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If I could teach the peopleto open their eyes,look past the darkness,reach for the skies,I'd teach them hope,acceptance, to be free,replace their igno..
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A poem about the rarely occurring opposite of writer's block.
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A random impression.
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Darkness looms andshadows grow long.The moon hides behinda thick veil of clouds,the sky pregnantwith the promise of rain.Lightning arcsin a blinding f..
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Written to be intentionally bad. I am rather fond of it for some strange reason, though.
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The rain in my soulhas been collected by the skyand falls in wet dropletson my faceand the sidewalk.
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I know this boy-- his words bring light.I wonder if he knowsthat he carries my smileon his tongue-- his breath.I sit, waitingfor his laughter.
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The roots of cynicism dig deeply,their twining length mirroringthe fractures whichdecorate my heartache.
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A poem to one of my dearest friends after a night of drinking. She sings in every key at once, vomits when she drinks, and drives me beyond crazy, but..
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Gone the darkness from my eyesand the chains which bound my heart,banished along with lonesome sighs,repelled when our music starts.In my life I've ne..
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