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Poem: Clockwork {RandomSkittlehead}

5 more minutes until the clock chimes 5 more minutes until I see you laugh with your friends 5 more minutes until I engrave those little lines your face makes when you smile in my head I don’t mean to look your way It's a habit, automatic almost It’s weird and possibly creepy But it's just like clockwork No matter how hard I try not to look your way I lose all resistance and I can’t help but steal small little glances In hopes that you’d be looking at me and our eyes meet And you’d send me smile and I’d send one back But that never happens Just like clockwork You never look at me back Too busy laughing with your friends, too busy to notice a girl That’s what I tell myself But maybe I’m telling myself lies Maybe you don’t glance at me Or don’t meet my eyes Or don’t send a smile my way Because you don't like me Credits:

Poem: Influence {Pearlharbor}

Once upon a time in the jungle deep, A lion was born with the heart of a sheep. The herd of the goats stayed around him, he was too scared of the unknown to make a peep. He thought he was like the others he saw, Living life in their planned scripted draw. Acting like a goat, not knowing his paw, He could not see what he had in soul. But then one day, a strange roar in the air, Came from a lion who was strong and fair. The little lion knew that he was there, And decided to follow this lion's stare. So for days and weeks, the lion did dwell, In the company of the powerful lion fell. He watched and learned with every tell, Of the courage and strength of the lion so swell. The little lion's heart began to grow, The power of the lion he did know. He was no longer scared to show, The strength and courage that he'd come to know. And so from that day on, the lion grew bold, He was the King of the Jungle, his story was told. The lesson here for us to behold, Is to choose frie...

Poem: My Warmth {shi}

T houghts have came and gone thoughts of my shelter has fallen, the love you seek is not guaranteed as this is not a treat I miss the time wow how it has flied sense you were last by my side My shelter and once knew warmth now became cold and torn as the love you seek is not at the peek as this is far from a treat when thee is in metallic like streaks as well as beads I have memories of your love but it has flown above just like the memories of the white floor and the beeping soar God I miss the time when life was prime, but now, more torn and bored my memories soar but not like before You may think shelter is not a thing for life but when there is no more warmth you will hide just like a rabbit in its own hide The warmth you feel is proud and true just like the shelter I once knew. Credits:

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