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The heart is a weak and feeble thing. Persuaded by that which we can never understand: Passion, desire, lust, and "love."
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Neglected, I am nothing but a pawnIn a game I could never understand.Cruel and savage emotions of pure hateEnter the wounds you carved into my heartWi..
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My life, a sea of bloodstainsFull of torment and liesFull of lacerated scarsThat wreak with infected stench,The puss blinding my eyes with tears.My te..
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FrenchToutes les étoiles au-dessus briller dans tes yeuxComme si le cosmos vit à l'intérieur de vous.Mon univers, ma vie, tireDu ..
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And older poem of mine. It is in Iambit Tetrameter, somewhat, it has 7 syllables in each line instead of 8. Similar to Shakespeare's "The Phoenix and ..
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My thoughts on writing poetry. My dreams.
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What is
this life but a mirage, a blaze
That flickers in the winds of time and change?
We are but wicks that yearn the flame's nourished
Warmt..
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I have no thoughts of love, just miserythat fills my soul with every lonely nightspent in my solitude and blinding mefrom finding you, and finding tru..
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How soon the hours escaped this glorious daywe shared alone in our brief ecstasy;and now the hours have passed, takingawaymy darling love, my one, tru..
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Envisioning every moment since last We met and held each other in embrace,My thoughts, my dreams, all remain in the past,Dwelling upon your bright and..
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