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Sometimes I sit back to think,
I get so caught up in my thoughts that I forget to blink,
The love you have for me puzzles me,
You sent your only Son to die just so I could be free,
Its hard to fathom such kind of grace,
I feel sad to know that despite all that my head is still in a mess,
I pray that you clear my mind,
Before I go entirely blind,
Blind to the things I need to see with spiritual eyes,
Because I'm now getting tired of all the seemingly real lies.
 Jul 2015 a l e x
Born
footprint
 Jul 2015 a l e x
Born
These stars sim darker
These heart was just massacred
These thoughts are forever taunting
These life is worse than death

Tell you something you don't know
these soul can be thistled
keep, keeping running and landing on thorns
your stared with thoughts of being devoured

decades ago
he sang you tales of stealth
but darkness, can be stronger
this is war
and cowards, are the only ones who are possessed with fear

They will write anthems of your courage
sing songs of your strength
perform poems to your broken widows
your progeny, will know of your suffering and sacrifice
'a beautiful dalliance indeed'

You armor yourself with solitude
instead of golds they offer you
they are gone
but they took you with them "it Sims"

The bishop says
your just a devil among angels
but deep, deep down
he knows your an angel among demons
 Jul 2015 a l e x
Al
come along with me;
say “love,”
breathe “hello,”
train your ears
on the echoes
of my breathing;
there is no such thing
as running away,
because wherever we go
we are running forward.
spontaneous and unwarranted, a bit like dreaming of an escape (journey)
 Jul 2015 a l e x
Nicole Dawn
School
 Jul 2015 a l e x
Nicole Dawn
My english teacher says
You **** at writing

My math teacher says
You're gonna fail

My history teacher says
Go to sleep

My science teacher says
Just get out

Yet they still want me to learn
*How am I supposed to do that?
I don't understand
 Jul 2015 a l e x
Ben Jones
“I tire of this kitchen”
Said the toaster to the lamp
“The décor is abominable
And the walls are always damp”
“It’s worse for me though, surely?”
Said the table to the toaster
“There’s seven cups upon my back
And not a single coaster!”

The chairs, they scoffed in ridicule
“You think that cups are bad?
We always get the **** holes
And we’re lucky if they’re clad!”
The washer/dryer twitched its door
“And where do you suppose
They put their ***** underpants
And heaps of mucky clothes?”

With a flicker of its light-bulb
The lamp took centre stage
“Look here now, we’re all upset
And worse for wear and age
But when you’re feeling sad and glum
And need to find some cheer
Remember that it could be worse
You could be from IKEA”
 Jul 2015 a l e x
GaryFairy
all my life i thought i was trying
i laughed just to keep from crying
looking back, i went down the wrong track

just more memories to dismember

i surrender

all the time that i spent just wasting
was only time i was facing
looking back, at every rock hard fact

only bad things that i remember

i surrender
Getting back to experimenting with syllable counts and consonant sounds, and how they effect the flow of a poem/song. Here, I used 9-8-9-9-4 syllable count.
 Jul 2015 a l e x
Apollyon
SYMPATHY
 Jul 2015 a l e x
Apollyon
noble sacrifice
oh how you must have suffered
when you used clenched fists
to make a man of me
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