Love is a LighthouseLove is a LighthouseLove is a Lighthouse
Love is a lighthouse, And I am your boat. Your promise of land, Will keep me afloat.
Amid swells of confusion, Turmoil and strain, If I can just get to you, It’ll end all my pain.
Without you dear lighthouse, I would be lost. Swallowed by waves, Under which I am tossed.
You signal security, The protection of land. I know that one day, We’ll stand hand in hand.
Where are you lighthouse? I can’t see your light. Then ‘FLASH’, there you are again, You’re holding me tight. &
SleepSleepSleep
I want to sleep, But I don\'t know how. Should I count sheep? What an idea! Oh wow!
Maybe I\'ll read, That\'ll do the trick. I know what I\'ll need, A book the size of a brick.
Or perhaps I can write, I\'ll be a great poet. But I can\'t find the light Wouldn\'t you know it?
I\'ll think I\'ll have to stay up all night, I can\'t find anything that\'s going to work. I\'ve even tried dancing and flying a kite, Running and jumping, even being a jerk.
Hang on there now! I think I know what I\'ll do. &n
Friends of YesterdayFriends of YesterdayFriends of Yesterday
Looking back at childhood, Friends of yesterday. Where are they? Who are they? I don't know them anymore. Why didn't we keep track?
We used to... What did we do? It was so long ago. We dreamed and... Talked about the future? Were our goals met? I don't think so. But what would I know? I don't even remember, Friends of yesterday.
Road of LifeRoad of LifeRoad of Life
Walking down the road of life, There's many different ways. People sit beside the road, I hear them call and say, 'Come this way, it's easy, Come this way, it's quick, Come this way, There's no obstacles, Not one, not even a stick'. But I'll stick to this road, 'Cause I know where it ends, It will be hard, And it may have bends. But I know where I'm going, And I know where I'll be. So I'll focus and keep my eyes open, 'Cause I know there's a place there for me.
Green RazorsThe PhotographerShe was the perfect subject. The vivid colours, The precise angles, The exact symmetry. Flawless, she… The image of feminine perfection Filled his lense, And then his lungs.The Photographer
Finger shaking, Breathing deeply, the master photographer Snapped a shot, Trying to capture love In a moment of frozen Time.
The sunrise faded to a Dull glow. The lake waters Retreated, Ashamed of their appearance.
He paused to bask In that second of gl
im back
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'But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.' - Isaiah 40:31
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
just writing this to encourage you to write some new poems, aor dos oem new art or something.
I like your poetry, and am missing not seeing any new submissions...
please write more soon.
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'But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.' - Isaiah 40:31
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There is so much beauty around me, sometimes I feel my heart fill up like a balloon, waiting to burst...
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A man is like a fraction whose numerator is what he is and whose denominator is what he thinks of himself. The larger the denominator the smaller the fraction.
-- Tolstoy
I know it may sound like a typical comment, but id like to encourage you to keep writing poetry, especially on these great issues...
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There is so much beauty around me, sometimes I feel my heart fill up like a balloon, waiting to burst...
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There is so much beauty around me, sometimes I feel my heart fill up like a balloon, waiting to burst...
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A man is like a fraction whose numerator is what he is and whose denominator is what he thinks of himself. The larger the denominator the smaller the fraction.
-- Tolstoy
well bruce is now about 48 or something and he is very strange. He is a friend of my dads, but i might be able to arrange a meeting if you like.
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