Poetic Destruction

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    Poetic Destruction

    Fire tormented my soul for the longest time-

    and not it's time for me to bend the light-

    Fuck the spectrum.

    Speaking Redrum to completely confused children.

    A few always seem to catch on that the wrong moment and slip

    through the cracks of indecision

    holding on to a grand illusion,

    knocked back my the second wind of hate and freed.

    Tomorrow we may never see,

    Maybe you and I were never meant to be.

    But yet, I continue to grow

    stronger knowing that all my fears still exist.

     

     

    Angela Stylz

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

    AngelaStylz78’s Poems (16)

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