may shift and change,
and sometimes appear coy.

Because life is a place plentiful of joys and woes,
know,
like petals,
what comes will and eventually goes.
sunlight peeks through the curtains
stealing me from slumber.
my eyes open
dazed by the rays of a new day.
his body beside mine
near though oceans apart.
we swim away from the sun
through treacherous waters back to dawn.
dawn
where we are everything and anything except still.
still is the morning,
our rapid current at rest
pause
my mind slips away
thoughts of a perpetual dawn
where the morning never comes.
lovelywildflower Dec 2018
it *****, doesn't it? feeling like you're not good enough, no matter how are you try.
lovelywildflower Dec 2018
i've spent my whole life making other people happy when all they did was leave.
Mystic Ink Plus Oct 2018
If One can dance
With the beats of
Their own heart

Never have to fear
When to stop
Genre: Inspirational Abstract
Theme: Way To Live Fearlessly
RH Fists Jul 2018
with the opportunity to fly,
heaven-bound with relentless cadence,
over unbound oceans of endless thought,
i still prefer to glance ashore from a shore,
Standing still with normative idealism,
bound to false securities of pragmatism,
and perpetually doomed to drown,
if ever setting foot in water.
It is in the righteous man's destiny to decided whether he is to become the sheep or the shepherd. How he kindles his ideas will determine his fate.
an incorrigible
boor now
delight in
noir till
she goes
down a
hoax if
I make
jokes still
let her
sit behind
the kind  
that modern
love might
catch her
in such
a smear
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