legendarysaladphilosopher

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[A poem about love that's not meant to be I can't help but feel something is missing]

Two Worlds Apart

He is the sun, and she the moon

He was her yin-she was his yang

To one another, they were the same

With fleeing fathers and kin turned cruel

Each found in the other what home never gave

Their hearts together rethreaded

what their homes fractured

They spoke through night and day

They spoke through the night and day,

They found wild joy in one another's smile

Sharing quiet laughter in the spaces between words

Unburdened by their fate, free to be what they were

Yet, in the midst of it, the truth lingered in the air-

They were two worlds apart

Impossible to come together

Their rifts were written everywhere-

from deep within, to the stars in bold,

undeniable strokes.

Unraveled by the very stars that ruled the sky,

etched laws not their own.

What wasn't possible, could not be forced-

The fate the stars forged had torn them apart

She turned from his light

Knowing her path curved

toward another night-born soul

His orbit defied all the stars,

Chasing her fleeing form from afar,

Yet time dragged at his course-

Every pulse of light screamed against the void,

The sun, shattered by love's burning flame,

Fought the truth but in the end

Veered to another light born soul

For fate could not be swayed

Both now searching for their halves,

But the moon, in silence accepted the cost,

Her heart fractured, yet still whole.

She understood fate in her very core

She carried her love like the night carried the stars

Unseen, but ethereal.

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Growing Up..

Growing up was my dream as a child

I would get to do whatever I want

Enjoy life more they said

Become an adult and be free

I'm growing up now

But so far I don't see it

I don't see what's so great

I always thought life would be easier

But it only seems to get harder

School is becoming a heavy burden

A heavy chore unlike before, when it was fun

Time is only pulling my soul down

Down to the depths of my own hell

Unbearable sometimes even more

I hate growing but I can't get it behind me

It's like an overbearing shadow

Taking more than his share

Reminding me of all I lost 

Slowly creeping its way up to my heart

Until it will swallow me up

And then i'll be at peace..gone

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Struggle of sleep

I struggle with sleeping

I struggle with darkness

The nightmares haunt me

They drive me

They control me

I hate the night

An ignorant reminder

Of my weaknesses

I barely sleep

My heart ever relaxes

Always heavy on my chest

The screams haunt me

darkness becomes my vision

Its endless torment

That scares my very soul

I can't sleep..

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The Hollow Mirror

look at my reflection

And nothing stares back at me

I thought people had eyes

That see and link

But mine art as empty fog

As shallow as the ocean

As dark as earth's core

But I try to love myself

I struggle with such

I wish I was like my father

A bright man loved by many

But unjustly fate took him

It stole my shine,

My smile with him

My happiness...my life

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The fairies journey

A beautiful entity a fairy

She lives in the depths of the forest

Alone and not fairly sane

Her beauty shone through the trees

Her golden eyes-whimsical wings

She drifted like an empty orb

No purpose nor path to tread

She was trapped

But her heart yearned for something

Her heart reached for the unreachable

She flew day and night

Hoping-searching for a meaning

Darkness seemed to be her only path

Only the shadow of night to guide

Fate spoke his voice a torch in the dark

Yet fate had plans unknown to her

Fate had no eyes nor body

But it led her through the forest

Her wings flapping helplessly

Until light creaked at the end

The trees at journey's end

Glowed strange to her

She crossed to the light

Her eyes brightening of amethyst

Her feathers unsheding the dark

A heavy shackle unbound by fate

A radiant glow shadowed her steps

The once unreachable now lay at her feet

She ran through the new forest

Colors unknown to her shining

The grass embraced her feet curling forth

Her lips curling up into a foergin smile

Overjoyed-etranced-as if in a fairytale

At last her soul tasted peace

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The Cries Of The Weak

In the shallow fallow

Whither anon bodies lay;

N'ay, morrow aye, sorrow

Men went whither arrows

A dull rapier now lies blood-red

Heartless knave! Take heed:

Thine 'eart is impure

Thou art big and mighty

Wherefore, are thine eyes dull?

Eyes art as empty as the fog,

Thine heart is most weak

Heavy steps fill the hamlet;

Screeching doors screaming souls.

Pure injustice hither and thither,

Thine hallow only strikes the meek.

Thou mak'st sorrow reality.

Whither once children played now rubblle lies;

The bright sun but gruesome dark.

Wherefore, dost thou feign thy strength?

Forsooth, dark fate shalt pursue thee

A pox upon thee, Foul knave!

Thy time shalt come unto an end;

Thy deeds shall comst back and strike thee low.

Pure agony and despair shall strike thine heart

Peace shall take place, though scars shall last.

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Mother

My mother never hit me

She believed violence was

Never the choice

I look at her admiring her

But I can't forget

I can't forget her stubbornness

She could never be wrong

Even when she was wrong

The world was wrong

And she only was right

My mother truly was there

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Gleam Under The Eclipse

The sun, so bold, so mighty

She is the brightest star by far.

Her life is most bright;

She make'th reality life.

She dost dance of bright gold,

A free spirit with almost no dread.

Thou doth no breaks

The lonely shadow.

Colorless, with no apperant life,

The moon strikes yet cannot strive,

An empty orb he only but a mere witness.

the moon lives a mournfull life;

Devoid of any feeling.

the dark moon envies her life'th;

He watche'th from the shadows side,

Pale and not remotely sane.

He is covered in her shine,

From her gold beams to her tear streams.

Be not fear'd; 'tis but a foreign gleam.

'Tis but a contorted lie,

A twisted heart.

She can see but cannot feel;

He cannot see but can feel.

Her heart is most drowned,

His heart yet to exist.

A pale peck catches her gleam;

She feels her own sorrow, once unseen.

Be fear'd, her heart rebounds,

A cold shiver strikes down her spine.

His pain nearly seeming too blunt,

She feels extremely in vain.

Her mask seemingly faltering,

Cracks slowly take their own place.

The moon seeks her gleam;

He cannot help but see through her scheme.

His heart maybe takes a beat?

Or so it seems.

The moon reeks of hidden reach,

His inner veil almost now too frail.

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Oh Little Rain

Oh little drops, little drops.

the sound she mak'th is too distracting.

Bold echos ring in our ears,

She giveth and taketh

The little flops like silent rocks,

Drops fall fast, Loud they sound,

With almost no echo.

She mockth us with her wrath

Blocks of loud rage.

She hallows'th like a raging storm,

She feedth the lows and strikes the highs,

The weakly birds doth travel and travel,

They seek but shelter,

But only are giv'n her cold rage.

Whilst the crops strive and thrive,

Her rage is of amaze to them,

Her rage stirreth their roots to life,

Blessing and feeding the needy.

The rain simply liveth, choosing no sides,

She destructeth and restructeth,

Causing both gain and pain.

The birds flee for life,

Whilst the crops get fed,

They feed on her thriving rage.

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Fear

The fear ignites me

Wherever I run

Whereever I go

The feeling follows me

It haunts me

It burdens my very soul

There is no escape

dark and malicious-brutal vile

It's heavy arms cling onto me

It whispers to me

Words and thoughts collide

It's own shadow becoming mine

Yet my shivering soul

Runs in the dark

It runs as fast

No escape remains

No light no hope

Yet I still run,

For fear gives chase

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The Cries Of The Weak

In the shallow fallow

Whither anon bodies lay;

N'ay, morrow aye, sorrow

Men went whither arrows

A dull rapier now lies blood-red

Heartless knave! Take heed:

Thine 'eart is impure

Thou art big and mighty

Wherefore, are thine eyes dull?

Eyes art as empty as the fog,

Thine heart is most weak

Heavy steps fill the hamlet;

Screeching doors screaming souls.

Pure injustice hither and thither,

Thine hallow only strikes the meek.

Thou mak'st sorrow reality.

Whither once children played now rubblle lies;

The bright sun but gruesome dark.

Wherefore, dost thou feign thy strength?

Forsooth, dark fate shalt pursue thee

A pox upon thee, Foul knave!

Thy time shalt come unto an end;

Thy deeds shall comst back and strike thee low.

Pure agony and despair shall strike thine heart

Peace shall take place, though scars shall last.

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Father's Memory

What is a father?

That question stings

Leaving many pondering

A figure almost a blur to me

His memory clinging onto me

It leaves me in awe

My father was a great man

He gave-sheltered many

Yet his presence, a fleeting ghost

Day after day waiting

The slow walking clock

Becoming my only friend

But the time never came

His memory now burdens

I grow without a father

I live without his soul

A piece of me unrightfully stolen

Yet my heart yearns for him

It aches whispering his name

His death took too much

Leaving me adrift in despair

He truly was a great man