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ThePoet Apr 2016
Rushing ecstasy
Intensive flow
Rising high
Crashing low
Raging apathy
Falling apart
Chaotic outbreak
Back to the start

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ThePoet Mar 2016
Who are we to say
that a love is not to be?
That a love does not belong
and can never be set free?

Who are we to think
that a kind is not our people?
That a kind is far beneath us
and will never be as equal?

Who are we to feel
that a face can look unusual?
That a face must be a canvas
and be painted to be beautiful?

Who are we to judge?
To say love is prohibited?
To think below of others?  
To feel minds can be limited?

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ThePoet Mar 2016
Inspiration was never
derived from what I saw
and admired,
never from what I felt
and desired

I found
it in a place where
I was weak and prone
with broken bones,
unknown to the world
and alone on my own

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ThePoet Feb 2016
You gave

strength to my

weaknesses

Power to my

helplessness

Purpose to my

lifelessness

Something to my

nothingness

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ThePoet Dec 2015
I try to protect your
heart from what I never
could endure or take

I try to fix your mess
while I make the
same repeated mistake

I try to fight your war
but can't stand on
my own battlefield

I could never protect
myself and instead
I became a human shield

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