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Post by ghostjghost on Oct 24, 2010 20:10:10 GMT -5
"No Peace"
Wanted only peace, Never to know any sorrow. Knowing without any guesses what was happening tomorrow. Only found out that boredom follows. Boredom leads into stagnation. Stagnation to weakness and malevolence. Without a passion for discovery disaster is the consequence. Without things new and changing all the world goes to rot. Nevermore standing still or sliding backwards. I will climb the hill of life and conquer all its trials.
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Post by ghostjghost on Jan 2, 2011 17:52:26 GMT -5
"Catalyst of Sound"
A single note sails through the air. Rising with the wind and fading just as quickly. My mind snaps to find it. Seeking forever the moment between. The spot where sound ends and silence begins. Perfectly balanced between absolute stillness and all that is. The slightest touch, to move me forever one way or the other.
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Post by sora000 on Jan 8, 2011 22:06:07 GMT -5
Ghost you have a great imagination.Not everyone can create so many poems,you should really be a poet.
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Post by ghostjghost on Jan 9, 2011 23:33:29 GMT -5
Technically I already am, anyone who makes poetry is a poet.
Unfortunately poetry won't pay the bills, people may enjoy reading it, but they won't buy it.
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Post by ghostjghost on Jan 17, 2011 21:48:34 GMT -5
"Rainbows of Sound"
Do you hear the sounds of colors. Blue, green, red, and yellow. Ringing like silver bells hi, low, hi, hi. Splashy wet like a river sings Blue, red, green, blue, yellow, green. Bubbles floating to the sky in moonlight. Green, green, blue, green, green, blue. Here they sound together sing. Do, Ray, Me, Fa, Do, Me, Ray, Do, Fa, Ray Ray, Ray, Do, Ray, Ray, Do. Song of color, colors of sound, singing slowly of the painted sky. Here the rainbows of sound do shine.
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Post by ghostjghost on Jan 20, 2011 12:56:53 GMT -5
This is just something that came into my head as I was trying to take a short nap.
"Death of Romance"
Stolen heartbeats fluttering on the wind. Like a lightning strike stealing all my flame. Grey clouds cover the morning sky. Bringing wind and rain and ash. The tune of loves lost refrain sitting in my mind. heartbreaking, heartbroken as time stands still.
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