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Qhurame Calliope Poem
We are equal
Are we not?
We bleed the same way
We breathe the same way
It's tedious to think
That we care about-
the colour we own in flesh
or the person we love
We are equal
We have a heart and mind
We can create and destroy
But you define a being
By the god or gods they worship
Or by the way their body is formed
We are equal
We all have a role
Whether we are
smarter, more creative or athletic
So why put us in a group
We smile,love
Or cry the same way
Why do we choose to hate
By the words of the unknown
By the colour of skin
By the money they possess
By to whom they love
Or the gender that they hold
Our hearts are the same
Why hate it
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Qhurame Calliope Poem
There's Zeus
The god of storm
The god of lightning
The most powerful of them all
There's Athena
The goddess of wisdom
The goddess of all solutions
The most dangerous of them all
There's Poseidon
The god of the ocean
Who created the horses
The most creative of them all
There's Hades
The god of the underworld
Where death brings the lost souls
The hateful of them all
Then there is Ares
The god of war
The one that brought hate and death to this world
The most heartless of them all
And the star sign named after him
Cursed her
To bring such pain and suffering
Upon her world
Where love is none existent
Where violence is the only answer
Where anger is the only emotion
Why such a brutal star sign
For such a frail girl
Only brings chaos
When all she wants is peace
So let her be
Slowly but surely
Her chaos will
Lead her to her eternal sleep
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Qhurame Calliope Poem
With the burning stars
I only praised for you
I begged for your immortality
And secrets
Now I'm falling
I'm falling into my demise
No prayers to save me
Just perseverance
I was drowned by words
Of broken-hearted promises
But yet only the few revealed it
Changing my own pride
into humbleness
Now I praise to the truthful
And to the authentic
Telling the ones who left me
"You like the person I've become?
Because look what you have done
To make me greater than I was "
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Qhurame Calliope Poem
The night was red
The air is full of clouds
Of ashes and shadows
The cry of sorrows
Starts to crumble
Beneath my feet
When the bones cracks
And breaks into pieces
You see the dark stories
Of their passing souls
That screams for their
Loved ones
The fires died down
The locals flees
It's the end
Like the pompeii
They're all gone
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Qhurame Calliope Poem
Calm down your weeping tears my love
It makes your angelic face break
I can't help feel it in my wake
It reminds me of a tainted dove
The thieves among us
Keep trying to steal your loving heart
And i know you feel an immense amount of trust
Because you hate someone falling apart
My broken angel you don't need to go blindly
You are here in my arms and I'll guide you
You can still reach out kindly
All the pain you have will subdue
No more begging my sweet Angel
You will now see this will start changing
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Qhurame Calliope Poem
The soul of the young
Has been worn by reality
It only takes so long for it
to fade
Step by step
They fall further
And now it's churning
Inside it's core
It getting destroyed
Further they fall
The further they lost their morality
And now they scream for help
Which truly means nothing
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Qhurame Calliope Poem
We wish for youth
We wish for getting younger
And to our dismay
You see the prison
You get locked in
By the great laws
Of society
We wish to be an elder
To get older
And then by our disappointment
You are held in shackles
By understanding
The price of living
in this money driven world
Now the youth
Is believed to be
that they
are elderly
Not realising
The cost of deterioration
You possess
When growing
Age is the number
And stories can hold it
But only for how long
that's the question
Even the immortals
Has mortality
It take a breath
And you then just see dust
of what once was there
Like a rope
How far will it go
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Qhurame Calliope Poem
Our perceptions change
One minute this
One minute that
Memories fades
That's his name
And now you forgot
Chapters changes
You see this
Now it's gone
Our hearts are frail
It beats steady
Then next flat line
And then we don't realise
That maybe
we won't hold on
As long as we thought
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Qhurame Calliope Poem
I only remember darkness
With only liquid around me
I'm not breathing
Nor am I drowning
Months after months
I'm always awake
But just want to sleep
I keep seeing things
These darkened figures
Above me
The liquid around me
Is now killing me
I can't breathe
Like I did a few months ago
But now the seaweed of despair
Is pulling me down
But the knife of desperation
Was in my hand
I kept cutting
one after the other
It kept grabbing
Until it needed to rest
It was my opening
I swam and swam
With the fear welling up
Inside me
It's been so long
To see the surface
When I was almost there
I decided to scream my last breath
And there I was
The whole time
I was not in a ocean
I was in sorrow
It kept telling me
to leave this world
But I kept swimming
And now I see
I wasn't coming to the surface
But to find the light
That I lost so long ago
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Qhurame Calliope Poem
My dearest misery
Oh how-
I pray for your disappearance
With your black hair, grey eyes
All I want
Is that
I don't want to see your disguise
Your real nature
Is brutal
Making me think that way
That I cannot be loved
Or that
Soothing voice reassuring me
that I am not good enough
With all my profanity
I ask you
Stay away from me!
I'm tired
of this
This pain
This humiliation
This sadness
I'm done with it!
It was all because
of
You
And
your voice
You in the back of my mind
My dearest misery
Please now
Lay that noose around your voice
So I can die it down
For maybe moments
Or eternity
Depends on you
So I can vanquish
Your ghastly comfort
From my past days
And now
My current moments
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