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Teacher teacher what to do With my career I've come to you I thought I would get some brand new Perspective on what I could do You should know where I belong But it seems that I was wrong Hence...
I'm on a secret journey. Come along for the ride. Follow or just like my stuff. There is no need to hide. This trip I make is yours to take. If you're so inclined. Write some verse it's not a curse.
~This poem is about Depersonalisation, a mental illness that I suffer from where I feel disconnected from my body. A lot of people who smoke weed develop it, but I attained it sober.
They shoot, like stars, Into the sky, to show what. Nobody knows but this, Shows miracles, in action, Show pain, through explosion, The boom deafens and surprises, Like a gun shot in the sky, bang.
What is this, this right and wrong. Who says nay and where does right belong. Is Aristotle in his thoughts so right. To say that right is on the side of might. Where do i lay my head at night.
Some lines taken from songs by Jewel First we're young, then we're old, Summer fades, then it's cold, We're passing through, then passing on, And time marches on, till it's all gone.
If you'd be so kind. I'd like to read your mind. Are you maybe just like me. Seeking out some poetry. To read, and then go on to be. Waxing philosophically. I'd like to be beside.
Love, for me, is many things. The way the blackest blackbird sings. The freshest air the frosty dawn. The brightness of a sunny morn. Chasing shadows in the rain. Fantastic creatures in my brain.
I n these dark times of fear. T errors always near. S tand up and be counted. N ever hide, don't disappear. O pen up your heart. T ry to find some inner peace. T ry to show your smart.
They met in a park Hours before dark Speaking silly words through silence Wasting hours As their bodies turned to bone.
~I wrote this when I was 18 in a moment of broodiness. Writing a poem was a good form of letting it out/contraception ;) It kind of makes me cringe at the moment, but anyway...~ I love babies.
Tornado and the calm sea. Mean the world to me. Spin around. Then, settle down. A laugh from a frown. Tornado and the clam sea. Mean everything to me. Twist around. Then, calming sounds.
B utterflys and buzzing bees, E ndless miles of sunshine. T wo hundred bright red roses, T o your heart straight from mine. E very joy in life, everything u need.
I feel hunger... But not as much as those who are starving. I feel pain... But not as much as those who are sick with no medicine. I feel hope...
Look at that Leopard, Look at the pain in its eyes, Look at its tatty, overwashed fur, Please, set it free. Look at that Leopard, Look at the scabs on its paws, Hear its cries, Please, set it free.
Realizing the things, that mean so much. Like a thought that puts a smile, on your face, or a simple loving touch. The smell of fragrant flowers, on a breezy Spring day.
They could never understand. what u set out 2 do. instead they chose 2. ridicule u. when u got weak. they loved the sight. of your dimming. and flickering starlight.
Coiled up; His golden green scales, Crested head held aloft, Housing carbuncle eyes Glittering with malace, His terrible intentions unclear...
If you gained entrance to my mind I'm pretty sure that you would find All manner of fantastic things Bumbledogs with fold out wings A list of all of England's kings Songs to make your spirit sing And...
Poetry is like a musical; Words upon a page, that Maybe an Actor would see, and reenact upon a stage.
You may have noticed, my friends, a certain delay In my posting of a new Opuss today. Fear not. I've not left, I couldn't do that, Opuss is my favourite metaphorical cat.
Fact or fiction, hard to decide, Do I belong. But to which side. Wuthering heights or A brief history of time. I believe they both could be mine, Fact or fiction.
A friend is like a flower -- a rose to be exact, Or maybe like a brand new gate --that never comes unlatched A friend is like an owl, both beautiful and wise Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,...
Look at me, it's not my true identity I have a covert identity, i wonder if you'd ever see, my thoughts, my deeds are all that makes me but something I may do may not describe me.