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sunprincess Dec 2017
Everyone thought where goeth
those three wise men
following a Christmas star,
Perhaps going to see a friend
They all surmised

Little did they know those three wise men
were going to visit a new born king
and gift him, lovely gifts
Gold, frankincense, and myrrh
gifts befitting a king of kings


And the special Christmas star
was leading the way, directing their path
shining ever brightly on a velvet blue sky
And twinkling in their eye
larissa Dec 2017
the only hands
that are worth
holding this heart
are my own
Lex Dec 2017
"You know that's the funny thing about decisions,
you never seem to have to talk yourself into the right ones."
-Frank Reagan
Tell me what you see
When you look into my eyes
Do you see who I could be?
Or do you realize
It´s difficult to dream
And make it come to life
Tell me what you see
When you look into my eyes

Tell me what you say
When you listen to the wind
For a moment everything's okay
But there's a terrible storm within
Do you sometimes try
To hold it in your hands
But it's like watching the ocean dry
or keeping the waves upon the sand

Tell me what you feel
When you search your fractured soul
Each memory so real
And impossible to control
Do you follow them
Trying to win the race
Then relive your life again
And see they fall like pieces into place

Tell me what you see
When you look into my eyes
Do you see who you could be?
Or just someone you despise?
Blue can be beautiful
And the young can be wise
The eyes are the window to the soul
And so this poem came to life

5. Desember 2017
This one came out of the blue and intro my brain.. what do you think?
Sammie Nov 2017
And when you finally let go
All the pain, worry and never ending sorrow
To your nightmares you no longer bow
Instead, you cut them through with the bow and arrow
Smiling happily and feeling the joy
Your heart feels so lighter and free that you can now fly
Look at you learn it so quick oh boy!
There is so much to live for before you die
And so much to learn
before you stop giving a try,
And so much to yearn,
And look for the person who won't leave even when all you do is cry
Who will always be by your side,
And would make your world worth living for,
Even when there is nothing but high tides
And would bring you back safely on the shore
Colm Nov 2017
Descriptive that is you
Intensive that is me
Smithing you could be my steel
And I the bellowing breath beneath
To coax the coal until it bursts
And explodes into this
The burning flame
Because all words of fire are in some way...the same.
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