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RadiantThe light of day drains from the sky,
Trickling in channels to the earth.
Clouds curl amongst it,
Like wrinkles etched to its skin.
Coiled to the rope of time, the sun sinks on cue,
Lower and lower it goes..
The air is still. Quiet and cool.
A fire of colour erupts, shimmering and scattering the air,
across the horizon like a candle brought to life,
the sky explodes with vibrant colour, that a-blazes golden light.
Bursting at the seams, the sky is filled, it fills,
with the essence of the day departing.
Farwell my day, farewell.
The Daughter Of God
as the endless, unstoppable
night expands, the ethereal
sons of light takes their seat
in a chancery in empyrean.
the court is in session, they,
will soon be in a discussion,
perhaps about the earth's
mishaps or triumphs, they
may be there all night, for
as long as the night will be
there. this connotes forever
so near yet so far fro court,
is a islet planet asylum for
the daughter of God, who
gave her an Einstein rosen
bridge so that there would
be a universe between them
thinking and seeing her,
at her wish.
she was loved by her brothers,
though they treated her like a
dove. they thought that she
would only be happy if she
was free, so they said that they
could only love her if she was.
she wouldn't run away.
they would let her go.
tho she was the most
beautifulest of all of
them in the cosmos.
they would cover for
her in the tribunal,
and they would look
forward to seeing her
every time she returned,
with a big smile on her
face as she voiced every
thing that sh
Eraser or Pencil?Haven't you wished
you could erase a choice you regret?
Would you wipe away a mistake
or a person you had met?
Guilt can eat away at the mind
If you erased a certain decision
what answer do you think you would find?
To bring a chance you missed
perhaps it's a pencil you need!
Which moment would you take
in which you might succeed?
Think about what could happen . . .
What events would take place?
Would it lead to your demise
or would you win the race?
Now consider this:
Which would you choose
to be your utensil?
Forbidden love Forbidden love
A forbidden love grows deep inside of me. Sadly i cant tell him what i truly see. And he can never fell the same, he doesn't even call me by my first name. But i still want to know. Will his feelings for me ever grow? Of course they cant, if he new he'd probably rant. I cant hide this love much longer, because with every second it grows stronger. This poem you will never see, unless u truly do love me...
Your beautiful soothing voice, has given me no choice, but to listen to u all day, yet i cant comprehend a word u say. Yet u still try to help a lost cause,when you'd honestly want to put me on pause. But i still want to get it, so every day it's here i sit. But your just so distracting, luckily you don't see how iv been reacting. I always think of you at night, my thoughts are so naughty that it's just not right. Its making me lose sleep, all because my forbidden love for you is to deep. This poem you will n
La beauté éternelle
Dans tes yeux, tes larges yeux,
Se cache un mystère parmi eux !
Quand le zéphyr, caresse ton pelage,
On peut voir que tu es dans les nuages.
Quand tu rentre et que tu dors comme un ange,
Broken Leg Crisis Part 4Blaine: We escaped alive (Trying to catch his breath)
Candy: F@#$ yeah we did (Breathing heavy) But it’s getting late we need to find someplace to sleep (Escape and run to a local dump) And we can’t go back to your place or my place
Blaine: I know where we can go…
Candy: (Follows Blaine)
Candy: Blaine, out of all the places we could go why the heck did you choose the, “Equestria Local Dump”?
Blaine: Because my house got burned down and we can probably find some big boxes in here and use them to sleep in. Now look around for a box!
Blaine and Candy: (Look for boxes)
Blaine: I found one, and it should be good to hold one of us inside of it
Candy: Awesome, I found some old newspapers and an old blanket we can use them as comforters
Blaine: Did you find an extra box?
Candy: (Still Scared) Nope
Blaine: Well we’re gonna have to share this one?
Candy: (Scared) Are you sure about this?
Blaine: We have no other choice, there’
I am GodI was told I was going to Hell
And only God can tell
Where I would be going when I die
If His existence was something I deny
My soul, to damnation, I would sell
Well my world was crumbling
Maybe religion would be humbling
I repented and all that other shit
Hoping my days will improve bit by bit
Through the prayers I'd been mumbling
But God never came
Everyday became the same
Probably even worse than before
Since I got into that world of folklore
More cynical and depressed I became
You see, I was lonely, hopeless, and I needed
Worlds to help me escape; my emotions were depleted
Good things kept on falling apart
Left me more scars and marks to my heart
Light and hope completely receded
That was when I realized there is no god
Religion and their scripts were only facades
Saying how these things are real
Just so creators and writers could conceal
Their plot to false hope while making money-wads
So religion was something I quickly denounced
Back to my original world I bounced
RealityWhat is reality?
What does it mean to be "real"?
This all seems so
Drawn out, elaborated,
Like some sought of court appeal.
Can a person "understand"?
Understanding is what you feel.
It's just perception.
Or maybe deception.
What you seal
For yourself in the path called life,
What someone else has
Given you as a deal
In the big game
The life you give,
The blood you spill,
This is reality.
Or maybe not.
All has been said and
like the turning of a mill
So the Earth turns
The thing called life moves on...
A Poem for Madam MacabreI cannot believe what Snuffbomb has done.
He soiled the Seer and ruined the fun.
But even if the voice sounds different to me,
I'll always keep watching your show on YT.
The Seer is the greatest thing on DA.
I really don't know what else to say.
I wish that I could be part o.f your crew,
But I really can't so here's what I'll do.
I'll support the Seer in every which way.
I'll make sure it lives to see one more day.
Korbyn is pretty, and Masky is great.
And no matter what Jeff I'll never hate.
If you like this poem, I'll jump up with glee.
Cause I'll be so happy with you liking me.
I wanna help out, I wanna be friends
And that is how this poem ends
Nothing But WeedsBeing a friend is like being a farmer,
Of that I’m now sure of.
You plant friendship firmly in the ground,
And give it your time, hard work, and love.
Being an experienced planter,
I should have known what to do.
I should have better handled
The way I dealt with you.
The plant grew strong and healthy,
A lush crop was in store.
But after a lapse in judgment,
I appeared a farmer no more.
I knew to let it mature
Would be best in the long run.
But, I made a poor choice,
So it ended before it had begun.
In the hole that I left there is nothing but weeds,
With sharp thorns that prick my skin.
So I walk away from the plot, and try to learn,
From the friend who could have been.
VisitorA stirring in the night makes
you slowly lift your head,
Paralysed you glance down
over, across your bed,
Knocking at the window, then
A creaking of the floor,
The noise it stops,
The silence drops,
And then you are a scared.
A glint of a light,
quivers through the night...
Then suddenly a burst of fire
explodes throughout the room,
Filling every darkened shadow with
a vibrant hot red fume,
A figure emerges from the floor,
Expanding 'til it can't grow no more,
Clumps of heavy fur rest
over, across its eyes,
Its twisted spine shapes like
the curve of a half moon,
Whimpers escape your lips,
you shrink beneath to your sheets in fear,
begging that this retched beast,
Isn't really here,
Thunk, thud goes its weighted feet as,
It treads closer, nearer...
And its bloodied claw reaches to you
Everything returns to black.
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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