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pilgrims Jul 2019
I am more a warrior than a man.
I chose the pen. I did not choose the hand.
An intention is freedom.
My will will be my leader,
ultimately undefeated:
surrender.
Masked Voice Jul 2019
Love is something we have
no luxury in giving or taking.
All we can do is surrender to it.
Love is too luxurious to any human, I guess.
If you give yourself completely,
If you surrender everything,
Remember a lot of things can change.

At first, it will feel great-- knowing that your loved one is taking control of you.
But as time passes,
This dark void will start to consume you.
It will swallow you whole,
Not giving you a chance to fight.

So before you give yourself,
Make sure you're willing to be empty.
I feel nothing anymore. I'm always confused.
Death can bite my shiny metal...
It can fall off my thoughts like a petal
And let go of my family tree.

O' please, let my loved ones be,
And the sea of darkness set free
So that i can sleep in peace

And wake with all my pieces.
This life is but a simple lease,
time that I'd like to extend

Push away the invevitable end
That dooms us all to bend
To our knees  and weep.
O' let me never sleep
William de klerk Jun 2019
his smile became an imitation
of what it once was.
Distorted into a framed display
to serve as his shield.
With his hooded facade he leans his back against the wall
for fear of what others would say behind it
as Resent festers in his heart
like a Sickness Slowly Seeping
into his Somber soul.

Yet, it has always been her alluring smile
that eased his heavy heart.
It has always been the softness of her voice
and her delicate touch
that broke down the barricades built out of fear.
Soon he to took on a softness that revived
a glimmer of
a smile that once was.

As His heart began to heal she showed Him
a place of Love.
No longer alone amidst a mass of "friends"
resentment replaced with Surrender
,sickness shifted to Strength.
While a somber soul starts to smile
with a Joy greater than it's ever known

M.O.I
This is a story of how I was alone in the world and how I was lead to a better place that remained long after the people I had lost, who had brought me there.
Io Jun 2019
You watch the world go by, content
You need not change a thing

Warm, yet distant from the heat
Watching, unaffected and not affecting, you smile
You could watch the world burn and the heat wouldn’t touch you
You’ve already faded, you’re jaded, scars lost long ago

You’re an Orange Outsider
Insusceptible, unimpressionable
You’ve surrendered, yet you continue on
Looking on
Watching waves crash
With a worn smile
and dulled Orange eyes
Curly hair
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