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Love is a complex and interesting thing It amazes us, no matter how we swing It can save you from trouble, free you from pain, But sometimes, there isn't any gain.
Sailing on the sand I know the dangers up ahead My mind is on and ready My heart is leading fully Sailing on the sand
There comes a time when we will be tried,When our coats are sopping wet,And our brains are fried,Our shoelaces swishing through a puddle as we fret,
I can run You can't hide A fortnight ago I swore you died. I watched as you burned Flesh cracked and turned black as the night. Not a star in sight. I watched you melt away
Haikus Inside, there is war. The heart and mind, They quarrel. Like kindred beings. Fell between the cracks. Shortcomings, All too common.
Words, so many words but They can never express fully the feelings that swell inside threatening to spill out onto the sidewalk who's cement tries to be strong but
They say, "keep your friends close But your enemies closer." I ask, then, how do you know? Who is your friend And who is your foe? One moment it's sunshine And happiness and laughter.
People often realize they can endure more than they thought they could when enduring becomes the only option. But sometimes- when people can't endure- they break. break a little,
She doesnt know she poor, Even when life tells her in many ways Her refrigerator becomes empty. Whenever she is hungry she can't even find a whole meal. Her family barley has enough food to last them until they can get more.
No rhythm No rhyme Just me And myself Dark hands Bright face WIth a dim glow in the eyes Worn out By the challenge Of living each day with a smile Inside
Behind the hazel, she's just a lonely little one. Behind the hazel, she wants to the world to be gone. Behind the hazel, she's fighting everyday. Behind the hazel, she's scared in every way. Behind the hazel, she's slightly shattered.
“Free me”, she screams in his face.“No more.No more a moore.I am a river.I flow.I live and give
I hate these ballet shoes Everyday marks another bruise And as I dance with the pain, my brain is in flames, going insane Working double time over what should be considered a war-crime
Behind the curtain What I keep hidden From your eyes and mind Is strictly forbidden Under the mask What a clever disguise
Alone, we wonder through thick of night, Stumbling through the under brush that binds our ankles. The journey is too much for the body, emotions, and spirit. A heavy groaning escapes the lips,
This is what the front line is like A line where all have stood at points in life A trial of tears, stress and pain Deception is an ugly site There is some sort of delight
For a friend I've since lost, this was his challenge to me: "Write me a poem in five minutes. Free verse, but I like rhymes. I dare you to make it fit me to a T, make it totally and completely me." And so, I did.