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Running From

By Arcassin Burnham

Dreamin',
Leavin',
Sitting in sin,
Would you think it's a...

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Soaring

Soaring

From now on everything will be all it can be.

No longer shall I give in to hurt and apathy !...

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Wonderings in Wonderland

Wonderings in Wonderland

Cellophane blossoms besotted with the morning star
Baseborn writing blazoned on the Cedars and...

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ARE WE IN TROUBLE?

 ARE WE IN TROUBLE?

Tom the commercials are almost as long as the show...

Presidential candidates make fun of one...

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A Plea to the World

A Plea to the World

Days gone by, a past of what was, Edgar Allen Poe, for his darkness and woes, William Shakespeare for Romeo...

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Philosophical Ponderings- 9

Philosophical Ponderings- 9

What Is peace I Ask?

Is it simply a thing,

Or a state of being.

Could It be the...

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WOULD YOU HELP A FELLOW MAN?

WOULD YOU HELP A FELLOW MAN?

You would pay me no mind...

You look down on me without a thought of who this could be...

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The Games of Life

The Games of Life

Life
It's full of games
Nobody wants to get playd
But, still everyone plays
I...

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Body of Water

Body of Water

We're all just bodies of water
How can we be so cruel to one another?
Waters are fierce and...

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Skeletons

Skeletons

We all have our skeletons,

Our deepest secrets, biggest lies,

And we spend our lives...

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Sorely Missed

Sorely Missed

O for the time again,
To run across the grass,
Clamour in the rain,
To play ball,...

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Kill The Lights

Kill The Lights

Will you darken the daylight and

Close me in with endless black?

Shadow my childlike babies...

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Over it

Over it

All these show ponies
And self centered wannabes
Make no sense to me
Trying so hard...

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Philosophical Ponderings- 8

Philosophical Ponderings- 8

As I listen the world ages around me,

In its tumult of voices, truth is resigned,

I hear In...

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The Shepherd

The Shepherd

My eyes are open
I see clear through the fog of lies
I trust only those who've earned it...

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the oxymoron of emotion

I felt a fire in me when he came near.

I loathed him so much, I was turning cold.

I never...