Art Lost Poems

In the silent kingdom of lost seasons, where shadows measure the silence,
A day will dawn when you let the burdens of confession fall like leaves,
An...

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"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.” 
~ Sophocles, Greek Poet

Love, where travels thou diminishing shade?
This...

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In the Land of the Lost, on my floor;folks crazed 
A wod jane does yell trash in flush room.; felt miffed
My nerves tense, on this...

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The world plunged into darkness, on the day you said goodbye.

You were my sun and you were my moon,
You was the light in every room.

Time...

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In the quiet of dawn's tender light,
Our love blooms like a rose, delicate and bright.
Your laughter, a gentle breeze that stirs my soul,
A melody that...

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Where do all the pens go
that's what I wanna know

Did we give them to friends
who might keep them (depends)

Maybe burglars stole them
but not jewelry or...

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Created to love and be loved
Where love in it's purest is sacrificial above all things
Love seeks not its own interest but the interest of the...

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Could have wished, would have shown me earlier,
If it weren't only for the tranquil color,
Covering energy, wasted serene past finally dissipated,
Uncomfortable in others' comfort, glossy...

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          Revisiting the Lost Swastika
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           ...

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How shall we begin? 
I'll do my best to fit in, 
transcending silhouette, minimalistic.
Expressive curves, pause for a second,
what is it that you've seen? 

Move...

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*Written for an AP contest in which the theme was to write 
an alternate ending for a favorite book, poem etc.  


Shakespeare's quill gave...

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Yes, he was born to blow my mind,
And I was born to write sad stories.
He reminds me of someone,
Giving me an access to my forbidden...

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there is no art in oblivion
lack of consciousness
not still, but empty
time passing 
as cease to be present 
no thought is given 
to those that remember
each...

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I hold your hand, my guiding light
To our home, a warm November hearth
My treasure, my altar to life

Sweetest coffee, my pure delight
Blanket of bliss, your...

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my mind does not understand 
when you are sending me feelings
through the mill of the mind 
no matter how loud that would be, 
wouldn't focus the world 
twenty...

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