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What IfWhat if every person that you meet becomes your friend?
Would you still cherish them as if they were godsend?
If making connections could be done in a breeze,
Would there have been no wars, just everlasting peace?
What if every attempt that you do always ends up in success?
Would you still struggle and give it your best?
If life were that easy, would you still go on living,
Or just waste your life doing nothing?
What if every choice that you made turned out to be the right one?
Would you still look back to where it all began?
If such thing happened, will there ever be roads not taken?
Things would be too simple, there would be no lessons given.
What if every thing that you believed in turned out to be true?
Would you look forward to something unexpected, something new?
If fate served you everything in a platter,
Would you still be here listening to words of wisdom from your father?
Christmas WishJust like a kid waiting impatiently for Christmas Eve,
There is something that I really want to receive.
One wish that's more precious than everything else,
Something that would make me hear a thousand bells.
Kept in my heart,
In a hidden chamber.
Surrounded by doubt,
Slowly getting stronger.
From the moment we first talked until you became my friend,
You've always been on my mind like a godsend.
You inspired me to do things that I never thought I could,
Let me find a part of me that I believed was lost for good.
That cheerful smile painted on your face is my drug,
Whose effect is multiplied further by your friendly hug.
Is asking Santa to make my wish come true,
Really the only thing that my mustered courage could do?
My resolve is still not enough for me to take matters by my own hands,
Through the years I've stayed a coward forever buried in the sands.
Only on the yuletide season do I feel a sliver o
How Will I Say I Love You in 16 Ways?I would wake you in the morning before the sun starts to rise,
Making sure that I am the first person you see when you open your eyes.
I would make you a hearty meal served on a little table on your bed,
Watch as your face lights up with every bite and your smile starts to spread.
I would prepare the bath for you so you can start clean and fresh,
Making sure that the water's temperature is just right for your delicate flesh.
I would watch you choose the clothes that you want to wear,
Get out of the room and patiently wait until you are all dressed up, beautiful beyond compare.
I would walk you out of the house passing through our perfectly trimmed front lawn,
Opening the car door I would gesture you to sit like a queen about to sit on her throne.
I would drive the car carefully as if you were someone so fragile,
Weaving through the traffic safely for the one beside me - an angel.
I would shop with you at the mall where you used to take me when I was a kid,
Offering you a shopping spree
YouYou are that first ray of sunlight that peaks through the clouds after a few weeks of non-stop rain,
Giving hope to a land that has been forever drenched, it's prayers proved to be not in vain.
You are the first four notes of that beautiful song that loops endlessly inside one's head,
Giving color to a monochrome life that finally begins to traverse the spectrum from violet to red.
You are an epitome of that person who can make another person change for the better,
Giving a second chance to a lost spirit that has embraced failure and under it took shelter.
You are that little speck of courage that builds up in the heart as time goes by,
Giving spark to that first step, to that first try, to that first flight into the sky.
You are my light,
You are my song,
You are my guide,
You are my my courage.
You are mine,
My one and only.
You are you.
Wish Upon A StarMother Star always told me not to fall in love with a human but I guess love really moves in mysterious ways. I know that I am not supposed to fall in love because if I fall too deep I might just give up my light just to fulfill the wish of the one I love. Losing my light would mean losing my life. Then, I would end my journey with a great fall as a falling star.
I first saw her looking out the window one clear, starry night. There was something about her that caught my attention. The way she sighed as she looked into the distant horizon sent me twinkling in delight. The way she fixed her long flowing hair made me shine brighter than usual. I still remember Mother's warning but I just can't help it. I think I've already fallen in love.
Every night I would check to see if she was there and, most of the time, she was. She would just sit there as if trapped in deep thought and then give out a sigh in the end. After that, she would get ready to go to sleep.
She did the same thing fo
NocturneWhen the curtain of Night spreads across the land,
The jewels of the sky come hand-in-hand.
Whereas the Moon foxtrots into the velvet stage,
Hear the clamorous hoots from the waking Sage.
Critters shoot into the air like arrows,
While others slowly retreat into their burrows.
Deathly shades join the midnight symphony,
Witches brew and cast their spells with glee.
Princes clad in armor gallop into the woods,
Armed with steel swords covered with roods.
Save the fair maidens from the fiery dragons,
Then have their tales of courage passed on for eons.
Such things happen between dreams and reality,
Everything is inscribed in the palms of Destiny.
And when the High King of the East begins to burn,
So shall end this jazzy nocturne.
Poor PatThere once was a man called Pat,
Who was rather fat.
He had a cat,
And it slept on the mat,
But died because
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Steal their voices
In this dead
City you rule
With unfair laws.
Living on the floor
Begging for food
We only received
An empty dish.
Smiling you are
In our misery
You bring corruption
To all that you
We need someone
To free us from you
But your evilness
Will hide the sun.
I call it passion. My mother brings me a soother, incased in a miniscule pearl pink circle.
As she walks into my room she hears a few verses of the spoken poetry titled "My thighs":
Sheepishly she asks me to refrain from watching anything that may cause' disturbance to my character.
Spark me off because for her and for many my body is constantly dripping, buttery with gasoline.
A supposed 'defect' that has caused many to label me as "Bitch" because unlike many ladylike girls I don't zip my lips.
In fact any jagged zipper teeth that may protrude from my plump lips have rusted, the zipper itself is broken.
She doesn't understand why I rage against subjects that shouldn't bother my ideal, pubescent mind.
To stop calling my brother "homophobic" because the word faggot rolls down from the tip of his tongue
with stomach-tightening ease.
(but she doesn't tell him to be quiet).
When I tell her I am a feminist she tells me to do my re
The pen is mightier...You may have every firearm in the world.
With every bullet carved and flags unfurled.
But It is by words that true fights are made.
It is by the pen that new stones are laid.
You may wield a sword sharpest of blade.
With daggers many and soldiers stayed.
But it is by the words read that worlds are torn
It is by ink and quill that revolutions are born.
You may kill and ravage the land.
Steal from the many to keep in your hand.
But by the writer's craft you shall be forgotten.
With treasures forfeit and powers fallen.
Never doubt the power of the writer's craft.
For it is by our hands that the world is draft.
Should you forget this simple truth.
The world will rot by ignorant youth.
Remember this simple cord:
The pen is mightier than the sword.
Algorithm - *For GazaThe world ends where the world begins
Infinite loop of insanity
Moment is the hope
And yet go back to one
1492 SUGAR DADDYColumbus is famous because
he thought the earth was smaller
than Venus, and he didn’t know
that America existed,
and after he found it, he still thought
it was Cippangu, off the coast of Cathay.
Father of Our Times!
History’s Great Dumbass!
The ResistanceConfined their eyes
To the darkest place
A world where
The justice has died.
Has been declined
And the screams
Are just wind.
Change the history
They won’t have
To lead us
We will burn
Around the world
Smother the law
With your protest
Create a new age.
The stolen freedom
Replaced with fear.
You can pull
Down the fate
Soon the sun
Certain PeopleCertain People
wonder why I get so passionate
about things like
yet those same people want to call
certain American programs akin to communism,
don't they know the difference
between communism and socialism?
didn't Jesus go out of his way to help
the poor, the sick, the handicapped?
didn't Jesus say
help your brother as if he
were your own family?
where's the compassion in this world today?
where's the kindness that's needed?
where's the love that's wanted?
where's the wisdom that Jesus taught?
and where's the common sense that we need within our lives?
does someone need to show that reflection
of what we are,,.
instead of what we pretend to be?
or does the truth need to slap us in the face
to make us realize that we're only wearing masks
within the real world
and think about
what's really needed
Glorify the ProfaneSet it up as "art," parade it proudly.
Make your campaign to remove it's "stigma."
Take your shame and replace it with pride.
But don't blame me when they mock you in the streets.
Take the disgusting, pretend it's beautiful,
Dance around your perverse cardboard kingdom.
Force us all to accept your twisted lies,
All in the "truth" of your mocking "tolerance."
Throw your vulgarities across the wall,
Shout your obscenities at the top of your lungs.
Be awful, and suppress anyone who disagrees.
After all, you fight for freedom - to be the oppressors.
Write your gibberish and call it poetry.
Pen your drudgery and say it's a masterpiece.
Give me the old art, the old poets, the old writers.
Deliver me from the founts of depravity.
Don't let beauty or art inspire what you make,
Follow your slavers - decadence, perversity, hedonism
Beauty and truth shine brighter than your corruption.
Quick, smother the truth, and no one will find it!
Don't call what you make art, or poetry.
Take care in your wo
GlitchYou can find hidden truths in simple lines,
Even in broken grammar or in faulty rhymes.
One just needs to tap into his soul,
That, among others, is the writer's goal.
Yet for some the ink on paper looks plain,
They belong to a world for the terminally sane.
Believing only what's in front of their eyes,
Imagination and dreams to them are merely lies.
Lucky are those who can see the fault in the system,
Lucky are those who can absorb flawed criticism.
But within the borders of this fragmented society,
Things aren't really what they always seem to be.
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