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   Alexander
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   As some might know, I love poetry. I don't really read books on poetry or anything; but it is just nice to let your mind flow and to write something down in a form which some understand and some not.

   po·et·ry
      /ˈpoʊɪtri/ Show Spelled[poh-i-tree] Show IPA
   –noun
   1.
   the art of rhythmical composition, written or spoken, for exciting pleasure by beautiful, imaginative, or elevated thoughts.
   2.
   literary work in metrical form; verse.
   3.
   prose with poetic qualities.
   4.
   poetic qualities however manifested: the poetry of simple acts and things.
   5.
   poetic spirit or feeling: The pianist played the prelude with poetry.
   6.
   something suggestive of or likened to poetry: the pure poetry of a beautiful view on a clear day.

   I will shed every now and then the feathers of my mind here... and share with you what them feathers will say. Oh and of course, feel free to join in!

   Posted 4 months ago #


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   Alexander
   Member

   Newborn in the City,
   An arrival, so silent and quiet.
   Not noticed by many,
   With an impact on every.
   Following his Mistress where-ever she goes,
   To the good, to life, to death,
   Worse yet to come.

   'Sacrifaces for the greater',
   Said by the biggest generals,
   Kings and Queens,
   Never truer words have been spoken

   As I endeavour revealing what we don't want to see,
   To open our minds far away and beyong,
   Mirroring our flaws, our hope,
   For peace and a better word.

   Sweet words they might be,
   Already knowing I will die.

   I will die for you all

   Posted 4 months ago #


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   Alexander
   Member

   One day, I will wake up with her, Alone and yet with so many friends,
   Fearing that the inevitable has happened, seeing the world through different windows of flesh.
   For everybody will the time come, whatever and who you are. Nothing is forever, except nothing itself.
   One told me that nothing doesn't exist, but what is life worth without the freedom of mind?
   One disagreed with me that freedom is just another word, for nothing left to lose.

   I don't have freedom, I have things to lose. I have ever to lose, I have eternity to lose. Science?
   That cannot help me in pursuing my dreams; a working society. Hate and death,
   murders... left alone. Away from what intelligence stance for.

   One day, I will wake up with her, Together and with many friends,
   Seeing the world through different windows, afraid of new things.
   My time won't come any time soon, whatever I do. I am forever, I am something, I am soneone.
   Reason told me that hypocracy will deafen the world with its thunderous power,
   Luckily I will never lose my hearing, for I see the hypocracy of ours.

   I have all the freedom in the world, I have nothing to lose. I have my work, my intelligence. I know better,
   I know more than others wish to see. My dream has come true, I work as close to my Mistress as I can, for someone.
   I am Alexander, I am God.

   Posted 4 months ago #


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   Alexander
   Member

   Leafs being rudely pulled out of my body; only to be replaced by feathers of comfort,
   Comfort from the doves of women and piece; being together and they got killed for it,
   A natural easy going feeling green and alive; replaced by something nicer but more terrible,
   Is it right what I feel? Or will it only be temporarily?
   Till then, I will enjoy the feeling which has been pushed in my body,
   Intrigued as I am; I walk around with the feathers of dead doves inside of me.
   How much blood did this feeling cost me? And how much more will it cost?

   Yet if I fall, I'd rather fall down on a bed of feathers,
   Than a bed of leaves.
   Especially today, tomorrow and the day after.

   Posted 4 months ago #


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   Alexander
   Member

   That second and not longer, was longer than an hour,
   Having to make a decision in a thick bank of fog, where to walk to and what to grab,
   Not knowing what happens next, knowing exactly what the consequences will be,
   A second just started, and still goes on.

   How could I ever decide, within this second if I want to destroy what I am,
   More so what I like, enjoy. My passion for certain things will disappear,
   When the feelings I love the most will be no more. Substituted.
   With something I cannot put my finger on just yet, soon I will.
   The decision she wants me to make, utterly cruel and harsh.

   “Will you destroy the rest of your pleasures for me, for my pleasure?”
   That was the body of the decision I’ll have to make…
   And the second is nearly over.

   Posted 4 months ago #


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   Alexander
   Member

   
   From the darkness emerged,
   Slowly moving forward in the thick air
   Without any trouble it still fights its way through,
   Step by step
   With grunting sounds of a whip.

   Suddenly it reaches it destination,
   An object, covered in total darkness
   Lit for a while with a white glow,
   Till the darkness returns

   My heart, struck by lighning. A spark jumped over.
   

   Posted 3 months ago #

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