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The Pen's In My HandA Poem by BriPlease feel free to leave a suggestion for the title..the title is definitely the hardest part for me |
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Carpe Diem (Sieze the Day)A Poem by BriToday is undefined; unwritten and new. There are no limitations for what today can do. A blank, white canvas; empty and unfille.. |
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The Sound of TimeA Poem by BriDo you hear it? The sound of time. Tock after tick seconds fly by. Encouraging yet hurrying a rhythm and rhyme. Unea.. |
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LeavesA Poem by BriLeaping through the air Ever-changing colors Always spinning through Vortexes and tornadoes Easily whispering Sinking t.. |
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No Sandman In SightA Poem by BriWhen sleep won't come late at night. Outlasting the stars with no sandman in sight. You count sheep, but I create portals. Yo.. |
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And Time Keeps On PassingA Poem by BriAs days turn to months and months turn to years memories fade. And time keeps on passing. As eyes lose their sparkle and innoce.. |
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The Fourth of June, 1923A Poem by BriThe stars know all there is to know about strange sights seen down below. Of all strange sights the stars have seen none stranger than.. |
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BeautyA Poem by BriWhy is beauty in my eyesSo different than that in yours?What is beauty exactly,If it takes on so many forms?What makes something beautiful,Appealing t.. |
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The TruthA Poem by BriThe truth:If no one believes it,Is it still true?Or is it replaced,Covered by lies told in lieu?When it gets to the pointWhere no one remembersHow peo.. |
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