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• Poetry > Sonnet
  To my Words

  

  By optimisticpessimist, plant city, FL

  To my words, one day I’ll love you again. The intimacy we shared, I hope one Day will be restored. To birds we’re akin, Flight or fall. Put you on air then I’m gone. My brain fails to make the right connection To my tongue. Transmitters away from seem To run, mouth will never taste ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Dark Beginning

  

  By optimisticpessimist, plant city, FL

  Present and Future can ne’er amount To the strain of the past And all that was wrought No boundaries I see To mark this clear No border to make plain This descendent of pain Ever flowing effortlessly Never ceasing Fluid and cold For present and future can ne’er amount To this, ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Here We Are

  

  By optimisticpessimist, plant city, FL

  Here we are The day of death Silent prayers, without mirth for answer Anguished outbursts Hysteric inhale Shaken exhale Dying slowly upon every wail Reaching vainly Grasping for air Body’s empty Revive we must Here we are The day of pyre This cannot be real Figment of mind, ‘...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Smell

  

  By optimisticpessimist, plant city, FL

  Hyperventilate Choking Tears The smell… The smell of sickness, pain, loss Thick air, Breathing, heavy into my shirt Trying not to smell Loss of innocence, childhood, everything between My heart, Hurt Young sobs crackling Nose leaking Hands working feverishly Guide me out Eyes too ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  War..

  

  By optimisticpessimist, plant city, FL

  Someone asked:what is it good for? The response, nothing For war breeds anger, animosity, and arbitrary annihilation Of entire countries Peoples Races And Tongues And worst of all We have audacity to declare with God's name on our lips This is what we have created What we have beco...
• Poetry > Song Lyrics
  Purity Facade

  

  By optimisticpessimist, plant city, FL

  People see my smile and think: “What a beautiful “nice” young woman” But my smile is just my shroud Inside my heart I’m dying slow Tired of keeping up score Do they know that when I’m all alone The shameful, sin filled thoughts are known? Chorus I put on a face outside Hoping ...
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  INSPIRED

  

  By optimisticpessimist, plant city, FL