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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    She sits in the window, high above the road Her expression is blank, a well hidden code, In the dark, she stares out onto the snow. And the emotions she hides are so far below. The midnight is filled with a cover quite long And hours of the night are passed by a dong Desire she feels to have...
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    Her bare feet brushed the cold ground where she treaded. She felt icy stone chilling her bones, while the wind tousled her hair. Up on the roof, the air was brisk and the cover of darkness hid everything. Only the city far below was brightened with the fake light that powered this world. She ste...
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    How do you know you are actually real? Do you say it is due to the fact you can feel? But think for a moment, what exactly is feeling? Is it not a stimulation of my own nerves reeling? A feeling in fact only exists in the brain. And is it possible for that organ to feign? And this brings me to...
  • Poetry > Ballad
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    There is an angel that roams this Earth One who had quite a glorious birth. But now he seems to have broken his wing. And the memories for him still tend to sting. He was a guardian, a protector of man And when he had failed at that, he ran. For this glorious angel, was afraid to fail And for...
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    Ever since she was a child The dreamer had felt the magic She kept it alive deep inside Though her life was often tragic Once she had begun to grow She kept the magic within her heart But there was anguish as well That suddenly tore her apart But what could you say To the sweet little ...
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    Each day she walked the pathways Each day we saw her there Yet people failed to notice her And even less appeared to care. She often wondered why it was That she felt so alone. She was a whisper in the wind, A silent forgotten moan And every day as she passed by We didn’t care to pond...

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