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Premium Member Gentle Ripples
 A lone silhouette in twilight,
  She dip her jug in waters from
 which Moses the prophet was drawn
  It ripples ever so gently;
  And though the Pharaohs no longer make waves,
 The river still has a story to tell

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Categories: make waves, history, river,
Form: Verse

Trying to drift
Not wanting to make waves.
Watching the deluge grow ever deeper
Submerging resolution with it's coldness
Drowning thought with it's weight.
Too tired to tread water,
Trying just to stay afloat.
Looking for something to hold onto
Being scared and all alone.
Darkness starting to take over
Knowing that I'm going down.
Held under by my numbness
Please God, I don't want to drown....

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Categories: make waves, confusion, loss, sad,
Form: I do not know?
Tabled all my thoughts to keep them empty
Walked alone to make the voices die
Never thought pebbles would make waves that crested over all the sunlight
and brought my hopes down with the colors of the sky

Nothing there to balance what is spinning
I cannot let the phantoms gain control
My pulse quickens as the chaos starts to envelope all the silence
Can't make the pieces come together as a whole...

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Categories: make waves, devotion, sad
Form: Free verse
ENTJ- Get out of my way
ISFJ- I don't make waves
ESFP- Everybody look at me
ESTJ- Do it right away
INFP- Unicorns are pretty
ESTP- I've got an STD
INFJ- Less traveled is the way
ESFJ- Is everything okay?
ENFP- unsafe at any speed
INTJ- delta squared over K
ENTP- Is tripping on LSD
ISTJ- The same thing every day
ISFP- I'm nice basically
INTP- sees things scientifically
ISTP- I think mechanically
ENFJ- Gives hugs everyday...

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Categories: make waves, psychological,
Form: Rhyme
Empty Highs
Delving Into a Fury,
Is it Hunger?
There is a pit,
Where a Deep Well of Anguish
Drowns Sugar Rushes.
Empty Highs!

“Cometh the Hour, Cometh the Man”
Bellowing an urge of Aggression With
Delicate Sighs.
This Is my Contradiction.

To Feel So Far Away
When There Is No Needed Distance between
Me and Myself.
I am An Island and Must Accept 
I am My Own Company
There Is No Sorry Symphony.
Just the Crashing of Judgmental Waves.

I make waves.

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Categories: make waves, angst
Form: I do not know?