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Through The Rain</u>
Rain falls through broken cracks
Though stone is more solid than water
Laces trampled by people passing
And the sun can't comprehend its own intensity
All these things the world has lost
And the cool wind blows to its unknown destination
Hauntingly vibrant this earth rejoices
Lost in the moment of it all
Rain falls through broken cracks
Though stone is more solid than water
Laces trampled by people passing
And the sun can't comprehend its own intensity
All these things the world has lost
And the cool wind blows to its unknown destination
Hauntingly vibrant this earth rejoices
Lost in the moment of it all
Literature
Circles
Circles by Adam Robbins
We're going around in circles while
The pendulum swings away from
The truth that's hiding in your
Eyes, as pure as coveted gold rings
That women wear to show
Ownership of the men that
Leave their shameful lives in
Search of something more shameless
Than previous tries at
The same thing that they failed not
Hours before the last time
They said their farewells from
Women with gold rings that
Swing on pendulums that
Are there to show the truth that
Is hiding in your eyes while
I sit and wonder why we're
Going around in circles
Literature
Two Times
Two times,
Two times have I fallen in love,
Two times have I been wrong.
Love that is strong,
Love that's a bond.
It's deep, It's inside me, I can't control it,
It's love but it hurts.
Twice have I been wrong,
Picked the wrong girls,
Picked the wrong time,
Picked the wrong love.
The music soothes my ears,
Heels my heart,
But little does it make a difference.
I love them both still now,
Even though years have past,
And seasons have changed.
I can't help but love them,
I do not know why.
It gets me down,
I wonder why,
It holds on to my heart like a vice.
Why did I pick the wrong girls,
When all I want is somebody
Literature
Amynes
Άμυνες
Τα τείχη υψωμένα χρόνια,
δαρμένα από βροχή και χιόνια,
στην άμυνα οι πολεμιστές,
για επιδρομές και τους ληστές.
Οι πύ
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I wrote this poem when I was 17.
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