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Locked away in a broken heart. That's how I feel with you. Boxed up in open space. I hate the things you do. Trapped under the wing of a dove. How could you do this. Hidden in my own eyes.
Would that my feeble poetry Had the power to set you free Then thou would soar with eagles. And if my words could hunger sate Then never would be bare your plate And thou would feast with regals.
You start as a green stud. But grow, change is on it's way. You're outgoing with a bud, No, you won't be a bouquet. Purple majesty Delightful aroma Soft, silky petals, Yet you're in a coma.
Fairy tales... is there such a thing. Could I be the princess and you the king. Will I be locked in a tower, a chamber, a room. Waiting for someone to save me from doom.
Jewel, You shine like no other, A violet star. Jewel, You hide many secrets, Imprinted inside. Jewel, Your mysterious beauty, Is like that of a sleek cat.
Winter Approaches At a slow pace Until floosh. All of a sudden Here. Happy To see you, no matter what you desire.
#adventchallenge God's frozen tears, Falling from the sky, Dancing to the ground, Where in a white blanket they lie.
I'm a hermit crab without a shell. A traveler with nowhere to go. A salesman with nothing to sell. I'm a winter without snow. I'm a guitar without its strings. A window facing brick walls.
The Flame of Fear is black as night, It burns your third eye at first sight, It feeds on blood and draws on dread, Until you're breathing good as dead.
The love divine Is no simple wine The love divine Is a game of mine The love divine It is no ordinary sign The love divine Is a treasure to behold This love grows old But never does it weaken A true...
Autumns touch. Fades the colors. Seep into my hands. Your beauty leaks. Wither and die. Sleep underground. Autumns touch. Brings new colors. Browns and reds. A neutral picture. Slowly falling.
Poison in the matrix, And wires charged with lies, The sadomasochistic traitors, Stalking with their eyes.
Erratic orthodox, bright and grey, A pandemonium of the day, A simple white lie of the norm, Preludes the black ice to the storm.
Your life, a sheet of paper, And death, a raging fire, That turns to ash the words you write, And scripts, anew, a liar.
If our hearts were flown on paper planes, Would they soar among the clouds. Or would they falter, flail and break, And crash towards the ground.
I pick you up, To let you down, I spin you, Round and round and round. I give you happiness, And joy, But then you find, You were just a toy.
The fire is raging, Burning within, The flames are ageing, Elements grin. The waters are strong, Crashing with fury, Noises perform a song, Vision becoming blurry.
The clouds they leaked their tears. The rain they fell to the ground. The earth it sang with lightness. The sun embraced its sound. (match the last work of the sentence with the second of the next...
A picture A thousand words Poetry A thousand thoughts Emotions A mixture Sought. Sight An effulgent moon Wax and wane Sense An abstract boom Flutters and gathers The lost, Creating Poetic peace.
As the sisters Take their flight The dark feathers fading From our sight As they soar high Into the air All humans do Is stand and stare.
Beautiful butterfly Yet you have no colour Will they still call you beautiful When you look like no other.
Good gives evil a disgraceful eye. Evil gives good a reason to ask why. Good is miricles, marvels and wonder. Evil is nothing but rain and thunder. Good speaks tales of a hero's glory.
Life is like walking on a razorblade. One slip and your split in two, persecuted for things you didn't even think to do.