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Awoken by the sun's bold kiss through parted curtains
Softly caressing away those last memories of nocturnal fantasy
As my eyes meet her gaze
The world unfurls like crumbled paper in a light breeze,
Mornings like children at play
Innocent and content..
Everything silver-lined..
That bird of hope held in his eager palms
Let free to meet another morning soul.
Mother Sun holds him tight to her breast
Safe from adolescence,
For the unfurling paper,
Far from innocent,
Makes the boy grow distant from his mother's solace
And follow his sibling days away...
Softly caressing away those last memories of nocturnal fantasy
As my eyes meet her gaze
The world unfurls like crumbled paper in a light breeze,
Mornings like children at play
Innocent and content..
Everything silver-lined..
That bird of hope held in his eager palms
Let free to meet another morning soul.
Mother Sun holds him tight to her breast
Safe from adolescence,
For the unfurling paper,
Far from innocent,
Makes the boy grow distant from his mother's solace
And follow his sibling days away...
Literature
A Poem Unwritten -Revised 2010
"a poem unwritten" -alternate version
this is a poem unwritten
told by a father who still exists
it's about a boy no longer
and a town that fell asleep
the boy broke the cycle
and ended the piercing silence
he fought with his life
so the people may live longer
but the father was left alone
and now he has a body to bury
this never should have happened
but this is a poem unwritten
told by a father who still exists
that day in class
the boy didn't pay attention
as wrote a poem unwritten
when the boy raised his head
looking for an audience
he found a violent silence
when he raised his hand
to show and tell his poem unwritten
Literature
Decendant of Darkness
Angels of death consumes your
Anguished calls.
You fight.
You beg.
Undulating laughter echo from the darkness
In my heart.
I am the forgotten.
I am the reaper.
The evil cries out,
As I watch in silent awe.
The remnants of your mind
Is lost in the storm of death
that surrounds you.
There is no escape.
There is no resistance.
Here from the world i control.
The hearts echos their surrender.
Literature
kaleidoscope.
Even though it is said that the human eye can see about 16.8 million different colors, we're all pretty much color blind in the end.
Today, I am blue, and you are red; today the fear begins again.
The sky is a milky white and your eyes are an empty grey, but you somehow still manage a smile: this is the first thing I notice. The second is that your shoes are untied, then that your gaze seems unfocused, then that your hair is a disaster, then that your voice sounds like rain and I hate rain.
You catch my stare.
I turn away because I am afraid.
You are uncertainty and unpredictability, and for this, I hate you; the unexpected is a d
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Written for those days where you enjoy the beautiful feeling as you wake up but slowly remember those bad things you fell asleep to forget lol ignorance is the true beauty in the world sometimes
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This really invokes some wonderful images. Its great