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Waves….

When the waves rise, I feel my soul awakened…

When they soar high, I can feel my spirit raise…

When the waves crash onto the shore, I can feel hope rebuilding…

When the waves are reborn from their ashes, I feel resurrected…

 

 

 

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nature · Poem · Writing

Battle of the clouds

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The dark, eeriness grows as

the clouds skittle together;

Crashing and bickering

Burning bright with anger

bolts of light, streaks of thunder

abound the sky

And then the pearls fall,

illuminating the world

with the beautiful band of colors on the heaven…

 

 

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Poem · Quote · Writing

The battles I fought

 

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There’s more than what meets your eye

you don’t know ’bout the battles I fought

with myself, my mind, my thoughts oh

You don’t know about the pains abound,

I could not put more in a song

I trusted no one except me,

which helped my fly out and soar high

But there’s more than what meets your eye

Don’t ever say, she’s coward I know

because you’ll never know about

the battles I fought

the battles I won.

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Exam · Poem · Quote · Writing

To try or not to try

Hey guys! I am back!!!

Long time since I posted, I know…but i just escaped from the clutches of depression, anxiety, migraines from tons of homework…

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this was probably wat kept me alive this week

Standing up high with the scars of tears still stained on the face,

I could see, through my unfazed eyes how far I had come

I had come this far and I know I can’t let go…

To fight the echoes in the mind yelling give up…Oh you can’t do it….

I just tried walking a bit further

resisting and walking further

further…

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I wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t tried…

 

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Art · Beauty · Horror · nature · Poem · Quote · Simple · Writing

Pitch black

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Pearly white mist wavering in the aura

and a blob of white

glowing in the arches of heaven

held up by tall pillars of green and brown..

Soft hoots and waving leaves,

moving branches and dancing trees,

the still sounds when the clock strikes twelve

and the howls of wolves at far distant…

All existed till man did

 

 

 

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Dragon lair

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His mask was half eaten by fire

when he stepped out from the dragon lair

fine sweat beading his forehead

But a mysterious smirk curled on his lips, unsaid

The long sword encrusted with jewels

will speak of his gallantry and undying bravery

The blood smears on the same shimmering sword

will speak of his belittled achievements

 

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