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Life
Life is an essence
You can't control it
Life is full of levers
The levers control you
But the only way to the levers
Is to escape the darkness
To penetrate through
You have to fly
Out of the sky which lays
Inside of you
Life will bring you to death
Death will create a sadness
A sadness will bring a memory
And the memory brings darkness
YOU
Have to come out of the hands holding you
The hands of life
You have to escape life
Because life is just darkness
In a shadow of fears
Willing to bring you down
The dreams are a disguise
Which teach you
Now remember a time
When you cried
Not because you were physically
But mentally hurt
Remember how you felt
Did you feel that presence in
You
Did you feel that fear in
You
Did you feel the life in
You
All of that was your soul running
Away into the
Depths of the real
Scary
Possibility fuul
WORLD
You will never be able to ruun from
Life,
Tje soul,
The anger,
The fear,
The darkness

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I am light.

I wonder why I have many feelings and colors, but humans only see white.

I hear the birds chirping as people start to see my sight.

I see the end of night.

I want darkness to flee and me to shine very bright.

I am light.

I imagine the world with no barriers, where it isn't tight.

I feel the nourishment I give as people gain their might.

I touch the Earth with my rays and help people write.

I worry if a black hole will come, suck me in, and then bite.

I cry when I here people demanding who's right.

I am light.

I understand peoples’ greed taking flight.

I say that we shouldn't fight.

I dream that everyone will be polite.

I try to say that we need hope outright.

I hope that happiness shall ignite.

I am light.

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Everyday I do the same thing
Wake up, school, eat, work, sleep, repeat
Wake up, school, eat, work, sleep, repeat
That's all I do every single day.
I never do anything else
because that's all I can do
Wake up, school, eat, work, sleep, repeat
Wake up, school, eat, work, sleep, repeat
I am tired of being tired
I am sleepy after sleeping
My time is limited every day
because of my strict schedule
Wake up, school, eat, work, sleep, repeat
Wake up, school, eat, work, sleep, repeat
I hope this changes soon
Looking at my homework calendar
I look at the upcoming events
And more assignments and tests pile up everyday
because thats all I can do
Wake up, school, eat, work, sleep, repeat
Wake up, school, eat, work, sleep, repeat
Everyday I do the same thing

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Bike along your destined path,

While facing the ups and down of life.

Biking up the hill can be very difficult,

But you have to get through it to enjoy the luxuries in life

On the way, help everyone,

Anyone who needs it and anything that deserves it.

Keep all faith as you climb higher and higher,

Even if your bike breaks down, you can fix it

Even if you have made a mistake, its ok, try again and try again,

But you shouldn’t reach for perfection as you will only receive frustration.

Bike back your path if you need to,

But you have to learn from what you have already done.

Don't make the same mistakes again,

Don’t let the ones you have already made hold you back a ton.

Forgive, forgave,

Everyone who isn’t on your side.

Maybe even give them a ride ahead,

On your brand new, polished ride.

Don’t let other people’s opinions weigh you down,

If they are underneath you.

But instead pull them up,

So you have more friends to support you.

One day when your time comes,

Be happy as you bike through the gates.

Laugh as you go through,

Laughing with all your mates.

Follow these instructions,

And you shall be contemptuous with your life.

Now change your bike and take it back to the path,

So you can start a new life.

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Lif is a BIG and Confuzing Plac (ICW Poem)

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Lif is a BIG and Confuzing Plac (ICW Poem)

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lif iz a BIG and confuzing plac.

we don no how it works or y it work

but wee liv in it evewyday.

we cud just be like the ants hoo

don undrstnd how lif works

but they doo what they du

so wey and weir family can surviv.

but sumtime the ant die

and won day we will tu.

but in te mentime we can enjoy

ower little wurld in the BIG spac.

oll of wat is beyond us and ower concerns.

ower job is to injoy the world

evewyday and be HAPPY!

becoz lif iz a BIG and confuzing plac.

lif iz a BIG and confuzing plac.

ewen us and ower wurld is so confusing.

our brane contrls ower hart

but ower heart contrls ower brane.

dey are jus geres in ower bodee system

lik we are smal geres in a big system we don undrstnd.

so don stress urself abowt the big system.

ur gear works ewevyday

and help te big system run.

so don’t wovvy abowt it,

and instead com pla wif me papa,

becoz lif iz a BIG and confuzing place.

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Every single night, words are everywhere

The story in my head forms as the ink dances on the page

Every page the story continues and every cover, a new life is discovered

New adventures are untold, Han’s hand in hold

The sky went from gray to blue as another book was found anew.

A book found in the darkness lights up the world around

Because every night another loved one is out of sight.

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We gather here, we line up, weepin' in a sunlit room
And if I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes, too
Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe
All the hell you gave me?
'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you
'Til my dying day

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace
And you're the hero flying around, saving face
And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?
Cursing my name, wishing I stayed
Look at how my tears ricochet

We gather stones, never knowing what they'll mean
Some to throw, some to make a diamond ring
You know I didn't want to have to haunt you
But what a ghostly scene
You wear the same jewels that I gave you
As you bury me

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace
'Cause when I'd fight, you used to tell me I was brave
And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?
Cursing my name, wishing I stayed
Look at how my tears ricochet

And I can go anywhere I want
Anywhere I want, just not home
And you can aim for my heart, go for blood
But you would still miss me in your bones
And I still talk to you (When I'm screaming at the sky)
And when you can't sleep at night (You hear my stolen lullabies)

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace
And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves
You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same
Cursing my name, wishing I stayed
You turned into your worst fears
And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain
Crossing out the good years
And you're cursing my name, wishing I stayed
Look at how my tears ricochet

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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

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I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

Copyright © 1962 by William Ca

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THE POOL PLAYERS.
SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL.

We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.

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Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

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Touch the wooden gate in the wall you never

saw before.

Say "please" before you open the latch,

go through,

walk down the path.

A red metal imp hangs from the green-painted

front door,

as a knocker,

do not touch it; it will bite your fingers.

Walk through the house. Take nothing. Eat

nothing.

However, if any creature tells you that it hungers,

feed it.

If it tells you that it is dirty,

clean it.

If it cries to you that it hurts,

if you can,

ease its pain.

From the back garden you will be able to see the

wild wood.

The deep well you walk past leads to Winter's

realm;

there is another land at the bottom of it.

If you turn around here,

you can walk back, safely;

you will lose no face. I will think no less of you.

Once through the garden you will be in the

wood.

The trees are old. Eyes peer from the under-

growth.

Beneath a twisted oak sits an old woman. She

may ask for something;

give it to her. She

will point the way to the castle.

Inside it are three princesses.

Do not trust the youngest. Walk on.

In the clearing beyond the castle the twelve

months sit about a fire,

warming their feet, exchanging tales.

They may do favors for you, if you are polite.

You may pick strawberries in December's frost.

Trust the wolves, but do not tell them where

you are going.

The river can be crossed by the ferry. The ferry-

man will take you.

(The answer to his question is this:

If he hands the oar to his passenger, he will be free to

leave the boat.

Only tell him this from a safe distance.)

If an eagle gives you a feather, keep it safe.

Remember: that giants sleep too soundly; that

witches are often betrayed by their appetites;

dragons have one soft spot, somewhere, always;

hearts can be well-hidden,

and you betray them with your tongue.

Do not be jealous of your sister.

Know that diamonds and roses

are as uncomfortable when they tumble from

one's lips as toads and frogs:

colder, too, and sharper, and they cut.

Remember your name.

Do not lose hope — what you seek will be found.

Trust ghosts. Trust those that you have helped

to help you in their turn.

Trust dreams.

Trust your heart, and trust your story.

When you come back, return the way you came.

Favors will be returned, debts will be repaid.

Do not forget your manners.

Do not look back.

Ride the wise eagle (you shall not fall).

Ride the silver fish (you will not drown).

Ride the grey wolf (hold tightly to his fur).

There is a worm at the heart of the tower; that is

why it will not stand.

When you reach the little house, the place your

journey started,

you will recognize it, although it will seem

much smaller than you remember.

Walk up the path, and through the garden gate

you never saw before but once.

And then go home. Or make a home.

And rest.

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Day is at the gate,
I am risen late;
Clouds laze in the air,
Clouds sleep on the grass;
I have song to spare
Till the shadows pass.

Day is at the noon,
No thread of bow or moon;
Rain is in the air,
Drenched and limp the grass;
I have song to spare
Till the shadows pass.

Day is at the close,
Faith no logic knows;
Rain-clouds blur the air,
All the world is dun;
I have song to spare
Till to-morrow’s sun.

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Stay, season of calm love and soulful snows!
There is a subtle sweetness in the sun,
The ripples on the stream’s breast gaily run,
The wind more boisterously by me blows,
And each succeeding day now longer grows.
The birds a gladder music have begun,
The squirrel, full of mischief and of fun,
From maple’s topmost branch the brown twig throws.
I read these pregnant signs, know what they mean:
I know that thou art making ready to go.
Oh stay! I fled a land where fields are green
Always, and palms wave gently to and fro,
And winds are balmy, blue brooks ever sheen,
To ease my heart of its impassioned woe.

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I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

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Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.

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Like a strong tree that in the virgin earth
Sends far its roots through rock and loam and clay,
And proudly thrives in rain or time of dearth,
When the dry waves scare rainy sprites away;
Like a strong tree that reaches down, deep, deep,
For sunken water, fluid underground,
Where the great-ringed unsightly blind worms creep,
And queer things of the nether world abound:

So would I live in rich imperial growth,
Touching the surface and the depth of things,
Instinctively responsive unto both,
Tasting the sweets of being and the stings,
Sensing the subtle spell of changing forms,
Like a strong tree against a thousand storms.

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Shadows, shadows,
Hug me round,
So that I shall not be found
By sorrow:
She pursues me
Everywhere,
I can't lose her
Anywhere.

Fold me in your black
Abyss,
She will never look
In this,—
Shadows, shadows,
Hug me round
In your solitude
Profound.

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Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

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Every seed wanted to be different than the rest
Every seed wanted to be strong not weak
Every seed wanted to be unique
Every seed wanted to be sweet
Every seed wanted to be cherished when eat
Every seed wanted to lead and not be led
Every seed wanted to wear something other than red
Every seed wanted to be different or blue
Every seed wanted to try something new
Every seed wanted to become a tree
Every seed wanted to become free
Every seed wanted to be different than the rest

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I don't mean to make you cry.
I mean nothing, but this has not kept you
From peeling away my body, layer by layer,

The tears clouding your eyes as the table fills
With husks, cut flesh, all the debris of pursuit.
Poor deluded human: you seek my heart.

Hunt all you want. Beneath each skin of mine
Lies another skin: I am pure onion--pure union
Of outside and in, surface and secret core.

Look at you, chopping and weeping. Idiot.
Is this the way you go through life, your mind
A stopless knife, driven by your fantasy of truth,

Of lasting union--slashing away skin after skin
From things, ruin and tears your only signs
Of progress? Enough is enough.

You must not grieve that the world is glimpsed
Through veils. How else can it be seen?
How will you rip away the veil of the eye, the veil

That you are, you who want to grasp the heart
Of things, hungry to know where meaning
Lies. Taste what you hold in your hands: onion-juice,

Yellow peels, my stinging shreds. You are the one
In pieces. Whatever you meant to love, in meaning to
You changed yourself: you are not who you are,

Your soul cut moment to moment by a blade
Of fresh desire, the ground sown with abandoned skins.
And at your inmost circle, what? A core that is

Not one. Poor fool, you are divided at the heart,
Lost in its maze of chambers, blood, and love,
A heart that will one day beat you to death.

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Today, upon a bus, I saw a very beautiful woman,
And wished I were as beautiful.
When suddenly she rose to leave,
I saw her hobble down the aisle.
She had one leg and wore a crutch.
But as she passed, she passed a smile.
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
I have two legs; the world is mine.

I stopped to buy some candy,
The lad who sold it had such charm,
I talked with him, he seemed so glad,
If I were late, it'd do no harm.
And as I left, he said to me,
"I thank you, you've been so kind.
It's nice to talk with folks like you.
You see," he said, "I'm blind."
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
I have two eyes; the world is mine.

Later while walking down the street,
I saw a child I knew.
He stood and watched the others play,
but he did not know what to do.
I stopped a moment and then I said,
"Why don't you join them dear?"
He looked ahead without a word,
I forgot, he couldn't hear.
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine,
I have two ears; the world is mine.

With feet to take me where I'd go,
With eyes to see the sunset's glow,
With ears to hear what I'd know.
With loving family & friends to enjoy life
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine,
I've been blessed indeed, the world is mine.

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Márgarét, áre you gríeving

Over Goldengrove unleaving?

Leáves like the things of man, you

With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?

Ah! ás the heart grows older

It will come to such sights colder

By and by, nor spare a sigh

Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;

And yet you wíll weep and know why.

Now no matter, child, the name:

Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same.

Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed

What heart heard of, ghost guessed:

It ís the blight man was born for,

It is Margaret you mourn for.