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Chate Dante Poem
Cupid
strikes
with
an
arrow,
But
indeed
his
mind
is
so
narrow,
That
the
victim
can
barely
feel
an
arrow.
Which
but
hit
the
barrow,
That
he
hurries
off
and
flie's
away,
not
knowing
he's
left
the
man
to
be
dying
away....
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Chate Dante Poem
I feel so mellow,when i
should feel so hollow,Cant
stop wondering about
tomorrow....will i wake wit a
smile,wake with brand new
oppotunities for me to
undertake with full
force....wondering if i could
borrow...that incessant
smile...knowing it will allway's
be on your face even when
life throws you arrows and
stone's...i wish i had the skill
to make from all these arrows
and stones,A fortress....to
fight my battles with
courage....am on a lonely
road and i commuter only for
my love's ride's home...to a
place were i belong...never
forget me my love,As i wait
for your ride from this
loneliness...
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A flashing image...
One am familiar with but yet
not accosted to my mind in
any way or form of
interaction,
Brings fourth fear,
Fear of the unknown,
believe that i will not set my
fears as that of a viking ...
who fears that one day the
sky shall fall..
whatever this image may
bring, it will not be my sky
fall...it will be but only...
A flashing image
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the
depth
of
my
heart
feels
like
its
been
emptied,
the
sadness
within
can
never
be
pre-
empted....
I
remember
the
stories
you
incesantly
told,regardless
of
the
brewing
weather
so
cold,you
were
what
i
would
call
so
bold...
Strong
you
made
me
feel
even
though
you
were
old,i
may
not
have
been
given
a
chance
to
say
that
i
love
you,but
regardless
of
my
failure
to
say
it
i
know
you
felt
it
i
hope
to
see
you
again,but
not
so
soon
because
i
still
need
t
fit
in
my
fathers
shoes.
I
will
miss
you
so
dearly,
it
hurts
the
world
took
you
cruely,
and
i
guess
its
time
for
me
to
accept
that
youre
gone,
it
hurts,but
i
know
you'd
want
me
to
continue
living
my
life...
Thank
you
for
being
my
super
hero
Grandmother
i
will
always
remember
you.....
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Chate Dante Poem
In this hardship of survival
of the fitest...
I detest the idea of "kill or
be killed",leaving me rather
frabbergasted of the context..
i quiver in fear of what's upon
me...
When people remind me that
am a spiting image of my
father, i remember his wrongs
and never his rights...
My brother the complete
spiting image of my
father.Remind's me of the old
man who was there but was
never there, saying but never
speaking,pointing but not
directing,gazing but not
looking.....
I remember the hardships i
faced when all he had to do
was look at me, and help me
find my way again...
My fitness came with anger, it
came with sorrow, and the
undisputedy bitterness of my
soul, brought out the best in
me...like an hatching egg, i
will not beg to be
released...As i am acustomed
to survival..
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