For A Class

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There was a boy John was his name Despite being noisy He was my fav. Dealing with him Was not so easy Maybe that’s why I was affected so deeply. Sugar and spice And everything nice He sure added A twist to my life. An experience I would…

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Originally posted on Thoughts Of A Nyctophilliac:
Eyes like the devil I knew would destroy me Voice like velvet I knew would make me slip Hair a jumbled mess Don’t know if I am blessed An innocent look that lurks Almost hid the devilish smirk Rugged beard Tough to tame Was his heart Too tough…

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A Calm Storm

Something ripples Inside of me Wanting to burst Like a storm at sea. The waves crash As if in a fight The ripples exude A strange light. Is it always calm After a storm? If so, Why don’t I feel so? Like a raindrop On the sea Will I be lost Similarly?

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In A Foreign Land

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Unknown city Unknown place Time moves fast At an unknown pace. White rooms Have slanting roofs Tall towers To look over what’s ours. Leaves turn brown The rain comes down The old stone still stands Pride and honour of this land. The night never sleeps Streets never end…

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He is a writer With words bleeding from his fingers With storms raging in his mind In the calm of the night. He’s got demons chasing him In the day and in the night When nightmares clog his eyes He might as well write. How should I bear it? He asks with all his might […]

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