but to anyone thinking of entering their poetry in a contest, research it first. save yourself the bullshit hassle.


Stormy SonataLet's run out of these doors, just come away with me. There is no time to look back now 'cause tonight we're breaking free. Look out into the field and see the blackest sky. Real beauty! Don't you see it? Just open up your eyes! Listen to the music, the thunder is our drum. Stop and take a listen, for the beat will surely come. Earth be our director, the wind will be our chimes. The rainfall's keeping rhythm. It's pounding out our time. While I sing in the storm, ruining my best dress, come on, love, take my hand and sing your verStormy Sonata


Winter's RuseLively greens, Summer's hues, for it's all just a trick, this is cruel Winter's ruse. Summer grows cold, the flowers fade, but bleeding hearts fall and take root where they're laid. That was the Summer, it was my favorite time. For that was the Summer I first called you mine. But then you were gone in the blink of an eye. I've cried myself lonely, my emotions have died. Your death has brought Winter, Summer's eternally forlorn. My body's numb and unfeeling and now I cannot mourn. So, baby, if you hear me, please come aWinter's Ruse


Bonnie and ClydeI always knew right form the start, that in a single glance you had stolen my heart. We fell in love, I promised to go. Take me wherever and I will follow. A rush of excitement, the thrill of the fight. Together we were just like Bonnie and Clyde. Just you and I, a couple of thieves, commiting murders, crimes of higher degree. Sheer exhiliration, life on the run, from our hearts' connection to the steel of the gun. We never got married, we never had kids. We never regretted the things that we did. CriBonnie and Clyde


Moonlight, Pt. IDawn of summer, death of spring. A new romance blooms as beautifully as roses do.Moonlight, Pt. I
Pretty girl finds beautiful boy.
Summer dusk, lying in the grass, holding his baby girl, the queen of his heart. Loves the twilight in her eyes, the moonlight in her hair. She wipes fresh dew, maybe tears of affection, from his face,
asking "Will you love me when the sun comes up?" He whispers, "It rises and sets on you, and it always will." Two silhouettes against the moon promise their undying love,
they promise to
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"The less I preach, the more likely I am to be heard."- Alan Watts
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*if i could hold a star for every time you've made me smile, i'd have the entire night sky in the palm of my hand*
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My goal: Buy a professional camera and start doing photography.
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