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What's contained in a word. A question not so absurd, The alphabet on a skilful palette, Roots of a culture, varying 'round the planet. Ah.
The wounds run deep, Between flesh and bones, Cutting off parts of Who I am, They slice through layers Of muscle, tissue, skin, Causing irreparable damage, To my soul, Wrap insidiously around Veins,...
Fire in the distance, Burning out the land, Stealing lives before their time, And turning glass to sand.
"Okay, read me something else then ?" "Um," I said. "I don't have anything else?" "That's too bad. I am so in the mood for poetry.
Oh child of mine asleep thou be and most times crying lustily, I shed a tear as o'er I watch tho not for fear of mine own such, As for I know what future brings for thee it waits within the...
Starting as just a spark and wood, A chemical reaction well understood, Growing to a little orange flame, No world to concur, nothing to blame, The fire grows, licking around the fuel, A passionate...
[sorry for bad word]. Your voice drools in unkept distinction,. Monotone and repetitive, nothing to say,. Your voice a victim of extinction,. As you peer from narrowed eyes today,.
The other day I saw a duck,. It was in a pond and it was stuck,. Ice had frozen the surface solid,. Its legs were trapped, and so I hurried,. Over to see how I could help,.
Clearing spaces. Making room for new faces. Determined I'm visiting new places. Clearing out my thoughts. Thoughts of a girl distraught. Getting rid of the old as one ought. Clearing memories.
Let the light guide you. Keep you smiling. Hold out your hand. And feel the rain. Let it take over. The joy you once knew. Bring it to your heart. Hold it close to you. Show me what it feels like.
Let's have a bit of fun for Friday I want to hear what you have to say All you dear Opussians never fail So tell me your name if you were a cocktail.
Preparing a dinner,. A feast for a king,. The best of all words,. Are the words I will bring,. There's simile noodles,. And acronym cake,. A steaming ink pie,. And a warm haiku bake,.
What is a Mother. I've heard some stories told, A Mother, she is Bold. Then, some might say that she, A Sensitive soul should be. Others feel it's not wrong, For a Mother to be very Strong.
Off Again A-travelling To France this time A week. Hopefully I'll Opuss there Have The chance To speak.
Next time I see a shooting star, I know exactly what to wish. I'd make sure there'd be no more war, and the sea would still be full of fish.
Dear Mum I love you and want you to know, I think of you often wherever I go. You lift me up; you're like walking sunshine; I am lucky to have a great mother like mine.
Yet here the gentle stillness of the night, Brings back the swelling tide of memory.
Color the dusk a deep navy blue, and try to be brave 'cause I'll be right beside you. There's a world do high...
W hy do I feel this way. H ow will be the fastest.
#dragons Where the rosethorn blood-beads draw, There remains his whittled claw. In the forest's ferny green There his hide hides inbetween. The many oysters of the sea - Here his pearly scales be.
D elving into the warmth of my bed, U nbelievable softness to cushion my head, V ast amount of cover and sheet, E ven my teddy knows this can't be beat, T ired eyes feel at home after the day, Today...
#NightDwellers I cry tears of molten fire, Amber, gold and blue, Tears of yellow scorching heat, As fresh as morning dew.
Misty tendrils slowly curl, A dreaming dragon's flicking tongue, Out of hollows, pearly shrouded, Against the walls over hill tops flung.
Something darkness in the sky, Clouds of black soar way up high, Soul collection, death to die, Blank abyss, scream why oh why.