#emphasis - Hello Poetry

i only write in capital letters for a purpose when my words are silent, i don't speak up capitalization is symbolism for power for cries and outbursts of dreams spread forth and shot down because of the american dream i only write in capital letters WHEN I WANT TO BE HEARD to put forth an emphasis on my actions, to mask true emotions through my powerful speech i want to write your name in capitals just so you know what you mean to me (YOU) (YOU) (YOU) YOU are ENOUGH

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May 11, 2015

May 11, 2015 at 8:14 AM UTC

protecttrans

the story behind my lowercase alphabet

i only write in capital letters for a purpose when my words are silent, i don't speak up capitalization is symbolism for power for cries and outbursts of dreams spread forth and shot down because of the american dream i only write in capital letters WHEN I WANT TO BE HEARD to put forth an emphasis on my actions, to mask true emotions through my powerful speech i want to write your name in capitals just so you know what you mean to me (YOU) (YOU) (YOU) YOU are ENOUGH

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Dear True Love, It seems like forever since I've heard you speak For so long the current of life has kept you out of reach So before I finally close my eyes to sleep I thought I'd share a secret that no one should ever keep Death is a promise and life's a gift Upon each one is placed such Emphasis Like a current pulling us further from the shore We simply long for the way things were before Now here you are, you are next to me, Our pain reflects our broken memory. Since we can fix it all with scissors and glue, Let us rearrange the old and call it brand new. Life is a broken and beautiful gift And each day is either a Hit or Miss But they Say the truest of forms will show The truth in your soul you're just dying to know. Every sunrise and sunset marks a Turning Page Sand passing in an Hourglass as we slowly age. We were given a little time, all I want is a little more; A chance to redefine, and see what I've been waiting for. Death is a cold, blindfolded kiss Once more, there's placed such emphasis, If you listen just right you can hear my Ghost crying, I'm still trying to decide if I'm living or if I'm dying. Oh, My One True Love, Like Clockwork we must all come to an end; I'm so glad I got to call you my best friend. Nothing made me stronger than your fragile heart But lo, the time is coming when we must finally part. I am helpless, like a moth to the flame The darkness is consuming, but I can feel no pain, The last grain of sand passes through my hourglass, And then I'm sleeping, Sleeping At Last 3/31/16

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Mar 31, 2016

Mar 31, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC

JBMoore

Sleeping At Last

Dear True Love, It seems like forever since I've heard you speak For so long the current of life has kept you out of reach So before I finally close my eyes to sleep I thought I'd share a secret that no one should ever keep Death is a promise and life's a gift Upon each one is placed such Emphasis Like a current pulling us further from the shore We simply long for the way things were before Now here you are, you are next to me, Our pain reflects our broken memory. Since we can fix it all with scissors and glue, Let us rearrange the old and call it brand new. Life is a broken and beautiful gift And each day is either a Hit or Miss But they Say the truest of forms will show The truth in your soul you're just dying to know. Every sunrise and sunset marks a Turning Page Sand passing in an Hourglass as we slowly age. We were given a little time, all I want is a little more; A chance to redefine, and see what I've been waiting for. Death is a cold, blindfolded kiss Once more, there's placed such emphasis, If you listen just right you can hear my Ghost crying, I'm still trying to decide if I'm living or if I'm dying. Oh, My One True Love, Like Clockwork we must all come to an end; I'm so glad I got to call you my best friend. Nothing made me stronger than your fragile heart But lo, the time is coming when we must finally part. I am helpless, like a moth to the flame The darkness is consuming, but I can feel no pain, The last grain of sand passes through my hourglass, And then I'm sleeping, Sleeping At Last 3/31/16

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To be bold as love Is not to fear the alone As the italic Does not tend to bend so much As the mind itself does mold

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Dec 31, 2016

Dec 31, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC