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The Prodigy
His paintings were brilliant.
Immaculate. Amazing.
Their beauty was so radiant.
Stunning. Almost dazing.
They were sought and wanted
by all who gazed upon them.
He was praised and vaunted
in life and post mortem.
But the secret no one knew
held close and ever tighter
though his strokes were true,
he'd rather be a writer.
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Literature
My Fallen Angel
Her wings be not white
but blackened and burned.
Singed by the fall
her actions hath earned.
Her grace is absent.
Neither here or there.
I cannot find it
and I do not care
for though her halo
be shattered and rent,
it changes not
that she's heaven-sent.
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Literature
Substitute
When she speaks to me,
it's your voice I hear.
I feel like you're close
whenever she's near.
She touches my body
but you touched my heart.
You were much more
than one work of art.
You were my angel.
My one saving grace.
When I look at her,
I still see your face
because, deep down, I know
this fact to be true.
I can try all I want
but I can't forget you.
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Literature
Paint the Town Red
Red on the houses.
Red on the street.
Red on my hands.
Red at my feet.
Red on their faces.
Red in their eyes.
Red in their mouths.
Red in their cries.
Red on their bodies.
Red in their hair.
Red all around.
Red everywhere.
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Literature
The Icy One
Your freezing cold
numbs me
to their burning hate.
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Literature
Rollercoaster
I should have gotten off
a long time ago,
but alas, I did not
and for another ride we go.
The twists and the turns
make me want to puke
and the loop at the end
hits me like a nuke.
Yet even though I scream
for the ride to truly end,
I cannot get off
and it all begins again.
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Literature
Wrong
If I am a sin,
I need not be pure.
If I am so sick,
I need not the cure.
If I have fallen,
I will never rise.
If I need the truth,
then fill me with lies.
If I am a beast,
I will not be tame.
If I am different,
I'll not be the same.
If I should be silenced,
I'll sing a great song.
If I am not right,
then let me be wrong.
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Literature
Within
Here you are again
in a hospital's bed.
Very much alive.
Wishing you were dead
because you know
with too certain dread
that you can't escape
the beast in your head.
It always has you
in a cast-iron bind.
You look for any
escape you can find.
When you think it's gone,
it creeps up behind.
This palpable terror
inside your mind.
It's always hungry.
It's never full.
It will not be sated
when everything's null.
Which is why you try
to do more than dull
this horror's existence
inside your skull.
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Literature
Reminiscing on a Picture of Us
It is a moment
frozen in time.
A memory fond
so very long gone
just like you.
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Literature
Naked
The facade is gone.
The masks are off.
We are naked here.
No anxiety.
No regrets.
We have nothing to fear.
The lies have stopped.
The deceit has ceased.
We speak only what's true.
Our thoughts revealed.
Our feelings shown.
We're who we always knew.
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Literature
What They're Not
They are not a doll
to dress up as you please.
They are not a toy
to pleasure such a sleaze.
They are not the butt
of jokes that are not funny.
They are not a safe
that holds some extra money.
They are not a bag
on which you lay your fist.
They are not a person
that you ever should've kissed.
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Literature
That Noose
It will break more
than just your neck.
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Curse
Curse this bloody rifle.
It hits far too well.
Curse the blooming cannons
lobbing deathly shells.
Curse the sodding wounded
and their ever-howling cries.
Curse the stinking dead
with their horrid, empty eyes.
Curse the stupid men
who think that this is right.
Curse the "great" commanders
continuing the fight.
Curse the entire war
that will not leave my head.
Curse the soldier, me,
for I am still not dead.
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What To Be
Be a blanket
when they're cold.
Be their youth
when they feel old.
Be a map
when they feel lost.
Be their gift
that has no cost.
Be the song
they love to hear.
Be the strength
to face their fear.
Be the person
that they knew.
Be there
when they need you.
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Literature
A War Amongst the Stars
A long time ago
in a galaxy far away,
two sides clashed
every single day.
One of them was losing
and needed a new hope
to stop sliding down
defeat's slippery slope
and they found that hope
in one farm boy's attack
but they did not know
that the Empire strikes back
with vigor renewed
after each defeat.
Vigor that crushed all
and broke their elite.
Hope was lost.
The Rebellion about to die
until it was saved
by the return of the Jedi.
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His paintings were brilliant.

Immaculate. Amazing.

Their beauty was so radiant.

Stunning. Almost dazing.

They were sought and wanted

by all who gazed upon them.

He was praised and vaunted

in life and post mortem.

But the secret no one knew

held close and ever tighter

though his strokes were true,





he'd rather be a writer.
Her wings be not white

but blackened and burned.

Singed by the fall

her actions hath earned.

Her grace is absent.

Neither here or there.

I cannot find it

and I do not care

for though her halo

be shattered and rent,

it changes not

that she's heaven-sent.
My Fallen Angel
Yep, another love poem.

Normally, I'd be berating myself for not being a bit more varied with my topics.

However, considering the state of the world now, I think we could all use a bit more love.
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When she speaks to me,

it's your voice I hear.

I feel like you're close

whenever she's near.

She touches my body

but you touched my heart.

You were much more

than one work of art.

You were my angel.

My one saving grace.

When I look at her,

I still see your face

because, deep down, I know

this fact to be true.

I can try all I want

but I can't forget you.
Substitute
Not dead yet, just kind of ran out of inspiration for a while.

I wrote this one a while ago but never had the nerve to release because I felt it was "sub-standard" in my opinion.

Here it is now, enjoy.
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Red on the houses.

Red on the street.

Red on my hands.

Red at my feet.

Red on their faces.

Red in their eyes.

Red in their mouths.

Red in their cries.

Red on their bodies.

Red in their hair.

Red all around.

Red everywhere.
Your freezing cold

numbs me

to their burning hate.

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For as long as I can remember, I've always had a vivid imagination. Within my mind I've created great tales with so many colorful characters. However, I had no method of showing them to the world until now.

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