Holding On To A Shadow

thoughts are like shadows
they are with you breifly
but then are gone when the light comes
only in the smallest light can you see a shadow
as you can see the tiniest thought

the light of a thought,
brings joy to those
who love the light
but when that thought dissapears
what are we left with?

a shadow.
holding on to a shadow
is so tempting yet difficult
for when that light fully fades away
darkness prevails

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Life isn't fair = eternal sorrow

my heart is dying
more and more each day
I really need
this sorrow to go away

This pain I feel
because what life has caused
I will always feel pain
just...because

tears flow from me
like blood from a wound
and there they sit before me
reminding me of gloom

My sorrow is eternal
it won't go away
I really need a friend
because my heart has been betrayed

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Without The Rose

Love is like a rose
good to hold and smell
but then that rose begins to die
and you go through hell

One thing you should know my friends
is that love can scorn
and just like life
every rose has it's thorns.

but as the rose you hold
withers and fades away
another rose has appeared
and your pains is taken away.

This cycle of life
no one will ever know
why we would fight amongst ourself
for that one single rose

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Nighttime Forever

Noisy world
quiet minds
spinning forever
through all time

Thoughtless wonders
peaceful hate
for all man
death is fate

Fear and power
Greed and lust
one touch of water and
iron turns to rust

quiet sadness
of one's own mind
spinning forever
through all time

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School and teachers

You go to school
everyday
just to be told
you can't do it that way

you have to do it my way
it is in the rules
and you think
school isn't cool

teachers think they're all that
and that they can control us
but sometimes I wish my teachers
would get hit by a bus

I know that sounds mean
but I haven't even said
that school everyday
I always dread

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