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An unreadable expression locks things down
Colorful thoughts are locked away
Creative explosions are stifled within
These fireworks aren't for display
But they could be if the walls weren't there
It's such a shame they are not shared
All it takes is one match to set them off
There's no good reason to be scared
Yet behind closed doors brilliance stagnates
Because you fear what others think
And because of that talent goes to waste
Windows of opportunity start to shrink
Beneath chiseled features a fire blazes
If only you would embrace the flames
Unrealized potential is waiting to be grabbed
There isn't time for silly games
Your unreadable face looks to be breaking down
In your eyes I see a flicker of doubt
Maybe you're tired of holding things back
I think it's time that you just let it out
Colorful thoughts are locked away
Creative explosions are stifled within
These fireworks aren't for display
But they could be if the walls weren't there
It's such a shame they are not shared
All it takes is one match to set them off
There's no good reason to be scared
Yet behind closed doors brilliance stagnates
Because you fear what others think
And because of that talent goes to waste
Windows of opportunity start to shrink
Beneath chiseled features a fire blazes
If only you would embrace the flames
Unrealized potential is waiting to be grabbed
There isn't time for silly games
Your unreadable face looks to be breaking down
In your eyes I see a flicker of doubt
Maybe you're tired of holding things back
I think it's time that you just let it out
Literature
Promise Me
If I tied you to a tree
Told you to stay if you love me
Would I some day return to see
Your skeleton still there for me
Or would you be like everybody
And just abandon me?
If I beat you, almost to death
But then nursed you back to health
Would you love me like your breath
Or view me as the theft to your soul wealth?
If I tied you to a tree
Begged you to never leave me
Would you still try to get free
Never wanting to be near me
Or would you wait and see
If you're the one for me?
If I broke your bones,
Struck you with stones,
Then left you alone,
Would your heart still be my home?
If I tied you to a tree
Commanded you to wa
Literature
The Death Within Life
Raging Seas
Dark skies
Endless tears
Cold fires
That is what life is.
No fairy godmothers
or knights in shining armor.
Only witches and cauldrons
recipes for disaster.
There are no three wishes
or steeds that fly.
No hero, no powers,
certainly no rewinds.
Life is but time
flowing forward.
Spent by little moments
we call ours.
It is never enough,
not once.
Fragments engraved
they're left to remain.
Not even our mind, our knowledge
can prolong our hours.
To live them as they come
seconds remembered, never forgotten.
To let them pass
by our envy and our pride.
No wonder we are fools
both then and now.
Not one of us
Literature
left
there comes an evening
each october
when spring is broken:
winter sweeps back in,
swallowing the coast.
the hours are drawn,
long, and quiet -- save
for storming wind --
where pride recedes
to leave the heart
ill-watched, unguided,
for this eve only,
to remember what it has lost.
hands, thick with cold,
shallow-lung'd and lonely,
waiting for chamomile to steep,
sleep to steal:
as the night ticks through
each moment is meticulous,
sliced clean from next
by key-stroke --
throat-formed,
shaped on tongue to fit:
each syllable is moulded
carefully composed,
pressed to curves by thumb
and folded
until, at last,
something of beauty is wrought
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In my short life I've run into far too many people who are content to simply stifle their talents. They sell themselves short, or truly believe that they don't have anything to offer, and hide it away. It's always surprising to witness hidden talent surface because of this, and slightly disappointing. I'm inspired by this, which is why I wrote this particular poem.
Don't let yourself be held back if you're passionate about something. Don't waste your talents by letting them stagnate and die. At the very least, make personal use of them. If you've got great singing talent and are too shy to sing around people, sing for yourself. If you're a great artist but are afraid of what other people may think, do it for yourself. Don't let it waste away.
Don't let yourself be held back if you're passionate about something. Don't waste your talents by letting them stagnate and die. At the very least, make personal use of them. If you've got great singing talent and are too shy to sing around people, sing for yourself. If you're a great artist but are afraid of what other people may think, do it for yourself. Don't let it waste away.
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Very nicely done.