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Moonbeams dancing
Across the floor
Dreams are scattered there no more.
Crushed by hate, and words unkind,
Picked apart by the sneering mind
D..
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Writers' block has been holding the reigns, as I struggled to get on my feet again.
My poems a reminder of what I was, what I could be again if I onl..
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I love TFIOS... this is mostly a funny, kinda dumb poem, but oh well. :)
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This is NOT about me. I love my life, this just randomly popped into my brain.
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She dances through life,
the world in her palm.
Not a care in her mind,
all thoughts on her steps,
spinning, leaping, to the invisible notes,
joi..
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The feeling every writer hates... the dreaded writer's block.
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Hands spin round in a hypnotizing blur,
the clock face rears its ugly head.
Time slips through the fingers,
no matter how hard we grasp,
the savio..
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From the point of view of a forgotten imaginary friend.
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Snowflakes fell from the sky that day.
A frosty swirl of white,
Frozen, just like my heart.
So intricately carved,
They sat on her skin,
Too pa..
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Dark, so very dark, and cold, the chill from the old house seeps into my soul, freezing my insides. I am in one of my nightmares, the house clinking, ..
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