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Red string of fate,
Red as blood,
Who am I tied to?
Does this string lead to you?
You tie my future
To my fated one
You wrote my past
Red string of fate.
Together we are complete
Forever one
Without you my tears fall
Red as blood.
What is my destiny?
Where does it lead?
Who is my fated one?
Who am I tied to?
I think this is love I feel for you
But this string is so tangled
And the world is so painful
Does this string lead to you?
Red as blood,
Who am I tied to?
Does this string lead to you?
You tie my future
To my fated one
You wrote my past
Red string of fate.
Together we are complete
Forever one
Without you my tears fall
Red as blood.
What is my destiny?
Where does it lead?
Who is my fated one?
Who am I tied to?
I think this is love I feel for you
But this string is so tangled
And the world is so painful
Does this string lead to you?
Literature
Unsung Writers
Clanging, shattering, ear-splitting screams,
Howling, hollering, harrowing yowls,
Listen, listen to the words we have to say,
For we are the Unsung Writers.
Boisterous jubilant laughter ringing throughout hallways,
Heart-wrenching soulful sobs echoing throughout the bowels of the household,
Listen, listen to the words we have to say,
For we are the Unsung Writers.
Boiling rage pulsing throughout the body,
Thoughts sparking over contemplation over today's society,
Listen, listen to the words we have to say,
For we are the Unsung Writers.
Desperately begging for the attention of the world,
We have so much to offer if you would only
Literature
Untitled
I look on with pestilence
hidden beneath a thin veil of civility,
far too thin to hide such vastness
and it cracks,
the shards of my visage
crumble beneath your unbecoming joy
and you are affront with an ocean,
a sea of unvarnished wanting.
You're adrift in my rapids
and the sky cries pitifully for you
and the winds whisper apologies
but do not trust either.
The sky wants only to drown you
and the winds are not worthy of your trust.
Poseidon beckons to you
and I volley curses like his tridents
Which I'll never touch.
I am nothing and while you look upon my vastness
with optimism
I look on with pestilence
hiding an opaque sorrow
I will not m
Literature
Constellations
Stars speak a language
that I don't get, but I wish
I did as I stare.
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first stanza, and I'm tangled up in these lines...