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Best Poems Written by William Moore Jr

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Self-Identity

Who am I?
 Why am I me?
 What will I be?
 How do I be me?
 Where is me?
 When is it right to truly be me?

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The Childrens Voices Echo

The childrens voices echo


When silence falls, and children quiet
 the empty orphanage lingers upon us.
 With deathly hollows and darkened space
 the childrens voices echo.
 Once filled with laughter and joy
 the empty orphanage 
has been blown to pieces by friendly fire.
 When the silence falls, and children quiet
 the missile detonated upon the singing choir.
 The songs of peace destroyed by sounds of war
 the childrens voices echo,
 for the empty orphanage stands no more
 Be forwarned that the ground you stand upon
 held the orphanage that was not empty
 on that dreadful day of war.
 When silence falls, and children quiet
 their voices will echo
 and haunt the empty orphanage forever more

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The Key

Chained up to a wall
 Nowhere to run, no one to call
 So alone in this dark dismal place
 Yopu can barely recognize my battered face
 Arms cuffed so tight
 No room to move my legs
 Prisoner of what's right
 My body smacked with eggs
 Lessons must be learned
 or else I'll get burned
 My body aches with such great pain
 Healing whip scars look like popping veins
 My heart feels warmth, comfort and security
 But my mind hears chains rattling infinetly
 I realize for a second or maybe two
 My dream of freedom will come true
 My heart, mind, body and soul will perspire
 A rampage of my passionate desires
 Life will be complete and hopefully fulfilled
 Breaking these chains that hold me so still
 I have found the angelic spirit to set me free
 My one true love, the other half, my freedom, my dream,
 It's me
 The Key

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Lost and Found

DARK AND CONFUSED, THATS WHATS INSIDE OF YOU(ME)0.
 ANGER AND PAIN, PLEASE LET IT RELEASE.
 PENT UP, DEEPLY COVERED, JUST LOOK INSIDE 
CAUSE ONLY YOU(ME) CAN DECIDE.
 FIND THE SOURCE TO FREE YOUR(MY) SOUL,
 LET IT LOOSE AND JUST LET GO.
 SO MUCH HATRED AND FIRE BELOW,
 YOU'RE(I'M) ABOUT TO BURST BUT YOU(I) DONT WANT TO EXPLODE.
 YOU'RE(I'M) SCARED FOR YOU(ME) BUT YOU(I) JUST DONT KNOW,
 YOU'RE(I'M) A GREAT PERSON ON THE INSIDE,
 TAKE OFF THE MASK, DONT HIDE AND LET IT SHOW.
 WHEN YOU(I) ACTUALLY TALK YOU(I) SHOW YOUR(MY) SOFTER SIDE.
 ARE(AM) YOU(I) CONFUSED AND FEELING GREAT DISMAY
 OR ARE(AM) YOU(I) LOST FINDING YOUR(MY) WAY?
 ITS OKAY TO BREAK YOUR(MY) SHELL,
 FOR ONLY THEN SHALL YOU(I) BE RELEASED FROM YOUR(MY) INNER HELL

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He

He's so irresistible, his touch is like fire on ice
 my skin quivers as chills melt my spin
 the floor engulfs us as we fall into a puddle of mud
 now one mixewr of desire, our fuel ignites it's own fire
 kindered souls are released,
 graceful wings broaden their shoulders,
 all chains have been lifted
 soaring through the peaceful skies
 you can see this through his divine eyes

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Living With the Disease

HERE ALONE IN THE DARK,
 I DONT KNOW WHERE TO GO, BUT I'VE COME SO FAR.
 GOTTA PUSH FURTHER,
 BUT DONT KNOW IF I COULD,
 BUT IF I DONT IM GONNA WISH I WOULD.
 MY HEAD IS RACING,
 BUT IM NOT SO SURE,
 IF THIS IS THE PATH THAT WILL LEAD ME TO MY CURE.
 I WANT TO BE RELEASED
 OH I CANNOT WAIT,
 WITH EVERY DAY DECEASED, I HOPE THIS IS NOT MY FATE.
 I SHALL NOT TELL A LIE,
 FOR I WILL BEGIN TO CRY,
 I AM BECOMING SOME WHAT SHY,
 FOR I KNOW I WILL DIE.
 BUT EVEN THOUGH I SEE THE SPECTRUM OF LIGHTS,
 THE COLORS WILL NOT ALWAYS SHINE SO BRIGHT.
 DO I STILL BELIEVE THIS LIFE IS TRULY DIVINE?
 THAT IS THE ANSWER I SO TRULY QUESTION ON THIS NIGHT.

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I

In the complexities of life "we" find society sometimes defining who "I" am. 
Then "I" try to define "me" only to be bounded by society's "eye." 
"We" seem to agree that "I" appears to be "me," but in reality, "Me" is hidden trying to make "I" agree with "we."
Lost in the translation of who "I" am supposed to be, "I" break the shell of societies "we." Now "me" is who "I" will be no matter how"you" as a society sees "me."