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The light we rely on is going out fast;
I have a feeling it will extinguish,
Leaving us in the unknown darkness
And we must find a way out to relinquish.
Our hearts glow with artificial light,
All of us are untrue in certain ways.
Let us be strong and arise high
Out of this bittersweet haze.
Life is a puzzle, we must search around
To find the missing pieces.
Because in this place we call home,
The time is limited on its lease.
Then in the unexplored corners
We find something, a resolution.
An unexpected answer
To all our city's problems and needs.
They tell us were the only city of light
In a world darkness, destruction, and night.
But they do not know, that there's more to this
They have blinded themselves in their own likeliness.
Come with me, and you will see
The beautiful world outside.
Like nothing before... Nothing comes close
And soon, all your tears will be dried.
I have a feeling it will extinguish,
Leaving us in the unknown darkness
And we must find a way out to relinquish.
Our hearts glow with artificial light,
All of us are untrue in certain ways.
Let us be strong and arise high
Out of this bittersweet haze.
Life is a puzzle, we must search around
To find the missing pieces.
Because in this place we call home,
The time is limited on its lease.
Then in the unexplored corners
We find something, a resolution.
An unexpected answer
To all our city's problems and needs.
They tell us were the only city of light
In a world darkness, destruction, and night.
But they do not know, that there's more to this
They have blinded themselves in their own likeliness.
Come with me, and you will see
The beautiful world outside.
Like nothing before... Nothing comes close
And soon, all your tears will be dried.
Literature
first kiss
I will be
the rolling waves,
and you can be
the sandy shore
I'll kiss with salty lips,
and then keep
coming back for more
Literature
I have my own angel
I have my own angel
Who is a part of me and apart from me
I have my own angel
Who follows me, falls in step with me
I have my own angel
Black, opaque, not at all fake
A marionette
My sillouette
Literature
The Words you Don't want to Hear
By the time,
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One of my prouder poems... My class read City of Ember by Jeanne DuPrau, and I absolutely loved it! Hope you enjoy!
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