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This is a poems page. So far it is just for mine, but soon it will showcase other author's poetry
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It�s funny, How beauty attracts beauty. How mind attracts mind. Each type reflects the other. A sort of prophetic futile bind. Beauty to Beauty. Mind to Mind. Each end up the same. Both of depressing kind. Each aren�t happy in their silence. Beauty to Beauty. Mind to Mind. Mind yearns for Beauty, And opposite, in kind. Yet never able to cross over. Since Beauty is Beauty. And Mind is Mind. To be stuck in one�s own potential. Is worse than any Hell one can find. How can one be happy with a complete clone ? Of Beauty and Beauty. And Mind and Mind. Both are depressed, it�s ironic. Other thinks other is happy, And hates them in kind. Both jealous of the other. In the cold war ; Of Beauty and Beauty. And Mind and Mind. So , in so many ways they are the same. And yet not, in too many ways to find. One always has to be higher than the other. One has to be happy, the other sad. In this World of ; Beauty and Beauty Mind and Mind | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| Here's Another | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| The moonlight fades into total darkness. The stars burn out their souls. How can the world be so utterly dark, And yet I stay happy. It�s funny�The way I feel now? I�ve always felt the complete opposite. I was always the chameleon to the world. But one ray of light comes� Unlike all the other false , corrupt rays. This one pure. Not white. White is just a mixture of everything. Not really pure; of green and red and yellow� No, she�s a golden ray of light. This feeling I get when I think of her. I mistook for disease. My heart beats so deep in my chest, So hard, a hammer against the brick Wall I�ve put up around me. As it tears at my throat�. I choke. Am I sick ? Foreign feeling� Excitement ? Knowledge that you have someone who cares� No word on paper had the feeling. Total Nirvana, Complete bliss� mixed with excitement. Doesn�t begin to describe it. A poem with useless words, Scientific theories and cold descriptions. Doesn�t do justice to the pure art of ; This Feeling.
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