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A paradise shrouded with darkness
A place that seemed harmless
Above a patriarch states below her
She falls with a stinging sharpness

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There is a voice to your eye
That does not lie
That shouts your emotions
No matter how hard you try

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Super Smash Brothers is a great game,
As Splatoon is the same
Those who say otherwise,
Will be put to shame

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Drawing is freedom for your heart
A bird flying beyond a world apart
Relief from panic forever free
Strikes the soul with healing art

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Hunger calls all men
The number of meals may Be one or ten
But if hunger is sated, what matters the amount of meat?
To each their own in their own den

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The moon does wax and wane,
does live, grow, and die in vain.
The wheel of time does spin,
And everything does come again.

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The king looks at the sky
As the warriors say their goodbyes
With the enemies at the gate
The warriors march off, preparing to die

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Two birds as you or I,
Wings aloft - a dance streaking through purple hued sky,
Freedom through mossy trees
Alas the woods won’t miss their mirthful cries.

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When those you loved leave at dusk,
Redial to call those you trust.
At dawn begin the cycle again,
Finding people who leave you in dust.

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Under midnight stars and their iridescence,
You'll find the Plague Parade in immortal dance,
Led by Him of Death Do Us Part,
Lead on, Pied Piper of Pestilence

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I plant the seeds of effort today/
And weeks my freedoms and happiness away/
So tomorrow I can taste the brilliant fruit of insight/
Even though the weariness I harvested will forever stay/

Please let me go back home
In the way one writes a beloved poem
So when I sleep I will forever leap
Nostalgic beneath a blue sky dome

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Music, from the deepest bass to the highest bells

Dips and swirls, pounds, leaps, fades, swells

Makes you want to cry or soar

Entrances you with the stories it tells

Stories of excitement at the first fall of snow
Or the pain of heartbreak and their tales of woe
Or the rhythm of soldiers, marching tall and proud
It's not just notes, but emotions, at the hands of the maestro

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A Lovely Slumber

By: 93370

A ghastly day on a winter night

Lays a boy with an enormous fright

The boy’s head swarming with thoughts

Decides that the night should end with what he thought was right…

A warming bottle of wine

And a bottle of pills that will lead to his incline

The boy takes a swift jug and swallows with swiftness

Soon it will foreshadow his decline…

The night starts with a warming feeling of joy

Turns out that it was just a silly boy

The pills kick in and the boy feels bizarrely medicated

Sick to his stomach the boy resists the urge of vomiting on the toys…

What is this feeling saying the dying boy, with small regret

The night terrors consuming with the cold sweat

The boy closes his eyes

Accepting that he may be engulfing in his death net …

The boy with final thoughts accepted his death

Nothing, not even a regret

He thanks God for the life he lived

And never wakes up only laying on his last breath.

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A paradise shrouded with darkness
A place that seemed harmless
Above a patriarch states below her
She falls with a stinging sharpness

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It seems that everyone speaks the truth but me,
I feel lost while they all look so free,
Well here I am treading this sea alone,
So I guess I'll be quiet and stick to my silent poetry.

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Sadness abundant, skies covered in gray
The end times have come, to whom do I pray?
Hope was lost, 'til the crimson savior said:
"Do you know de wey"

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I plant the seeds of effort today/
and weed my freedoms and happiness away/
So tomorrow I can taste the brilliant fruit of insight/
even though the weariness I harvested will forever stay/

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You claim that I am obscene
As you scan one by one gene
Neither of these chromosomes, XY or XX
I am simply the space in between

Clutching onto the possible causes and effects
Experimenting on me like your test subjects
You say, "This is weird, your baby must be a guy"
You changed me like I was one of the rejects

I know you know that it all started from a lie
Totally preventable, of a view with your eye
Wish I could pinpoint you as one of many suspects
But now I lay down in my room and sigh as I look for the sky

All you had to do was pay your respects
All in all it is not even that complex
Not only genders but sexes are also on a spectrum
This is what it is, what it is to be intersex

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Verse One
The sound of laughter makes me run.
When I hear it, I see the sun.
It connects us to people and places.
Because when you laugh life is fun.
Verse Two
I walk hand in hand.
With my lover on the sand.
The sea mist on our faces. with a ring so grand

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Drums everywhere beat inside us

Rhythm in the air guiding us thus

Purpose given with music

Music breathing life a plus

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Eyes are blind until they’re opened
And all deserved to be fixed if broken
In a world where blind often lead the blind
People who can see are a truly precious token.