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Icarus may have fallen,But he experienced the feeling ofFreedom from a tyrant,And the sensation of flying free.What more could he have asked for?Orpheus may have turned backTo look for Eurydice,But she never doubted his love for her,Not when he bargained with Hades for her life.What more could she have asked for?Prometheus may have been punishedWith
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I was out on a stroll,Now usual, I suppose,Yet today I found,Another most curious view.It was high up,A rather peculiar looking cloud,And it took looking twice,For my mind to make a discernable shape.In all its abstract beauty, I could see a birdFlying out of a cloud of smokeAt least, that is what I perceived.Twenty minutes
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Catastrophizing over the futureIs such a sordid task.The anxious wait for what’s to comeCan drive anyone to despair.Yet the future will transpireWhen its time has come to pass,And stressing about itIs an arduous and pointless endeavor. – Arsh
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Amongst the overflow of chatter between the unruly pigeons,The call of an Eagle is so distinct.In a mundane stroll devoid of much to think,It heralds, finally, some excitement to the mind.It spreads its majestic wingsOf span greater than most winged beasts, It has made itself ruler of these skiesBy circling around its land and pride.More
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As the sun sets by the tree of fire,The wind blows high, and the clouds fly,Over the wind and sky.And I sit here, playing the lyre. – Maya Desdemona
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The summary of lifeIs not an honest poem.It lies and cheats,Is dishonest and prevaricates.History has its ups and downs,But only the victor tells the tale.The true history and the truth,Is always lost to the sands of time.”To the victor go the spoils”Is an easy phrase to say.Until you are no longer the victor,And your history
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Oftentimes I find myselfMerely sulking in the depths of my sheets,And it is just as oftenI forget how good a day out feels.A brisk walk to a mall,An often overlooked luxury now,Was a wonderful place to fallInto the many spirals of conversation with friends around.Minutes turned to hoursAs we continually talked in peace,And as we
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Watch out quietly,Between your windows and your doors.Pay no attention,To the things you don’t want to know.Hear no noises,Ignore all things which are strange.Blind yourself,To those changes you didn’t make.Don’t turn your head,There was nothing there at all.Reject absurdity,For your life is not forfeit tonight. – Arsh
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To my greatest critic,Both a friend and foe in life,The one I am never rid of,Whose words only fester in my mind.You are verbally cruel and physically nonexistent.Your words are like daggers thrown at my unfeeling sentiments,Your thoughts like salt in a wound.Yet I live and breathe with your advice.For you have no voice of
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