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Your soul has a color,  Nobody has the same color,  we’ve all experienced different things, And only we know the color someone else radiates, but we never notice our own light,
The feminine energy, The mystical remedy To all the world's problems, the Euphorian recipe.  
The Warrior in Truth is an artist.His sword, like a chord it plays death.His tune of destruction; at times it sounds staccato.On occasion, it’s a swirling crash of whistling fate.
Standing at the top of this hill, I sit, stand, and laugh at hell, Thinking, "What a perfect reflection we see of ourselves."   With respect, "I know it may seem cold to say just what I see,
It's my life because I had lost my sight listening to you It's my life because I am always thinking too much at night It's your life because you make me say everything is alright It's your life because
I want to spend all my lives with you; I don't want us to ever be apart. I think we're stuck like glue; You're the beat of my heart. I think we were meant to be;
If I were to whisper into the depths of the deepest soul,  Would my voice be heard?  Should I venture into the darkest crevice of human spirit, Would I be lost? 
  I will dance with the trees I will smoke all the leaves  I will make love to the sea If it means you will love me You kiss me with the Sun rays,  You cry to me on the rainy days
Because I loved you,  I became, not one, but two identities  One day I would cling to your arms like a newborn baby clinging onto the breast of his mother, while he sucked the life that was given to him
Suddenly I became ur reflection in my mirror.Suddenly things have changed when the worlds' issues grew bigger.And overtime I mesmerized about the shit that i was sick of.Putting in work for people who couldn't care to even pickup.My moral benefits
I long for the abyss spirit and love beyond the universe from my family especially my mom and sister I long for I crave for a deep conversation a passionate kiss, adventure with not knowing where I'm, moonlight lit by millions of beautiful bright
It’s been a few days, Since I’ve looked in your eyes But I know the joy is gone, And you feel empty inside. I peek over my shoulder, Catch you turning away. You think I didn’t notice,
Man lives and dies By the same power. Water sustains life and drowns life. Fire kindles life and consumes life.   Why, God, must life end? Why must You give life And take life in the same way?
Peter Pan was a boy So selfish and coy He lured the unhappy Told them lies so sappy For he would stay young forever The children from home, he’d sever And when the kids grew
I will not start with once upon a time.     This is not past tense.     This is now.     Every day. Every second. Every minute.       Looking in the looking glass,
My friend, foreshadowing, was telling my future. Picture a fortune teller. Speaking with her mind, hands and such amazing creation of sound, her words were confident. She was confident. But, please, please do not.
Blue sea, blue skyEagles, flying highA nation so greatI could not wait For its influence is so greatYou may askWhy I have no hateI will stand proud and sayBecause I live in the USA  
My name is Regan, And I'm pretty smart. I might be small, But I have a big heart. Sometimes I'm quiet, But it's time you hear it. I'll work hard for you And show school spirit.
I've been everywhere, Although my body ain't been here or there My mind has traveled everywhere. I lived on the South Side for nine years And the North Side for eight, But that really ain't right. 
Shout for joy to the Lord, and worship gladly;Come before Him with joyful songs, asserted grandly;We belong to Him, He made us, pasture of the majesty;Enter his gates with thanksgiving, fervent and radically.
Yes!? You feel it don't you? A spark, no, an ember. Oneof many embers, too, long forgotten and with no stir.   A fire once great in your eart. No, not just a flame, but a bolt of lightning,
Lost in the feeling of freedom and joy, Not believing I could loose it all, But who would be so ignorant to risk and choose to fall, I'm silent while I watch them brawl,  Over stupid things like hats or who's tall,
Every morning I wake at 4 AM. I wake at 4 AM and I am ready to be free. I am alone, walking the streets of darkness and wonder,  enjoying my time for me. I realize that this is who I am, the girl who wanders
In this state of my existing poetry means to me An endless free-flowing form of energy. An idea, an emotion expressed in waves Of vocalizations from my brain. The ability to convey What some can't see
We’re not steel We can’t be hit and not fall We can‘t fall and not be broken We can’t  always ignore the critics that judge us at every corner
A little girl or boy, an innocent child of barely any age.You had a life ahead of you, some would be police officers, some would be nurses,Some would be musicians, and others teachers.Your life was taken, taken away. 
I remember the days of having a prime directive The forward motion of my life insured beyond doubt I had a line to tow me in if the tide of the world grew too strong
to the wild spirit woman of the carved and sacred desert, move freely in your primal body glistening with moonrise dance to the current of the boiling river as the dam collapses
God
Hidden in plain sight like a lion in the prairie He sees you, yet is not seen He hears you, yet is not heard But by the ears of the spirit  
As I sit here,Pondering what I would take,On a deserted island,For my life's sake.I can think but of one necessity,For me to survive,My brother is who I'd choose.We are lethal when together,
As I sit here,Pondering what I would take,On a deserted island,For my life's sake.I can think but of one necessity,For me to survive,My brother is who I'd choose.We are lethal when together,
Toxins tickling flesh.. Feuling my desire to be fresh, in this godforsaken mess .. Yet I.. Search for poison to rot my roots.. With two left feet I still rock my boots
All-powerful and mighty one, you sit so highly on your throne. authoritative over each beat, each flow. Oh king forever, you are the river of life, sustaining each cell, each breath, each pulse. Oh yes
I've thought about this question plenty, too plenty to recountI could shame the number of ripples in the water surrounding theisland in which im stranded, with how many times I've rejected You.
Uneventful brain canvass leaves much to be desired.Ancient wisdoms, science laws I've struggled to acquireFrom the corner of my eye they sink into the mirethat stagnant swamp that's left behind when big souls lose their fire.
One thing I absolutely need, Is he who leads. My father leads many, And without him many would be lost. What is great is that we can talk to him at no cost. Without him our hearts would no longer be full,
He laid his life down for me.  Never in my life have I loved someone to this extent! His kindness, graciousness and endearment lives within me. A child of God I might say.
The key to thee is that of three Know this mastory of three and truely shed thy body and be free Live that of three
What have I become? All I want to do is lie somewhere, on the soft and unbroken earth. Feel the pulse of mother's womb, hear the coyotes calling, wade into a cold  rushing river
Match the beat With your heart Let in the rhythm And never part Just let yourself Be swallowed whole Make the music Part of your soul  
5 fantasies fuel my fascination 4 familiar fears fixated on my faults 3 thoughts that thirst for thrills 2 talents taking time to transform into   1 soul that is mine to claim
The heat of my heart is a white-hot flame It bears my values, my views and my name Embers burn my tongue, refuse to be bound Smoke billows upwards, lost but not found  
Your words are the Holy Scriptures I know by heart Confirm me with your smile and let me view God’s art Your hand’s caress surely has power over me My skin is blessed as my mind drowns in dopamine
I strive to be the tree Who stays rooted with gentle strength I strive to be the wind Formless and ever present I strive to be water Able to become any situation I strive to be the bird
My teammates and I inhale the fragrance of cross-country: freshly-mown grass accompanied by a gentle, humid breeze. 
Awakened Spirits Hoping to leave this Earth to Sleep at last
Why do I have to deal with this? This pain with which I can not burden others How do I fight to be seen? When I also fight to hide I need hope But it has fallen away I need peace
I, her ghost She looks forward I reflect back   By generosity She shared her memories Our past, lost hopes, and sad broken dreams  
Mother and Father gave me a kitten. When they knew they wanted one, It took a whole nine months for them to get it! My new kitten was Adorable, tiny, and fragile.  
Slow down slow down No reason to get all worked up on this Take your time, take your time   Never thought you'd be worrying over this Money's a lie, it's a lie  
I know I might get bashed for believing in my religion but honestly I don't care. I have a voice and I'm gonna use it. I've been through alot and surprisingly I'm stillmstanding but I wouldn't be without god and my family standing beside me.
He thought he shared the universe with all;Heard many voices in response remandAn inundation—words unlike his call,From the desert-bare cliff across the sand.Some morning from the parched and thirsty ground
It’s up to us to make it workbut how can weif death holds sway?And yet I still say:no, waitone minute now, shut your eyessee it therein your mind’s eyeshining from afar
No hawk ever spoke onthermodynamicsyet they soar on columns of air—Sometimes I see the pillars in the sky(a colonnade of winds)I enter in at the palace gate. .
Life is awesome, Surrounded by those who love, encourage me each and everyday. Things outside my front door is the world’s palette for inspiration. I get inspired by life.
Whether deep seas or mountain peaks
What we are
Hello and welcome to the grand tour, Saftey exits are to your right just in case. Trust me, many people have used them. If you decide to stick around we're going to have quite the long day,
Echo, you privilege soul Stand by as I pillage your home Watch as they rave your condemnation We have yet to live.  
Let no eye fall upon me and see not my soul.
No one else Under its scrutiny Its light Because you are under it All of your faults on display Just out there Exposed And for EVERYONE to see But you must show them
            Free spirit is my trait I value the most.
This rage does not subside it only ignites me kept on a tight leash i'll find a way try to oppress what what I feel I know what i feel everyday try to work me like a dog
How could I describe? The feeling of waking up To your beautiful face Each and every day
Beyond the shadowy, pitch-black night, A new morning's beacon begins to ignite, Now dawns a day in which you will see, The people's will has set them free.   For all I want to give this nation,
For whome, This may
A strong grip on my spear of light,
Can you feel it? Can you feel that Change? I can feel it blowing our way. Can you see it? Can you see this new day?  I can hear it calling our name.   Change is coming down. Change is coming now.
Do away with material things None of that matters My sole hope for you and your long life is to be  more than you were yesterday scream, love, dance, embrace, and run like hell 
I have always been one to hide from the world. Never been a popular girl, I would hide myself from the world in my room. Behind the door I would lay in bed with the lights off, turn on a tune, and slowly let my thoughts carry me away.
You are the part of me that was always there but couldn't wake up until your gentle spirit rustled me awake.   Suddenly, but smoothly,
I am Bill Gates At least I wish to beileve that's true A high school drop out with fantasies that explains If he can do it I can do it too
Woke Up with my legs open and my mind crossed. "Boys sure do like me" "boys like me" "like me" "me" Boys like to suck me dry. my being, my spirit, my soul;
Ok I’m trapped in this world Matter fact, I’m trapped in my mind
Down the ground lookin' so low All i want to know will I go high, so high that I cant touch the ground? Stuck in this cage with ties that i cant abound I want to be more than this with my uniquness
"I've Learned" by Nicholas Jones.In my 18 years of life,I've yearned for happiness,And I've yearned for strife,I've learned of death,And I've learned of life,
So beautifully flowing, so sporadically chaotic, so miraculously conjoined, the fact of existance, so matter-of-fact, as we live to simply not be. Nothing may begin if there be no end,
My body is trapped My mind is free The spirits that swirl from my body must flee and feel around me the air that they plague a mystical sense so close and so vague 
They're selling "dreams" for the price of your soul. Wrapped in pretty green paper,
I saw the Maker of the Spirits, injecting them with Love.
“We become aware of the void as we fill it.”                                                                                                                                            -Antonio Porchia                
With pansies of mourning delight And posies shaded bright, Waning souls convene the last.  For our mother of ebony sight, The mistress of our midnight,
  Watch What I Become             Smile with relish             Together we still are             Mountains tower between us
Where bramble emotion doth grow, It shall dwell betwixt my lone. Whose sedated strife sprouted with woe  Forsook the rich of thy loam.   Dreary, the bracken doth reach, 
The coals of my forging love Smolder your fortified lips.  But the fool whose refuge commends the dove, Besought conceit to our fellowship.   The hearth now searing the crest,
I heard the grass is greener on the other side Only if you abide By the rules they preach to sinners Only those who reach it are truly winners And the everlasting pulsing is gone I’m coming home
A nimble spirit dancing this wayAnd that way, through the bare tree limbs;Resting for now, this moment.The breeze stirs translucentCelestial void;Cradled by Night,Exquisite,GorgeousNight. 
I had a dream in the past before, a woman so perfect who made my heart roar, her voice echoed through each waking moment, I would feel her touch when my body jolted.
I can feel my heart beat To the sound of the ground beneath my feet   I see what could be mine, A prize above all others. I push myself to do my best I must go on,   Or else my dream
One life One world Many opportunities to make a difference.    To change the world with just one job could be the easiest thing in the world... if it's already your passion.  
Pour he the taste of charlatans  To malice my impeccable restrain. My interstice of perception is as the dove at dusk, But halted in terms of vain.    My pellucid psyche now poisoned
The preceptor is the bearer to lessen My confession, And the aggressive recollection That reigns so freely Competes with the virtuous violence of my future.   
I drudge myself to a rangewhere boys were buzzingby the riflesFantasizing themselves as Cowboysriding the long ride togetherI tried my hand at the complex contraption
I lie here, here alone In silence, sweet silence. My thoughts go Ever on, ever on
Now forever in solitude, You were quondam a token of grace. Roaming the ford of the celestial stream And belonging in my immaculate embrace.    The dulcet hold you whilom knew,
VALIANCE
  So they asked me, "what is your spirit animal?"
But your hands remind me of hope; That maybe I may grasp them, and take yours as my own. And our wings are made of trust; but the wind has gone, so the birds have flown. 
They let Ma do it; An aesthetic state of who she was Becoming greater in a different world. They let Ma do it; She is the harbinger of a spirit to be unfurled. They let Ma do it; 
Alone in the chilling void,Feeling emotionless as a metallic droid.Why am I here?Why can't I stop these vast rivers of tears?Never been so afraid, so cold;Yet, I see a fluttering, red light, so vivid and bold.
When a momentary lapse becomes temporary, You yourself quiver more than arrows. And then a permanent salvation is at hand,Firing straight and true. 
The void asked, "What is the music of life?"I answered, "Silence, my brother." And it welcomed me home. 
Steps echo against a darkness Whispers of souls lost too Raising my head towards destiny Feeling the sensation of gratification The flames overtake this body For now I am free Now I can be
Not alive 'till now.  This is my coming-of-age.  Taking my first step.
Beatitude between us,Wove a cloak of blue.Rally the grove, Pan,Seraphim are true!Hearken, sweet Venus,And linger your love, too.At last, wed your myrtle, for a crown is lined with pearls anew. 
Falling down, falling down And then those words saved me. When I was at home and all alone I looked for an escape So I'd hide and wait, I'd hide and wait And then your voice saved me.
The Whitest Soul I may be,
I have met my spirit Even touched it once With a primly havened tip of a harbored finger But was shocked so shocked that I beheld such a thing in my dank, cavernous arua,
By the River Piedra I sat down and wept All my fears into the stream Carried down to the stones The bones, the sun shone That day, again I await the day That you return home
My eyes. The teardrops of the skies. The blackness of the night. Darkness made bright. My lips. The fruit of the lies. The taste of the men. Hunger in eyes. My hips.
Before I beginI must say this story is filled with an abundant amount of sinIntertwined with remarkable appearanceI repaint this canvas to enhance itsAdherenceFor my thoughtsSadly for heThe creator
I can see, but I am blind. I can hear, though I am deaf. I can speak, yet I am mute. I find myself wandering, like a spirit, Walking the same path over. I cannot tell if a dream has taken me
I'm a chromatic entity A colorful enigma; different hues of reasoning Vibrant as a rainbow, dim as a cloudy shadow Are you understanding me? A red rocket soaring free; just let me be
There is a hawk in me, With talons like razor blades, And piercing eyes like amber stones glittering in the sunlight It screeches like the sound of sharp nails on a chalkboard;
  bounding on the river, while I had my thoughts   about "Where I Lived, and What I Lived For"               a summer and a winter life;            its fogs from frosts in the spring, 
There she is, a girl all alone Others let out, an annoyed moan She sits, her head down, in a book Other play angry birds on a nook She opens a notebook, takes out a pen
To them, i'm a queen. Gayly waving my wand, round and round. Bubbles: each worth a thousand points. No, a million points. The source of all power lies in a  Soapy sphere.
What is it that compels me to write?
The being is away from spirit. Spirit never leaves. Being is always spirit.
The ever passing time has been justified by the rise and fall, of the hyped star, which has seen our planet from the start.
I woke up today Then woke up Then woke up and saw a light so bright it blinded A light So bright it burned So bright it melted my eyes a little So that their essence pooled and fell
A bright star that glitters across the night sky after a long day A rainbow that appears after the rains have cleansed the earth You are there A soft bundle of clouds traveling across the still, blue summer sky
Upon this day hence forth I decree The clarity of life set through eternity Unsettled , torn, weary and worn The aspects to creation settled and born
Unsettled beyond the flow of time, The creature stirs in its prime, Clawing and clashing unto the Veil, With sights blazon and a destructive trail.
My Spirit is running away from me. He can’t take the rules any more. Society is breaking him. What did you expect? Having no power. He Flees.   They apply too much pressure to him.
The idea of being awake... Truly and spiritually awakened from the earthly slumber life puts us in. The dim and dreary box that society puts us in. While in reality we can change the world if only we could awaken.
I want to be barefoot. I want to leave my shoes behind. I want to feel the gravel, touch the squish in the tar, feel the temperature amplified on concrete
Sometimes we have to leave The ones we though we loved Behind In hopes of finding the one We’ve been searching for all along
The silent song of sorrows played with ease, As her tribal dress swayed along the breeze Her feet dug deep into the earth with every stomp In her native tongue she spoke a vicious taunt,
I feel a strong presence of grief And the heartbroken Spirit that has been deceive My painful heart beats fasten
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