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Shall I Compare Thee To the Moon's Light

Shall I compare thee to the moon’s light?
Thou art as radiant as thee,
As I gaze upon thee in the night,
You give off the light needed to see.
Thine everlasting perfection,
Brings tears to those who stare,
Thy immaculate complexion,
Is like the moonlights glare.
Thy beauty is untouchable,
Like the light side of the moon,
Thy beauty is undeniable,
And I have yet to become immune.
Thy love is forever in my sight,
For this I compare thee to the moon’s light.

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She Is Gone

She is gone,
She is no more,
She is gone,
Now life’s a bore.

She was so young,
Her life not long,
The pain it stung,
And now she’s gone.

She will never,
She my face,
My heart feels,
So out of place.

She was a child,
Born but not raised,
She was like an idol,
No one got to praise.

I held her once,
Inside my hands,
I could see,
That she was as planned.

She had the cutest,
Most precious smile,
Heartache will hold,
Me down awhile.

I missed her funeral,
Didn’t see her buried,
It happened to fast,
It wasn’t fair.

I never got,
To say goodbye,
And I held back,
Tears when she died.

But now there is,
No reason to fight,
The pain and tears,
I’ve seen the light.
She will never,
Hurt again,
She was my family,
She was my friend,
But now...She Is Gone.

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The Effects of Doubt

Doubt is not a painless emotion,
The ones being doubted are somewhat hurt,
Doubt can be cast from whinst it came,
The doubt sometime can backfire on the dealers.

Doubt is the feeling of uncertainty,
Or lack of conviction in ones life.
In a way you can doubt yourself ,
And cause extreme self-esteem problems.
If you cast a lot of self doubt,
On yourself on a daily basis,
It wouldn’t be uncommon,
To go into a state of manic self-loathing.

Accompanying that self-loathing feeling,
May be deep depression.
Those to can be known,
As the Suicide triggers.

I know for a fact that doubt causes these problems,
Cause A short while ago I was a victim of self-doubt,
I experienced first and the change it caused,
I know to well about the depression,
And they truly do trigger Suicidal Ideations.

The effects of doubt,
Can be long lasting.
They can also be put to rest,
At their earliest arrival.
I have casted out self-doubt,
And with it I regained my self-esteem.
I no longer feel uncertain,
On what I want out of life.
I have conquered suicide 
And self-doubt alike.
No longer shall I fear,
The effects of Doubt

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Freedom

This life Ive chosen,
Shall not be spoken about til the lights have faded to black.
The same lights that imprison 
Every single decision
That shall and have arisen;
The undisputed precision,
The daggar was Hidden,
Buried very deep within
The words you never said back.
Like a clock keeping time;
We all recall the lines 
Stored in our minds
Praying that we may find;
The reason that defines, this thing called life.

Im not here to persuade you;
No Im simply here to pray with you.
Help support and guide you 
While I stand strongly beside you.
Humans, shall no longer hide you;
Demons, no longer confide to you.
The pains of the world
Shall no longer harm, but guide you .

The minds of the masses,
Create and fuel the chaos 
That resides and surrounds us.
The very thoughts, within ones mind;
Hold the power to create
A entity so divine 
Powered by the intentions of swine
Whos only intentions consist of...
Chaos, Mayhem, and Strife.
One may only presume... The losing of ones life.

The unwanted corruption;
Of younger minds
Produced by the swine
To entrap and blind;
The future generations
To preprogram the nation
Void of any determination
To follow their dreams
Programmed for one purpose only
To follow old traditions... and never rise.

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What Is This Pain

As a lad in my early child life, 
I never had the misfortune of this pain.
My lower right side felt like ice in a blender,
As I succumbed to the pain that was plaguing my body that day,
I went to my mom with tears in my eyes.

She looked at my face and you could see her heartbreak.
As a tear escaped her eye unexpectedly she said,
“My dearest child, what is the matter?” 
I answered though the pain for I sought he answer eagerly.
 “Mom?  What is this pain that has befallen my body?
I have never felt such an immense pain in my young life.”

The worry and sorrow didn’t leave her face as she answered,
As I looked up at her face I could see that she was crying,
Tears were flowing from her eyes like the waters of Niagara Falls.
She wiped her face and answer saying this,
“I don’t know what is exactly wrong, but I can assure you.
I will do everything in my power to find out what this pain you are feeling is.”

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Chaos

Chaos and Evil go hand in hand,
Sometimes it becomes too much to stand.
The pains that weigh on every soul,
Weight on me most of all.
The desperation that comes with being alone,
Makes me want to run home.
But that home is where the chaos resides,
The people I love reaprocate.
The hatred I sense from entering the doors,
It hits me fast and permeates my pores.
I never know where the chaos is created,
And chaos and I will forever be fated.
The battle I fight stretches wide and far,
That’s why people can’t see my battle scars.
The hate is great, but the chaos is greater,
A life full of chaos isn’t fair.
Sometimes they merge,
For this reason I grow discouraged.
The rage that comes with this chaos is large,
It comes in strong like a barge.
I can’t continue holding back the pain and tears,
Like I have done for so many years.
When the wall falls and I lose all,
My true, close friends are the ones I call.
Friends come to my aide when I need them most,
And my friends are the best, don’t mean to boast.
They understand my problems as I do theirs,
We help each other fight our fears,
So when the chaos comes with its partner hate,
I run to those who can best relate.
The struggle will end and the chaos will die,
They tell me I don’t need to cry.
My friends are the family I really need,
So when I am down because of havoc or mayhem,
I can simply go and say to them,
“You will never have to grieve of my loss,
For I know this is only Chaos.”

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Til' Death Do Us Apart

I will forever be by your side,
Rain, sleet hail, or drought,
Even if the skies rained fire,
I will stay with you,
Til Death do us apart.
Death has less mercy,
For the hearts of lovers.
It pushes harder to take,
That which doesn’t belong to him.
For the Angel of Death,
Feels no remorse or sorrow,
For taking away lovers,
Beautiful tomorrow’s.
However love fights evil,
Like day fights night.
The horror of this battle,
Can be fought forever.
But only the strong hearted,
And true lovers can make it through.
Thought time and time again,
Tragedy may try to befall upon good people,
If you keep your head high,
You will not be defeated,
And with this victory,
You can truly proclaim,
That my lover and I will be together,
Til death do us apart.

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Stage Fright Conquered

On the stage,
Lights are blaring,
Crowds in a rage,
Everyone is staring;
Eyes are watering,
Lip is quivering,
Knees are buckling,
Thoughts keep racing;
Will I mess up?
Will I pass out?
Will I throw up?
There’s so much doubt;
What were the notes?
What were the words?
I just might choke,
My memories a blur;
The crowd is waiting,
To hear my singing,
My heart is racing,
My head is ringing;
I open my mouth,
To begin the song,
The first not goes south,
I started all wrong;
I close my eyes,
I start again,
In my mind I
Think its time to win;
I sing the first note,
Right on key,
I open my eyes and
The crowd cheers for me;
There is now,
No more fear,
I take a bow while
They clap and cheer.

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Music Soothes the Savage Beast

As my temper rises
And I become angry
I turn to the sound of music
As I become stressed 
And my heart begins to race
I turn to the sound of Music
As the Moon comes out
And my soul fills with doubt 
I turn to the sound of music
The beast within me
Will never be put to rest
But it can be appeased 
Cause music soothes the savage beast

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I Will Not Give In

As the Night dawns,
And the skies turn dark,
As shadows roam my lawn,
And make their mark.
My soul resembles,
The shadows steps,
Dark and purposeless,
Lifeless and upset.
I search everyday,
For the Light,
I hope and pray,
That it’s worth the fight.
As I progress,
On my journey,
I worry less,
Of how my story,
Is going to end,
Of what I’ll find.
I will win,
Break the bind.
And night will always,
Come after the day,
The dark will descend,
But I won’t flee.
I will stand,
And fight the night,
And at the end,
Hold up the light.