

MarathonAwakening with innocence, Starting the race for the race itself, Dancing and laughing with not one care,Marathon
At the starting line, he swiftly begins.
With each new step, his eyes see more, And the world around opens up, Mysteries dazzle and questions sing, As knowledge enters the racer.
Other runners come to him, And he learns the arts of deceiving, Slowly, opinions form and innocence lost, As more and more others enter.
The track gets wider, more is shown, And before long, the road splits. Which way, which path, is right or wrong, And


What does Right mean?In a world without virtues, In a country without peace, In a time without emotions, In a race where money is king, As people paste on plastic smiles, And sirens wail and scream, A lone girl sits and asks herself, "What does "right" mean?"What does Right mean?


Freedom's PathFreedom offers a path to take, A meandering snake too long, With hardships up in every turn, And an end too far to see.Freedom's Path
All you have known is left behind, To follow a trail of danger, But at the other end your dreams will fulfill, Whispers Liberty up ahead.
Freedom offers a path to take, With troubles too many to count, Freedom offers a rocky road, But to Freedom all the same.


Time Goes OnEvery song has been sung, Every thought has been freed, Every tear has been poured, Every story been told. Time goes on...Time Goes On
Every life has been passed, Every sorrow been heard, Every joy has been taken, Every lesson been learned. Time goes on...
Every love has been killed, Every evil been reaped, Every day has been shadowed... And time goes on.


Internal WarWhat you did has caused a war. The war is inside you. Going against your personality is changing you from the inside out. It won’t be easy for you, your entire outlook on life is changing. You’ll be a new person soon and you will have become wiser. Like a caterpillar to a beautiful butterfly you’ve changed rather quickly and now you are just like that butterfly, stronger and better than before.Internal War


Untamed WordsA flow of words Skipping 'crost the stones Never failing to dance as they traverse The river-roads where they blithely converse With each idle visitor along the way. Nature, as she will always teach, Has no resistance From saying what she wants to say to each. So it is with the river of verbiage, Its carefree cadence, Throwing caution to the wind And logic out of the wild domain. That which confines Or never bravely opines Has no place in my poesy untame.Untamed Words
Devious Comments
Consider yourself watched.
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(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
-- e. e. cummings
I love your username on here, btw.
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Things never happen the way it seems...
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Do you know Cat and Lya ofline?
Your poems are very good.
Merry Christmas
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“Now me lay down
to sleep.
Mow da zeebas down
like sheep.
Give dem to me
nice and dead.
Me no happy
‘til me fed.”
-Bedtime prayer of crocs (Pearls Before Swine)
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Things never happen the way it seems...
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Stupid fork, stupid spoon. Stupid Sun, stupid Moon.
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Things never happen the way it seems...
*sighs* Still advertising this site for poets....not really sure it's working, but still.....[link]
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Stupid fork, stupid spoon. Stupid Sun, stupid Moon.
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[link] Omg, this is awesome
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If there was no light, would there be shadows?
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