These beautiful and damaging thoughts
Breaking down wall and tower
Crash upon my mind
Flow into the gaps
Etching their names behind my eyes

I once thought
That one day
I would be strong enough
To hold back
The ebb and tide
Of my tears

I hope that day
Never comes

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Poetry is expression based on ideas common to human experience. Poets of antiquity had all of nature to relate their lives to. For them, the world was still full of mystery and uncertainty. In today's modern world, we've lost our relationship to things poetic. Poets of our age are resigned to using antiquated metaphors, which no longer apply to our ( Read more... )

Back behind the brawny billows of Belthazar and Briggem, brood the bulkish blocks of black and bulging brutes bent brazen on branded bandits, bewildered, before the badly bruised boss of the band. Carefully clung childhood chums, convinced of cruel compensation for cunning caught in critical chance. Did doom deem deserved for dastardly doings done ( Read more... )

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