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There was one time when you thought I,
was perfect, no defects to hide.
Impressed were all, imposed a lot,
On all your minds, but you knew not.
The truth of me, the lies I hide,
I do not lie, but hide I might.
Whatever way, deceived you are.
Blinded by, a truth so far,
So unreal, you cannot grasp.
Believe or not, its truth alas,
But hate me not, that's who I am,
But that's for me, to you I am,
Or tried to be, tried very hard.
To be a friend, one true at heart,
To help you out, fulfill your needs,
Play a small role in your deeds.
Intention wise, I will not lie,
The one thing which I ever tried,
Was to bring a smile alive,
On your lips, to do I'd die,
That's all I ask, not hair breadth much,
Erase my life, if you feel must,
From your life, your memory,
But one last thing before I leave.
Hate me if you feel to hate.
Just don't make the mistakes I made.
For, who I am, I am not proud,
Truth is that I myself doubt.
What I was, I lived in pain,
My life was shadowed in constant rain,
The reason why I smiled a lot,
From inside I decayed and rot.
I hate myself as much you do,
Yes that's the truth, I'm laughing too!
For cried I have too much that I,
Cant cry no more, so Laugh do I.
Forget me now, thanks for your time.
You do your work now that I've done mine.
was perfect, no defects to hide.
Impressed were all, imposed a lot,
On all your minds, but you knew not.
The truth of me, the lies I hide,
I do not lie, but hide I might.
Whatever way, deceived you are.
Blinded by, a truth so far,
So unreal, you cannot grasp.
Believe or not, its truth alas,
But hate me not, that's who I am,
But that's for me, to you I am,
Or tried to be, tried very hard.
To be a friend, one true at heart,
To help you out, fulfill your needs,
Play a small role in your deeds.
Intention wise, I will not lie,
The one thing which I ever tried,
Was to bring a smile alive,
On your lips, to do I'd die,
That's all I ask, not hair breadth much,
Erase my life, if you feel must,
From your life, your memory,
But one last thing before I leave.
Hate me if you feel to hate.
Just don't make the mistakes I made.
For, who I am, I am not proud,
Truth is that I myself doubt.
What I was, I lived in pain,
My life was shadowed in constant rain,
The reason why I smiled a lot,
From inside I decayed and rot.
I hate myself as much you do,
Yes that's the truth, I'm laughing too!
For cried I have too much that I,
Cant cry no more, so Laugh do I.
Forget me now, thanks for your time.
You do your work now that I've done mine.
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True strength is a real treasure.
It isn't how much weight you can lift,
True strength is what you call a gift.
Strength is not about how much you can destroy,
It's about how you can make people feel joy.
It's about how much you can take,
And trust me what I'm telling you isn't fake.
If we wouldn't have the ability to endure,
We would be knocked out before we could act for sure.
Strength is the ability to handle the stuff life throws at you,
Trust me everybody will at one time feel quite blue.
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That is unchanging.
The first leaves start to fall,
Leaving the tree alone, standing tall.
The flowers are withering,
The morning dew still slightly glimmering.
Life slowly being taken from the earth,
Letting the Winter prepare it for rebirth.
After the Winter the earth will be reborn,
The farmers will the harvest their corn.
New flowers will grow,
Be it fast or slow.
Forgetting the Winter and it's icy cold.
Leaving but the future to unfold.
The cold Winter removed old life,
Just to make place for new life.
An end is not always an end,
But make sure your time wasn't misspend.
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Terror of the Red World:
When we first came to conquer Mars
We uncovered a darkness sealed in stone.
For endless years it waited here
On the world that we would call our own.
Through the darkest days the evil festered
Becoming a womb where the demons spawned...
And by the time we learned of them;
We were forced to greet a bloody dawn.
Men and structures
Torn apart.
Corpses lay
Like foetid art...
A horrid chant
Resounded still.
On chilling winds
That broke our will...
Awaken, Awaken, Awaken, Awaken
She who sleeps beneath the sand.
Awaken, AWaken, Awaken, Awaken
Queen who was made to rule this land.
Awaken, Awaken, Awaken,
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This is one of the oldest poems I wrote after "The Maiden" and it reflected one of the many parts of me. I am not the most perfect person for you rather I am not perfect in any sense.
I make mistakes partly because I am human and partly because I am me. But rarely is it the case that I say something to offend you unless you started it! and I never really intend to hurt your feelings. Of course, you may not know every darkest secret of mine but that is none of your purpose to put it bluntly. Anyways i hope you enjoy!
Critiques appreciated!
I make mistakes partly because I am human and partly because I am me. But rarely is it the case that I say something to offend you unless you started it! and I never really intend to hurt your feelings. Of course, you may not know every darkest secret of mine but that is none of your purpose to put it bluntly. Anyways i hope you enjoy!
Critiques appreciated!
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This is very engaging, i really hope it carried on. It's flowy and you can clearly see that you've been truthful with it. The words aren't forced at all, and the work was paid off with the amazing result. Congratulations!