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Leal Knowone Feb 2017
12
It only takes 12 seconds to forget your place, to count how many men broke them selves off between your legs.
Now you are so distant and cold.

You may have only been 13 then, broken by this man and his friend.
It scarred your naive soul.

Close you eyes and count to 10 the nightmare creep back again,  this game of hide and seek.

In 2016 many people weep for those famous,we can no longer see. 1000 ways feeling can be
Solaces Jan 2016
All the light around me almost seem to fade slowly away.  It was then I saw where it went.   The new light God harnessed almost all of it and turned it into a weapon.  Rings upon rings of pale light danced around him.  Within the rings where stars upon stars.  He hurled the rings toward me as they moved faster than light themselves.  I tried to flee but the rings were attracted to my armor that had absorbed much of his spiteful light.  I then released the energy and directed it toward the chasing rings.  The rings shattered leaving behind white holes.  The white wholes siphoned up all the left over shattered light fragments and fed it back to the revenge thirsty light God.   He was now in route toward me.  He had 1000 suns spinning around him.  My armor was depleted of all his darkness eating light.  I advanced toward him.  Let the battle begin!   S DIVERS
1000 suns shining and spinning.
CommonStory Jan 2015
To walk a thousand miles

To take a thousand steps

First you have to be born and take your first breathe

No praise just don't scream

Directly at me at a thousand different octaves

Please see the id that requires asprin to aspire a better passion

To alleviate the headache

To know true love

Is to experience 1000 heartbeats

In 1000 situations

All at once

Few can only hope to feel that

What can feel right

And what can't be struck 1000 times

Three times the life with 333 in mind

Minus the 6 that didn't count

Plus the 12 that really mattered

And take off the 5 that will be forgotten

Maybe the rich one

Or one of the slums bums

Can question this one time

Of an aspiring poet

To write 1000 lines

But still they mean nothing

Nonetheless something

Will still push

5 by 20 incidents in a infants eyes

That will eventually happen 10 more times

And If you accept the challenge  

You have a 1000 tries to win

This is the last for the time being

1000 and done

To the last poem
© copyright Matthew Marquis Xavier Donald 2015
Bella Anima Dec 2014
You said a thousand things

With a thousand tears

And with a thousand tears

I just have one thing to say

I dont want you to go away

I want you here for a thousand years.
But what are my words, when i have broken you into a thousand pieces with my actions? But what are my a thousand tears, when i have drained yours? It hurts me nonetheless, because you have grown to be a huge part of me and im sorry, it turned out this way. I truly didnt mean for it to, and i am truly sorry.

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