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Literature
The Towers Continue To Fall
In my mindseye I can still see the skyline so clear  
It illuminates the September evening sky
The beautiful city and the beautiful people
Are as proud of their city as the buildings are high
From each and every window of those skyscrapers
On each and every room on each and every floor
Of the Twin Towers World Trade Center 1 and 2
There is nowhere else like this, this is New York
A crisp early Fall evening stirs echoes in my mind
The date is Monday September the Tenth
The year is two thousand and one my calendar says
And the local time is approaching 7pm
Behind the freshly cleaned window panes of glass
I can see people going about their daily lives
And they are soon to be returning to their homes
And their familes for the very last time
I see meetings in offices with half drunk coffee cups
I see people of all backgrounds, men and women
I imagine every one of their lives lived out
From this point back to their beautiful beginning
I see them as infants with infinite dreams
And now I
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Literature
We Do As We Are Told
Do you think that you are free? Well you are not free
Freedom is just an illusion designed to control
I ask myself why some people live their whole lives
Believing every single word that they are told
From the teachers who were brainwashed themselves
But there is no cleanliness in our education
School comes too soon with agenda fueled answers
Before we have even learnt to ask the question
Do you think that you are free? Well you are not free
It's just the bars around your cell cannot be seen
You're enslaved while ministers commit crimes so sinister
And feed you thoughts directly from the machine
The grinding dark forces that control the media
They want you to be afraid of the ''other side''
And frighten you in to demanding for change
Which in turn causes a revolt then a divide
Do you think that you are free? Well you are not free
As when you're divided you're easier to control
Just keep in mind that although we have differences
The most important fight is to keep h
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Literature
An Interest In WorDs (Windows or Doors)
I never had an interest in words
That was until I read yours
My life was like a room with windows
But with an absence of doors
I was able to see the outside world
But I never ventured out
It was your words that made me turn the key
Bravery replacing doubt
I never had an interest in words
Until you showed love for mine
You were just like a broken clock
And it was me who was the time
I could clearly see how your mind worked
Unlike any one else before
I can still see you'll fulfill your dreams
If you replace your windows with doors
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Literature
Just A Teenage Tear
It's just a teenage tear, it will dry
Sorry, but I think I'm going down
No apologies are necessary
I can tell you don't want me around
It's just another day it will pass
The sun will not wait for me to change
I will be easily replaced in your heart
Now doesn't that seem ever so strange
It's just a lonely world I live in
Not even close to the one where I was raised
At what point did I become so lost?
And how long do I wait to be saved?
It's just a teenage heart that has broke
But this time I am afraid it is mine
It now only exists in pieces
Too many to piece back together this time
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Literature
The Three Dimensions of You
Although I am not a wise man
Let it be known that I do have the privilege to see
Something that you can not
The beauty of your face three-dimensionally
Artists put down your brushes
Your strokes can't do justice to the contours of her frame
And poets put down your pen
No verse could describe the light that shines behind her name
Although I am not a wise man
Let it be said that I do have the privilege to see
Your beauty as it outruns time
With each passing year in three hundred and sixty degrees
Artists stop mixing your oils
No colour will come close to matching the shades of her skin
And poets close your note books
As to describe her eyes you would not know where to begin
Although I am not a wise man
Let me praise God that I do have the privilege to hear
Something that you do not
That is your voice resonating gently in my ear
I am an artist, a poet
Guiding images and words to creation from conception
Yet in her soul, body and mind
I have discovered three indefinable dimensions
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Literature
This Is Not The Message
Lend me your ears as I feel like I need to say something
And though it's not for me to defend my faith
Could you please focus on the many who come in peace
Not those few that breed fear, panic and hate
Do not allow these impostors to narrow your thoughts
As there will be less room for you to find
That this level of violence has nothing to do with religion
But rather a brainwashed and vulnerable mind
This is not the message the Messenger sent
This is a misinterpretation of the truth
That disgusts me and my sisters and brothers
Just as much as it disgusts each one of you

Lend me your eyes as I feel like I need to do something
And speak out even if you wont listen
Perhaps your mind has already been too polluted
By the terror on the walls of your minds prison
Take a moment to look at those bars that surround you
They are cast in steel made from anxious thoughts
You worry that you and yours might be next to suffer
So you will remain in that cell you were caught
This is not the mes
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Literature
I Am Just Like Peter Pan
I am just like Peter Pan
Only with out the wonder
The boy who never grew up
And now I'm going under
Wendy, will she save us?
Sprinkle us in fairy dust
And if she does still exist
Will she possibly remember us?
I am just like Peter Pan
But I can never learn to fly
You told me at least I can say
Metaphorically I tried
Wendy has she been watching us?
How I made the little girl cry
Hope she sprinkles some fairy dust on her
And those she loves in her life
I am still just like Peter Pan
But no one believes in me
In an increasingly cynical world
Magic's disappearing ironically
Wendy, can she still save them?
Can she teach them how to fly?
Her words wait by their windows
Let them read and step outside
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Literature
Parasite
The smoke will never clear my friend
While this red mist continues to descend
And the inspired words might not come
Until the last drop of ink in your pen
Parasite, you're just a parasite
Slowly sucking the life blood from my veins
Parasite, you're just a parasite
Erased my identity from my brain
The toxic people in your life
Will always pollute your very being
And the same people will dilute
The visions and dreams you have been seeing
Parasite, you're just a parasite
Leeching on to every noun and verb
So you can use it against me
In some future angry exchange of words
Time will march on forward without you
Obliterating all thoughts of the past
But you and your army of regrets
Will manipulate me to the very last
Parasite, we're all parasites
Too long you and I were left alone
You made me your host and fed on me
And all the vulnerability I had shown
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Literature
A Ramble To A Roar
Seconds do not feel like seconds any more
Minutes seem shorter than they did when I was young
Years pass by without much ever happening
Nothing is right but then again nothing is wrong
Maybe that could be the problem
That life’s slowly passing me by
I walk around with my shoulders arched
Like I’m afraid to even try
Yes, I’m certain that’s the problem
I’m too scared to stop asking why
Do things come so easily to others
That to me so far have been denied

The air does not feel like air any more
Each breath feels like it is racing my heartbeat
I wonder sometimes which one will  prevail
The air in my lungs or the fight in me
Maybe that’s always been the problem
My mind has long since been my alibi
Convincing myself I am okay
When I am clearly struggling to survive
Yes, I understand that’s the problem
I speak to myself without reply
I could ramble on past forever
If I stop I might just crumble and cry

Words do not feel much like wo
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Literature
Footprints In The Shade
Not one of those words ever existed
Before you chose to put paper to pen
Or maybe that should be pen to paper
Okay sorry let me begin again
The order in which you arrange your words
That in turn and time become paragraphs
Each remind me of one of your footprints  
As they follow a long, uncertain path
Uncertain only to us the reader
You know exactly the story you tell
As it’s already happened in your mind
Indeed it’s etched within your soul as well
Not one of those chapters has existed
Before you made the decision to write
But what is meant to be is not a choice
Perhaps we can call it fate if you like
God has given you a free mind and soul
For the times when you can not free your bones
That’s why other writers stand in your shadow
Because unlike them you’re not just a clone
50,000 plus words from your fingers
Not one of them written out of place
From your soul, to your mind, to your hands
A landscape, a sunset, a face
Not one of these feelings had existed
B
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Literature
The Bookcase Brought You To Your Knees
I see your bookcase has brought you to your knees
Because there was too much beauty on its shelves
The dust settled on the sleeves is the book's disease
Trying to hide the story it has to tell
It has grown thicker with every passing year
Shipwrecked words are now beginning to sink
Beneath a sea of silt silent suffering
Now you finally catch a glimpse of the link
Just because the book has remained unused
It does not mean its beauty will diminish
Just because you’ve been hiding in the shadow
It does not mean that your story has finished
You will crawl from the shadows to your feet
Like you’re slowly evolving to upright man
Homo erectus with a precision grip
You will grip this pen as tight as you can
And write about how you tend to overthink
And how your idle mind is still in repair
Knowing that overthinking is natural though
When the alternative is silent despair
You wonder if you can still reset your mind
To how it was when you were unread and young
Dust yourself down and cl
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Literature
Her Father Is A Beast
I sent my child out to school today
With cuts up the length of her arm
Knowing that the teachers will just say
She doesn't seem the type to self harm
I just hope today isn't the day
For physical education class
I’ll give her a note to be excused
But how long can these excuses last?
Such a happy girl, always smiling
Or so they’re lead to believe at least
Such a happy girl, always smiling
They don’t know her father is a beast
I sent my wife out to work today
With the remnants of a bloody nose
And bruises to her upper arms
That I was hoping would not show
I will buy her a long sleeved shirt
As a gift to apologise
Tell her I’ll never do it again
When we both know that is a lie
Such a happy girl, always smiling
Or so they’re lead to believe at least
Such a happy girl always smiling
They don’t know her husbands a beast
I stayed in bed at home today
Cried into my pillow of shame
The aching of my severed knuckles
The only real physical pain
But the anguish t
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Literature
Live Life, Be Brave
So the morning has once again broken
Into shattered pieces of a brand new day
And I’m trying to avoid asking myself
If I’m here and if I’m feeling okay
You see, yesterday I fractured my mind
Now today I am avoiding the cracks
That pave my path towards recovery
But one day I promise I’ll get back
‘You will get back to where exactly?’
With puzzled faces I hear my friends ask
To a point where I feel I am capable
Of completing simple every day tasks
That each one of you will take for granted
But are the fabric of my sanity
That I will weave into a blanket of hope
To shelter my mind from misery
Now the evening has once again arrived
Bright lights ask if I am here or there
So long as I am where I am loved
My reflection and I don’t really care
Because I know I am stronger than this
I am more than the intrusions my mind craves
A 'no entry' sign now greets them at my door
It’s time to just live life and be brave
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Literature
I Like Being Weird
Whether I’m laughing in awkward situations
Or crying when everybody else smiles
I go from wanting to stay in bed forever
To wanting to run directionless for miles
Normality just feels like silent floorboards
And is something I most definitely fear
See I need to creak every once in a while
You won’t understand but I like being weird
Talking when everybody else is silent
Being deathly quiet in a maelstrom of noise
As I decide if I’ll be your friend today
But I promise that you are not just a toy
Normality just feels like empty nightscapes
And is something I most definitely fear
I need the stars to spell out my last name
Don’t try to understand me, I’m just being weird
Regressing to when I was a child again
Trying to forget how I learnt to be scared
Thinking how much I miss the simplicity
And how for this nonsense I was not prepared
But normality just feels like a life sentence
And is something I most definitely fear
At the end of this sentence comes a full s
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In my mindseye I can still see the skyline so clear  
It illuminates the September evening sky
The beautiful city and the beautiful people
Are as proud of their city as the buildings are high

From each and every window of those skyscrapers
On each and every room on each and every floor
Of the Twin Towers World Trade Center 1 and 2
There is nowhere else like this, this is New York

A crisp early Fall evening stirs echoes in my mind
The date is Monday September the Tenth
The year is two thousand and one my calendar says
And the local time is approaching 7pm

Behind the freshly cleaned window panes of glass
I can see people going about their daily lives
And they are soon to be returning to their homes
And their familes for the very last time

I see meetings in offices with half drunk coffee cups
I see people of all backgrounds, men and women
I imagine every one of their lives lived out
From this point back to their beautiful beginning

I see them as infants with infinite dreams
And now I am here witnessing their last day
Why cant I reach them and why cant I warn them
Of the terror that is soon to be coming their way

Of course I had no idea of the atrocities
And the tragedy that would begin to unfold
And its only with the glory of pointless hindsight
That I look with sadness upon those windows

The towers fell and continue to fall  around the world
We are all the victims no matter where we habitate
This global terror can only be defeated
If we stand together regardless of nationality and faith
Do you think that you are free? Well you are not free
Freedom is just an illusion designed to control
I ask myself why some people live their whole lives
Believing every single word that they are told

From the teachers who were brainwashed themselves
But there is no cleanliness in our education
School comes too soon with agenda fueled answers
Before we have even learnt to ask the question

Do you think that you are free? Well you are not free
It's just the bars around your cell cannot be seen
You're enslaved while ministers commit crimes so sinister
And feed you thoughts directly from the machine

The grinding dark forces that control the media
They want you to be afraid of the ''other side''
And frighten you in to demanding for change
Which in turn causes a revolt then a divide

Do you think that you are free? Well you are not free
As when you're divided you're easier to control
Just keep in mind that although we have differences
The most important fight is to keep humanity whole

When faced with their lies about race and religion
And guns that have been supplied to our so called enemy
I hope you know the real foes are much closer
If you do not then you will never truly be free
Jun 6, 2016
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Muhammad Ali
Not jumping on the bandwagon. Just a fan of the man and genuinely sad to see him go.
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lostlightxxx Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2016  Student Writer
thanks for the watch!
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CloudNumber8 Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2016   General Artist
you are very welcome! :)
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sparklez81 Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2016
Wow. Your peoms are AMAZING!
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CloudNumber8 Featured By Owner Apr 14, 2016   General Artist
thank you so much! and thank you for watching me too :)
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F0QS Featured By Owner Mar 15, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Nice poetry.
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