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Tiffany Von Tungeln Poem
Let a shallow hold fixate your mind.
We found something quite precious this time.
A darkness pitch black, yet bitter and sweet.
You never know what creatures you'll meet.
There's drunkards,lost pedestrians, anointed sufferers, people so dark.
Find yourself searching inside your own heart.
For something more precious, less dark and more kind.
This is how humanity shall spend the rest of their lives.
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A peace from the rain evokes desire
A clamorous wind breathes content
The fire in ones faith is trialled
A fear in their heart is present
Destiny is but of a notion
Of the days to soon come and pass
But one thing is certain if you listen
Your wisdom is from only the past
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A quiet day sneaks behind you as the world is but the same.
The predictions to your beginning were nothing but a lapse of decay.
Seeking for a sense of purpose, we confine ourselves in such a relative time,
But this is only for the end of mechanical function,
A glimpse of a kind-hearted soul lit up the tired room.
The spark of life set in the people around as they fly.
The infinite sky stretched a little further,
To those who couldn't remember meaning.
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Trembling in the air, a white star does fall.
The soft precipitation has paid us a visit.
Quiet skies are unheard.
This beauty does not flaunt attention.
It simply falls, confident, and unmentioned.
As soon as observed, it draws people near.
A quiet, content day is soon to appear.
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Infinity surrounds the marvelous wonders of the earth,
As it encloses humanity in a captive state.
The courageous force of wonder inspires our direction,
And the seeking of communication predicts our destructive future.
A time known as the end some fear and some destine,
But the light is seen no further.
That of which is so small and furious that it enlightens
Our world to help us survive.
Still something we cannot grasp.
This infinity so small, holds us all,
But you say you have determined your fate.
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The sunset comes, the sunset goes.
The open air begins to close.
The perfect day you wish had been
Was perfectly ruined once again.
The sun was shining hot on the ground.
The wind was whirling round and round.
Space between you and the world,
Began to part into the cold.
Dark cold began to leave a trace
Of the deep darkness that led to space.
Space is you, and you alone.
Once again left in the cold.
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Heat absorbs through the window but times have changed.
A cold, frightening breeze holds it's weight on the day.
Momentary worries fill your head as the curtains close in.
Reunited with evil isn't considered a sin.
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A beautiful blade of grass, gleaming of a sad dew sits on the ground accompanied by many.
All are casual, some soft, some dry,
Yet all so plain and simply satisfying.
The human touch does not hesitate to fall on them,
As they curl and deteriorate,
But a force so powerful takes them on.
A dry tired weed lays on the ground,
Blooming of a yellow powder.
It is dusty, but simply beautiful.
The children come out to play, gentle at their touch.
The weed is picked by the soft hands of the interested,
Still innocent only to be left,
With the collection of common blades.
Oh, so beautiful.
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Flight of it's presence is gone
Anger of the past, constant leftovers
Provocative feelings, displeasure
Can calm your mind of listlessness
Fulfilling power, they're already gone
Remarkable wonder,
What have you found
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Fallen into a deep black hole,
There is no way out, abandoned, not forgiven.
A fear stirs across, no hope for a beginning.
No contact or understanding, I am lost.
No breath could cut me short of anger.
No words could leave behind my sorrow.
No game could convey me happiness.
I am dead, not only inside, but close to spirit.
The loss of spirit was never remembered, never existing.
The loss of spirit contains a non- existing reality, which is your reality.
I am dead, and so is the world around me.
Nobody can deny the truth that I commanded.
Copyright © Tiffany Von Tungeln | Year Posted 2015
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