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Come walk with me, walk with me my dear.
I will tell you, tell you of the world.
Tell you of its wonders, tell you of its tales.
Tell you of the people, tell you of the places.
I'll tell you of the simple things, the ones that trouble us.
The things that need explaining, explaining through and through.
Explain to you the silly things, that keep us up at night.
Explain to you why young birds must take flight.
Come sit with me, come sit with me my dear.
Our world is hard to understand, and only one thing does compare.
Time itself is complex as can be, confusing us is hardly what I'd call fair.
Holding its mysteries, hidden from our eyes.
Being so majestic, yet its all a disguise.
Come listen to me, listen to me my dear.
I could tell you all these things, if only we had time.
I would tell you all of this, all of this and more.
But how I came to know this? Well that's a story for another time.
I will tell you, tell you of the world.
Tell you of its wonders, tell you of its tales.
Tell you of the people, tell you of the places.
I'll tell you of the simple things, the ones that trouble us.
The things that need explaining, explaining through and through.
Explain to you the silly things, that keep us up at night.
Explain to you why young birds must take flight.
Come sit with me, come sit with me my dear.
Our world is hard to understand, and only one thing does compare.
Time itself is complex as can be, confusing us is hardly what I'd call fair.
Holding its mysteries, hidden from our eyes.
Being so majestic, yet its all a disguise.
Come listen to me, listen to me my dear.
I could tell you all these things, if only we had time.
I would tell you all of this, all of this and more.
But how I came to know this? Well that's a story for another time.
Literature
I am a Poet
You ask me who I am , where did I come from
I say: I am a poet, I was born out of the blazing silk of my words
My heart is an eternal rebel, since the dawn of creation
I'm the master of my own words, the keeper of God's secret
I'm the story of that rose shivering on the freezing hill
I live in that oasis of light, in a world beyond your world
The stars stare at my hopes, and hell trembles between my fingers
The night dreads my pain, the morning sleeps on my pillow
I create my words from the tissue of my veins
I weave the images from the feather of my eyelids
I wash my sins away, when I repent between the lines
My word
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For You
Learn what to do and never go back.
Keep walking forward no matter the initial pain.
Put down the blade.
Let go of the bottle.
For love I will be strong.
For you I will give it up.
There may be no easy path to follow.
There may be no simple rules in place.
For you I will do anything.
For you I will gain no more scars.
I have often lived with these problems:
Anorexia
Anxiety
Bulimia
Literature
Did You Ever
Did you ever love someone
So much it moved the earth
Did you ever need someone
So much that it hurt
Did you ever want someone
Who split your soul in two
Did you ever love someone
Who never loved you
Did you ever love someone
So much it broke your heart
Did you ever need someone
Who tore your world apart
Did you ever want someone
Though there's nothing you can do
Did you ever love someone
The way that I love you
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Was talking to a friend and went on a bit of a rant, felt like I was saying good bye for the last time. ANYWAY, this is the result of it, a poem about knowing and knowledge. I think wanting to know something is what has driven man and made us what we are, drives to do things and want to know the answer.
© 2011 - 2024 Jokerman03
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I like it, bit I was intrigued by 'why young birds must take flight', could you please explain what you meant by that?