10/6/19-10/31/19
A various selection of random poems. Some are awful, some are pretty good. Some of them are the poems that inspired full chapters.
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Miracles of Writing
I think it's a ridiculous miracle
that I can sit here and write
and that you are reading it.

Gravity
Oh steady me.
Be my source of gravity.
Pray things never change...
Oh, change...

Normal
If the sky was always blue would we ever comment on its color?

Hidden
She was always afraid to let them see
For if they ever saw
Would they be able to unsee the
Broken pieces she was
Masquerading as a whole.

Listen then Speak
I never talk
To those who only are prepared to listen
I only talk
To those who will talk back.

Home of a Reader
Words will only be home
To those that visit often.

Comfortable
There is a state of which
Comfortable,
Becomes far too comfortable.
And the thoughts creep in,
Questions no one will ever answer.

Mess of a Girl
She created the mess
Because it was the only thing she knew.
A mess is all she had ever known to exist

Words for Weapons
She could never find
the words fast enough
to create a shield to block the words
the others created
Words created for the purpose of
Causing pain.

Beauty of Wonder
There is a undefined
Everlasting Beauty
That every wonderer wishes to find.

Lost Dreams
The lost souls
often tend to be the
day dreamers that wandered
to far in their wonder.

Forgotten Things
The place where the
forgotten thoughts go
can only be found by those
who remembered.

The Junkyard of Enlightenment
Many things can be found in
The Junkyard of Enlightenment
while one may encounter junk
Many have also been known to
lose their minds and then find their souls

One of Us
You're different
Not one of them,
but you're one of us
And we seem to have found the secrets they refuse to look for.

You Must Be Perfect
Perfection
is expected when you speak of
wanting more
it's expected that you are more
That you are perfect
I am not perfection the world wants from those who ask for more.

When the Armor Fails
Words
I try surround myself with them
create a armor to protect myself
but then I remember they're the very thing I'm try to hide from.

Flames
Doubt is a companion to dreamers
A burning fire, always whispering
And no matter how much
we try to stop it's burning
it continues to burn us.
And recently that little fire
has been growing
It's been getting bigger
changing its shape
It's been whispering to me
late at night
that I'm not good enough for the dream
And it won't stop burning.

The Wordsmith's Sword
Since the age of ten
I knew that all the best swordsmen knew that the best way to sharpen your weapon is with words.

I became all too good at using
words as weapons.

I forgot that it's far to simple
to fall on your sword
And I did.

By ten I had completely
abandoned my old weapon
of simply outsmarting my opponent with words.

I started using my sword
I crafted it out the words of
the confusion of betrayal.

I became not just a fighter but a warrior
I no longer gave anybody even the chance touch me.

Oh did that fail me
Because it is all to simple to
fall on your own sword
And I fell.

Sunsets
Sunsets are the most beautiful
when there are clouds
because there's something for
the light to reflect off of.