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Wall Poetry

Their eyes match the sky / like fireflies in the night / when their hearts start to cry / let goodness come to light / shine splendidly and fair / let no foot come to wear

The stars are muddled / hidden away from prying eyes / the city lights are befuddled / shining towards the darkened sky / what did we do wrong / where did the clouds belong

your words I have hid in my heart / and my heart is on my sleeve / I race to you from the start / but from me you seem to leave / where did you go this time / was my heart not enough sublime

Summertime calls for freedom / Winter calls for the cold / at home resides a kingdom / how are we so bold / the weather wears a crown / and I a blanket of down / home is where the heat is

With these ears I have heard / and these eyes the sight / my lips spread the word / this heart shares its plight / for when trouble comes a-calling / my bed shall find me enthralling

Feathers are soft / the clouds are like down / birds fling themselves aloft / beak turned from the ground / taloned legs stay up high / toes and feet walk on by

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WORDS,

Have I heard your heart,

Your mind in place of the path,

Where we start, where you start

Where I know you broke our heart,

Our heart was lost from the start,

The moment you made that depart-

-ure your heart was mine,

And whats mine is yours,

So it never belonged to me anyways.

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GOODBYE,

The pale moon waves its fragile farewells,

The whining wane of the loss of pain,

When moonlight is gone,

The sun comes to complain,

A heated debate on rebate,

Reclusion, seclusion,

In conclusion,

The light was never the moon’s,

But the sun’s was never that brighter.

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Regret

Reminiscence is the opposite of regret, And I wouldn’t regret If I could help it.

When he left, My hope fled with him, And it is hard to remember what they looked like.

The secrets I hold inside Are just enough To keep him around.

If I looked at “future” And saw this, Art may have perished ages ago.

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Snap

I would come home sideways In a crooked smile that always burned into a frown; Although often times that could be burned back Alongside some other substance of course.

I’d wake up with limited memory of complex visions and subconscious notions. Do you know melancholia at its core?

I’d take the biggest risk in all aspects Ending up a little older, a little faster. This was life. Who knew?

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Was

A master craftsman he was. I remember how he built a life, In shades of radio talks, and “The War,” and “Honey, I’m home!”

In this was project was his passion. He’d met his greatest friend in a brown, leather-bound book. They helped each other help others, and he was happy.

I remember how he built a family, You’d have to ask though, “Which one?” For he was a brother and a father to all.

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The Protagonist

Yes, I met the protagonist. The one whose life became my plot. I spill my guts to her but love every second of it Because In all ways and for some reason She cares.

There’s a deeper level to her humanity, A level that just identified me as “dynamic” in quality. I never knew I possessed this. - So, I met the protagonist, And she told me I was adequate. She catches the variation in her with a displeased flinch, But I’m Forever Altered by each of her distinctions.

The uniqueness of her in comparison to us Brings a familiarity impossible to unearth elsewhere. I knœw her. - Perhaps, I met the protagonist, And there was reason behind that chance. I’ve done my best to remain Haunted By the absolute fact That I am absolutely consumed.

I’ve been struck and brought forth, Chosen to learn from our lead; My archer.

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Rambling M

Relapsed and unclean, An addict of something yet to be had. How could I call myself “true to form?” I am a slave to logic and emotion.

Have you ever felt the passion of sensibility? I crave to behave under the influence of rationale. Truth is spoken through critical thinking, But it’s not realistic to think critically with her.

Have you ever known the reasoning of sentiment? Nothing more powerful has ever taken hold. Pulsating from everywhere and nowhere is the frenzy. She’s made me unbalanced with the unthinking thought.

The strands of gold that hang from her head Fall into nooses I’d be honored to die on. The irises of sky and sea examine me always. She’s chosen me worthy to lose my way in them.

You, look at what you’ve made of me, A mess before the storm has hit. My life is in your hands at this point. I look forward to the wreckage because I love you.

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Sonnet M

Golden streams have now flown into my gaze, Precious metals thus strung by Him alone. I’d run my fingers through her glowing maze, But disapproval for me’s since been shown.

A name bestowed ‘pon the Mother herself, A name I’ve heard throughout my lonesome life. Yet newness in which I’ve begun to delve Has brought fascination beside my strife.

If I were to lay it all on the line, If she were to tolerate such great flaws, Would “those who provide” take this heart of mine? Would there be set up against me great laws?

My current wish is that it were not so, And my small love has naught to do but grow.

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Heartless

Love cannot be found on your own,

It can’t be found by those without it,

Yet it is given to those who admit.

Given to those who are alone,

They do not realize what they hold,

For they hold a most jealously sought gift,

One that tears people from the rift,

Brings to their mind a new sense of bold.

The ones who walk their lonely path alone,

Their light of day that does forebode,

The very chance to grace their abode,

But those who try leave with a heart of stone.

Love is indeed a deadly tool,

A healing poison curing the fool.

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The Question to Fickleness

For my fickle-minded one, I question you:

“My heart in your hand must be cumbersome. Have you noticed?

“I look into you, I search for your eyes. When was the last time you did the same?

“A sliver of your attention is what I crave. Why are you apathetic?

“You read this. Are you sure?”

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The Appeal to Fickleness

For my fickle-minded one, I appeal to you:

“The fall of man, and the blame is shifted. You are wrong, and I am right. The flaw of my nature and the pride of it as well. I do not see it. You do. Today I think of how you feel. How long will it take to get the truth in? I am open minded, maybe I’ve been thinking wrong.

“The rise of man, and the blame is accepted. You are right, and I am wrong. The goodness of your nature, and the humility of it as well. You do not see it. Now I do. Today I appreciate our fickle minds. It’s been long enough under the shade of lies. I am open for you alone. I am sorry, now it’s shown.”

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In My Mind's Eye

Who am I to be what I wish, to look myself in the eye and see a reflection, a strange image before me?

When rather, the wayfaring stranger sees me in another way no one else can see?

Looking through the glasses of elsewhere whom should see me as I wish to be seen?

Am I to be in such a way, to do what is said I wouldn’t do, for the mere appreciation of myself? To be seen as something I’m not? 

When opposed, to be brought down, I shall stand. So, I stand, regardless of people’s intake of who I am, and who I am to be. 

To relish in my imperfections, that doth shape me to be my unique creature, my unique self.

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Breaking (Out)

With my hands held heavy, And my arms stretched wide, I will break this world Like I’m breaking inside. With my head held high And my tears gone dry, I will fall in line Only to break free, To make this world think it’s got a hold on me.

I laugh at the sparkle I see within your eye As you laugh because you think I will be the first one to cry.

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Broken Bones

This is my broken bones. You know what hides inside.

You cannot make me scream. You will not make me cry. 

You’re downing out my words and turning me around.

you’re blocking out my sound.

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You've locked the door. You've set the floor.

You've burned the bed. It’s in my head.

What it may seem, if any a thing

To make it run out.

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Letting a sound, locking it loud,

Checking it out, falling about.

Beating the race, keeping my heart.

Breaking my bones.

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For you know what hides inside. You see through every lie.

You drop the words that make me swerve.

End the serve. Grade me by a curve.

Dropping me out, burning my soul,

Shutting me down, breaking my bones.