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Rapid Realization
A Poem by
Trent Files
I haven't written in so long I don't think I have my touch anymore
We Forgive Because We Must
A Poem by
Trent Files
Haven't written in a while so here it is.
Rain Falls for a Reason
A Poem by
Trent Files
I don't mind the rain It falls from above Down to the earth It's cool to the touch And the pit patter- It's the most beautiful voice The rain is..
Flames of loneliness
A Poem by
Trent Files
A flash in the night An angel had fallen from above Surrounded by blazing light Burning the darkness away Revealing a beauty so splendid It melte..
A Loathe Some Love
A Poem by
Trent Files
With each passing moment My heart begins its daily torment With every second counting My souls a failing ember Yesterday was a day of joy But my ..
A Beauty we Fear
A Poem by
Trent Files
We hide things underderneath a blanket much like the night does but when we show what's within people miss it because they are to preoccupied and they..
Laughter Upon a Deathly Throne
A Poem by
Trent Files
Broken within my mind Crushed from the sanctity into the dirt I do not look for pity Because it doesn't hurt This ordeal I live everyday The fac..
Just Beyond the Door
A Poem by
Trent Files
As I gaze out from my window I feel a sense of longing For that which I cannot explain Perhaps a sense of belonging I watch through pale eyes as s..
Impossible I can't miracle I can
A Poem by
Trent Files
How many times I wonder- Have I fallen into disrepair? Struck with grief- The icy blade of despair How many times will I fall- Deep into a hole o..
Unspoken words
A Poem by
Trent Files
The suns rays speak no truth Of the beauty that lies beneath Buried in a veil of youth Golden in its sheath There is naught that I can compare To..
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