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INVICTUS Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
By Em Hoccane5 years ago in Poets
• Irreplaceable void • Have you ever felt, That one feeling devouring deep inside, Filling up your chest with pain, That keeps hurting on repeat as you've cried,
Sometimes I question myself, “What is death?” Is it something that happens when we permanently cease our breath? Or is it what our holy mythological books describe?
MY ESCAPE For many, reading a book Helps to cope up with life, But for me , a book drives Me away like a kite To a new world and submerge me in
SUCH IS LIFE Such is a moment for a youth who lives, A moment without feeling his heart, he neither asks nor wish’s but forgives,
That Sweet Flute John Clare by Mary OliverThat sweet flute John Clare; that broken branch Eddy Whitman; Christopher Smart, in the press of blazing electricity;
Cardiogram The surface. Knowing fundamentals I understand but can’t predict. Surprise. No question what I’ll pick But guessing when is hard as metal.
Alone By Oba I just want to say a few things to polish your mind Maybe seeing the shadow of your hate will purify your mind
The ticks ticking closer to the death of night, Yet you told me, with that Starry eyes and wide smile, "Don't go to sleep yet!"
Your Departure My soul feels so naked Without your cold touch. My heart is left in pieces, I miss you so much. Does this make you feel better?
LADIES IN THE HOUSE Beautiful, wonderful, cute ladies, Hear my voice; I say hi, You’re one of a kind, With high price tag I guess,
I, once a beautiful flower, all ones wants to pluck. now, am about to wither. This is my last minute. My petals are
