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This is one of my favorite poems, written by William Blake. Enjoy. I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
A war of words is sometimes absurd Being aggressive wont get your voice heard Don't have a tantrum, when things don't go your way Take a step back and re consider what you say No one is perfect, we...
Listen to my words. Read them aloud. See them written on the page. See them written on a cloud. Words are of beauty. Of magic too. Words can change everything. But could also break you.
To hold your hand feels like I'm holding the entire world in my palm. Just one look in your eyes and I see the vast blue of the ocean. To hear you speak is to hear the music of angels.
You left marks... On me and my skin, Are they through love. The boarder is too thin... You bruised my personality, And the effect shines on through. These purple patches on my skin...
Two halves are torn Then separated Locked apart Later berated. Two halves are torn Then pieced together Worn and dirtied From the weather.
#acorn You say black. I say white. We settle for grey, which makes it alright... I like savoury. You like sweet. Somewhere in the middle we decide to meet... Indie music floats your boat.
A Prisoner :A fragment By Emily Jane Bonte --- IN the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars.
Self harm references.
If I could capture Some wisdom in a jar How far would it fill. From where would I start.
) ( ( } ) } { { { } | Exotic | | colours, | | Exotic | | lives. | | Slowly | | burning, | | Life | | slipping.
Sleep now, my baby. Night has come to play. Only wake again tomorrow. When night becomes day. Let the sleep take over. Let your mind dream. Dream of things unreal. And how things seem.
It's been one of those days. Woke up in a daze. Feel lost in a maze. Negative thoughts can't help but play. Round every turning, Is another spurning.
The dread writers block isn't something I suffer But it serves a purpose, it acts as a buffer For if your ideas are not quite so assured A chip off the block, and Hey Presto, you're cured.
The pieces of a crumbling ruin. Tumbling down to a field of grass. Pebbles and rocks, a shadow of hail. Splintered wood and shattered glass. A gradual collapse of weathered walls.
Words, words, Slip and slide, Glisten and glide. Trip from the tongue Of old and young.
Limerick A little boy called Sandy, Eat away at candy, His tooth it got sore, So he couldn't sleep any more, Said: 'a dentist right now would be handy.' 4lines4fun Candy the sweet, Fell on the...
#acrosticupdate (updated). (Crappy limerick). It's almost that time my good friends. Two hours, before it comes to an end. The word that I set. Was "complete" don't forget.
#rant #againstanimalkillers [P] eople abusing animals, pets of yours or theirs. killing for the sport, and collecting up the furs [E] nemies of Mother Nature and every lover of life.
Cancer cells Ostracise years slowly. Maybe's become Pleads...pleads to Live. Eventual life battle, fails -no more given Time. Feeble attempts to Ignite life; concoctions Of many potions just jeers.
[C] arrying on, dreading this work load [O] ver and over, I'm in the same work mode [M] y mind is exhausted, I watch my brain go [P] anting, so tired, please let the pain go [L] ugging my arse, it...
[C] arried as a baby, I whined and cried all day. [O] nce I hit my toddler years, I'd have fun with friends and play. [M] any years later, like three, i lost a tooth.
*inspired in part by Edgar Allan Poe's Annabel Lee Of all the girls I ever knew None compared to Cherie Bleu In many ways I'd known a few But none as well as Cherie Bleu Cherie Bleu the boys all...
#acrostic Can you say you are complete.