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AsianRambo38 said: Does a Haiku count? I prefer them because of the 5 -7 -5 syllable layout. Still working on making them make sense though. I remove my clothes Flying at the speed of light With my alien friend Best usage of the haiku form! :D "Music" Music is a complex variable Altering positions Formulating delicate transitions From constant discourse Into caesura Spanning untold months Of weighted stillness Abruptly re-emerging Striking profound crescendo With unanticipated precision Ensnaring you eternally In its singular melody. |
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AsianRambo38 said: Does a Haiku count?<br /> <br /> I prefer them because of the 5 -7 -5 syllable layout.<br /> Still working on making them make sense though.<br /> <br /> I remove my clothes<br /> <br /> Flying at the speed of light<br /> <br /> With my alien friend Add some juxtaposition and haikus are usually about nature,too. |
| Your haiku inspired me: In the woods I strip Soaring through the atmosphere I want to believe (MULDER PUT YOUR CLOTHES BACK ON!!!) |
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| my dream What can i do, to make your dreams to come true? What can i do, to show your will endure? What can i do, to see what you've dreamt through? What can i do, to be sure you'll dream, too? |
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| Late addition to a pretty dead thread but eh, I've posted later times. Was on a long journey and had a nice night walk through the city so yeah. City at Night People peaking feverishly on their -faces Angry sighs and empty smiles Cars trickle through streets like a -soft seeping mudflow A polic siren wails at criminals to -beware A couple smile at each other -unaware That the rings on each's fingers -belong to another An old man's death rattle fills some -empty air And then even that is gone |
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| Oh, yay, a poetry thread. Never thought I'd see the day. I've posted a lot of poetry on this site called Figment and received good feedback. I'd post one here, but.... eh, too lazy to. Anyways, the poems on here were interesting. :) |
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| @Invisible_again I'd love to read some of your work! Theres nothing wrong with reposting a poem from that site here. @Recuvan nice though a bit simplistic in language, did you write that? Since it looks like an image of tumblr. |
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| “Man of Earth” I am a dream of trees - lost child of water. I am the brother of summer gales – thought in motion. I am the one who can feel the Sun inside, one who thinks ‘nihil’ yet loves all, one who whispers to moonlight and caresses the stars. I will offer my heart to those who will love her I will offer my eyes to those who want to heal her Her - Our blue home, our gentle Earth. And you, you are my brother and my sister My friend and my joy For on this world of wonders You too are with me Sharing this gem Living this miracle of being. You, a speck in the Milky Way A giant among the pebbles No greater than an ant No smaller than a star. One body Vibrating with beauty One mind Soaring to infinity: We are the Universe. |
| Some of my anime music videos: The Eternity I Desire (Romance/Drama) | Saitama's World (One Punch Man) | --------------------------------------- Man of Sorrows (Berserk) | War of wrath (Escaflowne) My Youtube channel: Logos studios |
TheConquerer said: @Invisible_again I'd love to read some of your work! Theres nothing wrong with reposting a poem from that site here. Ehh, I'm lazy, but I guess I can copy paste one of my shorter works. Let's see.... Sky Fire by Invisible_again Red fire is all I see In the sky above me. The sky is burning red, But I feel no dread. The sky's fire is beautiful, Something truly mystical. The burning sky is red And continues to spread Across the vast expanse of sky. The sky's fire up high Is all I see, Burning above me. * This ain't my best poem, but if you or anyone's interested in my other works, you can read them here at my Figment account. |
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| @Invisible_again I like it, it sounds a bit like it would work as a song if you tweaked it a bit actually! Personally I'd try and replace sky with something else since it repeats alot but that's just me. I enjoyed Spring, you seem to use rhyming couplets alot, you ever read Edgar Allen poe by any chance? His work might interest you. @VladimirLogos that was quite beautiful, reminded me of a myth I heard once from a tribe but I can't remember which, which annoys me. Feel free to post more. Gonna post up something I wrote in a bit |
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| Here's two poems I put into one since they feel almost like siblings, they're a bit chaotic. The empty land and people that lived in it An orange sky of human light burst out to meet the ink that shimmered with soft pebbles of light and melted away into the infinite limit at which all we think and know ends. The traveler lies at the end of the wall between what is and what is to come Only he can go where noone else can only he can breach into a darkness so empty a single whisper would be akin to a cry of war from a cascading army. Nothing - So drawn are we to formless things we make of each our own In empty thoughts lie palaces of neon crystal domes The jester and the knights both stroll their merry way Towards the darkness that greets them with their merry sway A madman's chorus strikes the air and plays like flutes on ice The dreamland that forms his thoughts are lost with his demise |
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TheConquerer said: @Invisible_again I like it, it sounds a bit like it would work as a song if you tweaked it a bit actually! Personally I'd try and replace sky with something else since it repeats alot but that's just me. I enjoyed Spring, you seem to use rhyming couplets alot, you ever read Edgar Allen poe by any chance? His work might interest you. Thanks, I'm glad you liked my poetry! :) And yeah, I've read some his works. I really enjoyed his poem "The Raven". |
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| @hedelo That was a nice poem! Honestly I don't think its such a big deal if it was your first or your 100th poem, its about the thought the poem concerns itself with. Your poem felt very freeform and I like that you didn't force yourself to do some kind of rhyming couplet like some people do. Although its a bit sad near the end. Especially considering how nice the start was. |
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| I actually write poems (and short stories) all the time and have had a few published before too! Half the time, I don't even know what I'm writing about or if it makes sense...it's kinda like I get possessed by the spirit of some Romantic 19th century literature boff XD Anyway, here's one I wrote called "I Killed Time in a New York Minute"~~ Can I commit the most treacherous crime? The unearthly crime to Massacre time? What would happen if Time should retire? This constant wondering ignites a fire Like the tick of a clock, ideas are raging As I lay in my bed, a reminder I'm aging With Death on my mind and my Heart in a bind My wish upon a star gives some ease of a kind And when, swiftly, I wake the next day I wake to find that Time has all but gone away. At first it's fantastic and fun and thrilling Until I realize something vital is missing And as I walk through that lonely city scape I think of Time, and my Heart begins to ache. When I realize I'm alone, and my knees start to quake I wish this were a dream, and that I soon would wake. But my wish is one I cannot retract! So my world is changeless and my heart becomes flat. And in unnerving noiselessness, I let out an unearthly shriek You see, unmoving silhouettes can hardly speak So in my mind (all alone) I sit; For I killed time in a New York Minute. |
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Taker6898 said: @Conquerer Looks like you got uptight, got you sitting upright, you can't even spell your name right. It's spelt "Conqueror" not "Conquerer" how can you conquer her, when your name's misspelt, sir? You wanna challenge me? Get down. Just like Rihanna's position when she was with Chris Brown. You say you dropped your mic, just like your dropped yourself, you're unstable and can't hold it any longer, you need help! @Taker6898 Although you might say that your name is the Taker, I fear that you might be a bit more of a faker. Your picture is one of a devil; how droll. Altough I am scared that you're merely a troll A joke about domestic violence? Well that's a bit low. Even Chris Brown himself could deliver that blow. See what I did there? That pun was intended. Now I think I should leave, you need your feelings mended. |
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| Not poetry but today after a I woke up from a long sleep, I was disturbed by this strange feeling which I tried to put into words, however I could, to lessen its intensity. As if writing a diary I said to myself: "Today I slept for so long I forgot how to wake up. When I did wake up, I woke up to someone else's life''. |
| @Trance I like that, it reminds me of a something but I'm not sure what, I wish I knew. Also I had a poem which came to me when listening to this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jYT5dQRIlAM Each moment flickers with a thought that we form in our heads Like the most fragile piece of flickering light It shines up the world for an instant And is lost when noone notices We live our lives in each others dreams Never noticing what is or seems But at the end of it all, there is a light That shines as brightly as not at all Its the hope of a dead man's dream That he fought for and lost Its the shape of a changing sky that tells you more Than a thousand years of history could let you know And so don't wonder why it is as it was But be glad it will be a it is Even if it doesn't seem to make sense It wont, one day |
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| Here's another Crumbling mountains make hills of all And future is bright until the fall When sleepless dreams are what drives us to make haste, but those who sleep cannot. Simply laying in wait for the next chapter, that spring forth the page of thoughts That blood which progress is the child which pushes Us to change and mold But even if its hell that beckons forth We can think of heaven we lay within This light that s our mind, that light which shimmers and lets us see another way Another way Way that is chance, that s fate, that is choice We choose this, and seal our fate To not be controlled but to see And not to follow but to be |
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| btw @Trance, I didnt read your poem until now but I like it. Its composed in a way that lets me see the whole and the sum of its parts if that makes any sense. I actually enjoy spontaneous poetry and think it deserves as much merit as poetry that can take years to write, it follows a stream of consciousness style thats all. Just look at Kubla Khan, that was written on the spot. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/43991 |
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dasdasda111 said: Taker6898 said: @Conquerer Looks like you got uptight, got you sitting upright, you can't even spell your name right. It's spelt "Conqueror" not "Conquerer" how can you conquer her, when your name's misspelt, sir? You wanna challenge me? Get down. Just like Rihanna's position when she was with Chris Brown. You say you dropped your mic, just like your dropped yourself, you're unstable and can't hold it any longer, you need help! @Taker6898 Although you might say that your name is the Taker, I fear that you might be a bit more of a faker. Your picture is one of a devil; how droll. Altough I am scared that you're merely a troll A joke about domestic violence? Well that's a bit low. Even Chris Brown himself could deliver that blow. See what I did there? That pun was intended. Now I think I should leave, you need your feelings mended. You come up and think up your lines are beautiful, but this one bar sends your ass back to High School Musical. Where you'll train like you did in college to go up against me again, and I'll crush you like a monster, you can call me Ben 10. Oh shit, he rhymed take with fake, making beef with stake, take this hate, leave this place, or the Wu Tang killers be all over your face. Now you're talking about feelings, I guess you're getting emotional, hoping I give a shit while I'm pissing on you, like a urinal. This roast is uncontrollable.. I know.. I'm horrible. |
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| Born from a furnace, the pits of despair. An oily smear cast on dry prickly skin. Our rough outer edges cast away on a whim. Now cleanly in two, our future holds thin. Torn into an inscrutable warm wet, a remorseless battering. Only stains remain. |
| Since its been awhile (2 years wow), and well who knows maybe Poetry will make a comeback, here's a bump. Actually though I got a poem to add. The Other Side I see a bridge that spreads across the border from my thoughts to thoughts Its crumbling walls and tattered roads Spread and sprawl like weeds with unchecked growth The kingdom of my mind in ruins I try to piece its pieces but I find I'm lost in what I knew And all I know is that its true I see a future on the edge But checks and worries keep me wedged behind the wall that forces me within my kingdom, where I see The people on the other side Who I can watch as they guide their lives along a merry path As I watch within my patch, Of crumbling cobbled thoughts within To the people of the other side I am simply, hidden. |
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| (I'M SORRY IF THIS IS CRINGY) Born fragile, helpless and weak, Ahead of you the future you seek. Slowly growing into a child Your objectives are relatively mild. Soon enough you open your eyes In front of the mirror the sight of a beautiful teenager lies! Four years forward, diploma in hand, it's time to depart, Say goodbye to your friends and follow your heart Another four years, there's the degree on which you spent so much time and money Time to get out in the real world and start your life. You meet your beloved, Your doctor said the clock is ticking Strange, sometimes you no longer feel a youngling. No need to worry, you say You and your soulmate decide it is time to rear some children today Maybe you're not so young anymore, Daily you're starting to feel more sore. Flash forward a few thousand groundhog days, You've made so much money that retiring is okay Wasn't that fast, At least you've made your wealth last. You remember all this lying on the deathbed, You are now facing the day you dread Fragile, helpless and weak. You entered the world this way You shall depart once more, the same way. Born this way, Died this way, "Where shall my future go?" You ask before all the life leaves the shell Of the battered body in which you were once so. Time to travel a new path Hopefully you haven't brought upon yourself a great wrath |
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| no, its not cringy. I can tell what you're trying to convey and its not bad. I think it just needs some more structuring so that lines are equally long (for flow) and you don't have to always have a couplet. Rhyming schemes can follow different structures like sonnets and limericks etc. |
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| ummm, i have something in my mind. sorry for bad wording, my english is never good ( ._.) |
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geniobastardo said: Of the treacherous souls 'tis a tale I narrate Of the hearts of gold overnight that turned stale The pious cried 'blasphemy!' The sinners 'mercy!' The Imam in his treachery committed the greatest heresy Intelligence is wisdom Wisdom is silence Silence is gold Gold is ignorance Thoughts chained Ambitions murdered Souls ingrained; in boulevard not hurdled Thence I speak of thus The misfortune of knowledge That a tongue surceased is tongue most glorious Here it was, my brainfart. i enjoyed reading this |
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The sand of time is still flowing Through the river where blood flooding The birds fly high, looking for living Till they die, in the next morning We'll never know the time when we die No turning back from the decay Clay is the place where we lie Without knowing being astray Life is mystery Full of misery There's no remedy For the tragedy |
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| I remember that day It felt bleak and gray It rained and the birds then sang While you were writhing in pain. You could not put up a fight But the sun shone bright Soon enough there was no more guiding light You hath used up all your might. That night nature rested The infants guarded in their cribs, The mother goats comforted their kids, While you were ultimately being tested. Soon enough Your test got tough You didn't pass That's what the man said as he stood adjacent to the stained glass. That's alright You've already used up all your might Now it's my turn to fight You can be my guiding light |
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| woah never knew there was a thread like this on MAL, kinda glad it was revived here's one I made for an assignment in school, its in spoken word format so it prolly ain't as refined as the other poems in the thread ;3 |
| I'm really nervous to post my own poems here, haha... It's a first for me. Well, I'll give you some background first. (This post will be long I'M SORRY D: There are more poems but I wanted to share the most important ones..) Poems are my way of dealing with emotions, so they're very important and extremely personal to me! I avoid conflict like the plague so, you know.. I have to get the feelings out somehow, and music, art and poetry are the way to go for me. These poems follow my journey of unrequited love and letting go of a manipulative person who said many sweet, sweet lies and broke one too many promises. Long story short, I noticed they didn't care about me and went through an incredibly difficult process of letting go of our shared dreams and of discovering all the lies. I think it's interesting to follow along with these poems.. It was my first time falling in love. (also please don't be too harsh on me, I'm not native and I sure as heck don't actually know how to write... I just vomit my feelings.) |
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THATS-NOT-GAUCHE said: woah never knew there was a thread like this on MAL, kinda glad it was revived here's one I made for an assignment in school, its in spoken word format so it prolly ain't as refined as the other poems in the thread ;3 I thought this was pretty good actually, definitely more modern sort of poetry and yeah I could see it being spoken rather than simply read. @Heartcollar I like the ambition of trying to do something that's like a 3 Act structure in a poem. I do think it could do with being shortened as it feels almost like prose rather than poetry, which isn't bad, just a different format with different impact. |
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| Tried Poetry once... It was edgy... Le Sigh, here is an example "In the brightest of the nights while the stars aren’t there, the lives so called humans shall fade away. In a single motion with Gods desire, when the trumpet’s been blown all shall die in a fire. The fire consumes, the fire destroys, the fire makes the things that were dead be reborn. In a dream of a life that wasn’t there, one can only exist when there is nothing left." |
TheConquerer said: @Heartcollar I like the ambition of trying to do something that's like a 3 Act structure in a poem. I do think it could do with being shortened as it feels almost like prose rather than poetry, which isn't bad, just a different format with different impact. Ehe yes, it got kind of lengthy.. but it does cover my feelings from around one and a half years, so I guess it makes it alright. I could have gone with only one or two poems per "phase" (I guess you can call them that), but I couldn't choose from all the ones I had written so I went with multiple ones. :) Anyways, I really appreciate you taking the time to read them. |
| Hello again. I found something I wrote in Dutch a while ago, and apparantly I also took an attempt at translating my meaning to English. To any Dutchmen or Belgians, please refer to the original. i. en in het wakkerende licht verliest hij de tranen van ons dageraad als zij opkomt in het oosten, een land vergeten door zijn jammerend verloop van zonden die hij pleegt en daardoor niet langer een almenum ziet voorkomen, zoals het zonlicht dat op zijn snuit zal schijnen in een deinum dat hij vergeet door de dauw zijn druppels, de knikkers van zijn ogen, die nu samentrekken als het pluis van uitbloeiende paardenbloemen ook gevolgd zal worden. ii. gij, verlaten wolf, zal u nu treden in verzonken voetstappen van uw voorgangers en huilen naar een maan als eenzaam als dat u bent, vanaf momenten dat uw vader u verliet, zal u eens weten van zijn angst en zwaar verlatenheid, als ook hij het goud neerslaat op pas geboren jongens die zijn naam niet zullen dragen in vereniging en samenhorigheid als een sprei van eeuwig sneeuw waarvan u nu uw poten optrekt als het ons is. iii. dat blauwend maanlicht waar ginds u naar ijlt, een lach verborgen onder een aamborstig en ook deerlijk wenen van de stem die hij niet langer hoort als zijn gelaat dan ook vertrekt bij dit geluid, dat volgens u zwaarmoedig valt en de keel een rapaille van beknelling geeft, weet u zeker dat zijn oren niet meer spits staan als uw zoekend grienen naar uw broeders langs een horizon fluit, als geroezemoes door de morgen haar bloemend glorie. iv. een vader sterk naar zijn zoon, hij die nu zonder kracht en passie is en hij die alleen zijn gedrag van een aantal open boeken kiest, hij beantwoord niet zijn roeping in de naam van de Heer, hij zingt niet langer een ‘heilig, heilig, heilig is de Heer van de hemelse machten’ als in een tijd van eeuwig broederschap, gevleugeld zes keer en gewaad in het wit van hemels pracht en praal in sterrenlicht. v. u blijft enigszins een eendelijk kind verstoten van de vader, hoewel zijn borst nu open staat voor zielen zoals de uwe, zelfs verbrand en verkoold door het zwavel van de hellenacht, zelfs nu staat hij nog in vuur en vlam voor een morgenster gevallen door de gouden poorten van zijn lieflijk hemel. —————————————————— slightly terrible English translation. |
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| Oh, oh, I guess I will post here. I wrote this in December. Severed dreams, Children's screams. System failure, Massacre of words. Sweat drenching your shirt, Tremble banishment; rage of power. Your eyes depleting to murk, Your heart diminished of work. Your gloves discarded in snow, Your blood constricted of flow. Frostbite sells you to a state of limbless, Body charred and blackened by sickness. Snow is shoveled atop, As your figure becomes a crop. The crows were beckoned, While they ripped your soul away, I reckoned. Your corpse disgracefully alienated from a grave, Forged into a traceless cave. The crows, plump for days to come, Visit to see you are a faceless statue of bones, squalidly numb. Your bloodied shirt, a remnant, Savored by frigid mud. Envelop your truest destiny, Refrain from unaware. Sacrifice, sacrifice. |
  WORK IN PROGRESS ~The frog leapt forth to my lilypad memory.~ I was indoctrinated by an inamorata rabbit, Adenomata affronted. It was the verecund, dismissed creatures That I jubilated in most. This rabbit I would nurture, At the aiguille of esse, The anneal of noblesse. ❤️ Birdie ❤️ |
| cold stone faces shaped through the ages into conformity will a soft clay body amongst terracotta retain identity icy veils and empty conversation smoldering hearts smothered by expectations waiting away for another's white hot intensity to melt these hardened shells and let our molten hearts flow free yet we hide that light away for none to see |
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Kittenpotpie said: Woah damn that's greatcold stone faces shaped through the ages into conformity will a soft clay body amongst terracotta retain identity icy veils and empty conversation smoldering hearts smothered by expectations waiting away for another's white hot intensity to melt these hardened shells and let our molten hearts flow free yet we hide that light away for none to see |
TheElevenTailsMar 27, 2018 10:36 PM
| Felt like writing. Another Night: A sweet, sweet, gentle whisper, Flows through this dimly lit room. From which it came I cannot consider, For it's my only visitor under this hidden moon. I dare not respond for I greatly fear, That no one else can hear this sound. Hear my heart beat and pray it does not disappear, For no one else has want to come around. Yet try as I might the voice comes and goes, Like the rain that drops and disappears in the morn. Is it so much to ask this source that no one knows? Is it so much to despair this delight of mine that has been torn? Nothing. But silence again. And nothing. But another memory. Or perhaps all along there was no voice to be heard, and simply my wish to hear a whisper from memories long past. The rain still falls and this room still dim as a faded word. And the moon moves through the sky like the night of last... |
| What isn't red? What isn't blue? |
| Muffins, oh muffins I love eating you Nom nom nom. |
| Felt like writing again. Reflections Of A Puddle The indecency of minds that wander, Shallow like this puddle of filthy water, These thoughts of mine I do truly think How much lower could my degeneracy truly sink... And yet, if not for the faithless breath I breathe, Is there a solution or a moment for me to seize? It is neither sadness nor anger that I feel, But rather an empty, lucid, vessel-less wheel And of who's fault is there to blame? Society? Culture? The stars that rose to fame? No. Only me. Myself. Do I bring shame. And though it is true, a wild animal within me, I cannot tame. This animal can love just as much as he can lust. But the heart of this creature has few he can really trust... And perhaps, that is the problem. A problem where few can solve them... But in time. In time. I can fix this heart of mine... |
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SkiesOfBlue said: Felt like writing again. Reflections Of A Puddle The indecency of minds that wander, Shallow like this puddle of filthy water, These thoughts of mine I do truly think How much lower could my degeneracy truly sink... And yet, if not for the faithless breath I breathe, Is there a solution or a moment for me to seize? It is neither sadness nor anger that I feel, But rather an empty, lucid, vessel-less wheel And of who's fault is there to blame? Society? Culture? The stars that rose to fame? No. Only me. Myself. Do I bring shame. And though it is true, a wild animal within me, I cannot tame. This animal can love just as much as he can lust. But the heart of this creature has few he can really trust... And perhaps, that is the problem. A problem where few can solve them... But in time. In time. I can fix this heart of mine... I like it a lot! u did a good job for this one |
| Got a little inspiration to write today, since I haven't been able to focus on my work. Among The City Crowd As she stands in her solemn stances, There lies a fluttering feeling from my timid glances. Of all the sights to see among the city crowd, No other seems to be calling my attention so vividly loud. But this vision that blurred within the moments, A snapshot frozen in my memories, treasured in adornments. Heaven blesses these eyes but curses them with time, And so like fates before, the wheels spin on for this heart of mine. |
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