"Sounds"
By: Lyric
Sounds are power in this world;
The noise you make, the words you say;
They determine your visibility, what makes you colorful or grey;
What determines how people see you;
Their stares of awe or hate.
Sound is beauty, a wave of pattern on the air;
Sound is abhorrent, a discordant pattern torn from hell;
Sound is love, songbirds calling out to each other on the wind;
Sound is hate, propaganda beaming from every console and tv;
Sound is order, connected waves on the largest scale;
Sound is chaos, patterns intersecting and overlapping to create a blanket static;
Yet through all of this, we only learn one thing;
Sound is a medium, through which all can travel;
Sound is soul;
The connected fiber of our world.
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"Stardust"
By: Unknown
In every drop of your blood;
Rests a trillion trillion atoms of stardust;
Forged in the fires of the cosmos;
In the dying gasps of stars long dead;
In the collision of the most massive stars within this universe.
We are all stardust;
We all share a legacy;
We all share a future;
The iron we use to breathe;
The carbon in our cells;
Everything we are;
Everything we could be;
Forged in the early universe;
As the stars themselves grew old.
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"Worlds Of Glass"
By: Lyric
To write without inspiration;
To pull a world from thread;
To yank your mind by the cord of creativity;
When that thread is yet invisible;
And that cord made of glass;
Is to create a world of true blandness;
Of tepid tea and depressingly calm waters;
Of rehashed legend, with nothing new;
With nothing but a reflection of that boredom which plagues the mind of the author;
For the only way to pull a world from the mind of one;
Which has no emotion;
Nor conflict;
Is to pull the world from the mind of one who feels naught.
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A booklet of poems
PoetryThis is a booklet of 12 short poems, written by various members of our system. It will be updated as time goes on with poems we write.