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Alara Koc Poem
Thou art tongue-tied, once fate has the stage.
Only the benighted reciprocates with outrage.
Oblivious man tried to plan ahead boldly,
To mold his fortune with one last longing.
He forgot one thing, fate had his plans too.
Meeting is a coincidence, friendship is a choice,
Love is destiny, comes out of the blue.
If you are willing follow the lead,
No escape though, fate drags the reluctant too.
What if we prepare our own future and call it fate?
to shake off the burden.
Having no weight on our shoulders, leaning on a superior
is our guerdon.
But if no one is willing to be the bridge,
We’ll wait on the shore until the apocalypse.
The route is clear, fate is real.
If you want proof, just listen to your heartbeat.
But all the turns and turnovers belong to the passenger.
So, you neither dominate your life, nor desperate against it.
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I learned to not trust anyone like I do
The shadow of a white rose is black too
You made my friends laugh at me
I’ll make your enemies cry for you
I told the devil what I wanted to do
He said, don’t sin because of him
I am not going to stab you from your back
I have my eye on your dreams
The way I return your salutation is filled with animosity
I don’t like to take revenge
But to get even is customary
If you were my dead end, I would dig a tunnel
Now hear my hate whispers through a funnel
Nowadays everyone thinks I lost
But what I lost was only my pawns…
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Alara Koc Poem
am I in love with You,
or the idea of You
i am pleased with the trouble of longing for You.
O Friar!
don’t give me medication
that my destruction lies within
the drops of the poison you will give.
what is harder to do?
to fight for the one you love,
or to try to forget the one you must not.
both are difficult
but not knowing which one to choose is the biggest conundrum.
how do I love You?
neither with my heart, nor with my mind.
mind forgets,
and heart stops.
I love You in this lie world, with my true love.
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when respect is the left acceptance is the right wing
a bird s eye view shouldn t be a world as slashed with slashes
the way it was sliced years ago
shouldn t be the reason for our loathing
when you look beyond the stained glass only the flesh remains
the flesh that is cooked different but tastes the same
they forgot that there are recipes out there
as good as theirs
they used symbols and labels to divide we shouldn t have followed the flow
we must hold hands if we want to grow
they say dogs are people s best friends perhaps because they don t see color
when did we forget that we are all in this together?
birds are flown
fish are floated
by a greater will power
so let s use ours to adjust
those who want to transform the slashes
into full stops by ending us
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Alara Koc Poem
Thousands of drops were suspended outside the glass creating a haze,
Which gave the one that blurred his vision a chance.
It tickled while sliding to his chin,
Giving him the chills of unease,
It left his body aching and wishing
Someone would wipe it of quick.
This time it was okay
If his collar got wet,
Even in a red light
The glass to his left
would leave all
the gazes
away.
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Alara Koc Poem
This owl gives the best advice,
As if he lived a thousand lifetimes.
His wisdom spoke in these words:
“Always move forward from the ones in your herd”
Let curiosity be your fuel
Question the life we abhor
Because everyone must know
What we know best
Is what we didn’t learn at school
He says, push your limits
Discover
The nooks
Mysteries undiscovered
Of
He says, living in one of the oaks,
You don’t notice your chains
If you don’t move
The more he saw the less he spoke,
All this wisdom he seeked to bequeath.
The less he spoke the more he heard,
The weary woodman wrecking home beneath.
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Alara Koc Poem
I am standing on nations
Looking down on others
soon they'll flee
The crimson oceans
Are hiding behind skeletons
I must set them free
Bones will undergo fission
I am a hero on a mission
I must set them free
I will cut through your abdomen
Your guts are spilling from your abdomen
Who are them to stand in front of me?
They won’t have the guts to stand in front of me
I cut through limbs to pave my way
Nothing can stand in my way
Wild rivers are stranded in there
They call me, I here it coming from there
I hear my spear crunching skulls
I am destined atop a throne of skulls
I love seeing their iris turn black
More black than my armor black
I am not done until I am done
That which does not kill me should run
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