Swirling stars,
Moon without judgement,
The black cloak floats,
Across the black lakes surface,
Leaving behind no legacy,
No ripples no dips.
He is the deformity of Society,
He refuses to listen to the conformity,
I hate my mind
Too many thoughts
So random and scattered,
No peace no silence
When that is all that I really want
I know what I think
I know what I want to write,
I just have not ...
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In the forest they twirl,
Around a tree as a squirrel,
They twist and they turn,
Hoping not to burn,
Wishing the trees to teach,
Searching knowledge to learn,
Their eyes you need not breech,
For they clearly churn,
With the light so strong it will make you a leech,
Trying so hard to earn,
That same wisdom yet are so meek,
The fox and the girl,
The dragon and squirrel,
They dance and they play,
In a mysterious world,
We could never comprehend.
They breath the wind,
They design the snow,
They love the hail,
Dance in the rain,
Leave behind all of their pain,
For no longer can it give them anymore gain,
No longer can it be of use to them,
As they twine together up a tree,
Feeling so set free.
CZYTASZ
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Poezja***WARNING- Extreme gore, violence, and suggestive themes*** Poetry, of course, but this is my style my way. Don't like it? I really do not care. This expresses some of my deepest thoughts which I have never said nor written down before. If you do r...
