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The night is dark, a storm rages,

The sky tears up under lightning,

The moon is full, the air frightening,

Monsters await in their cages;

From the castle upon the cliff

It now strangely does seem as if

The world around, sympathetic,

Wants to oppose the synthetic.

Life coursing through electric spears,

Materializing all these fears,

Will it succeed? His nerves are steeled:

Oh but it must! His fate is sealed.

Then suddenly thunder rumbles

And the tall man backwards stumbles

But to nature he will not shrive!

Silently says he: “It’s alive…”.

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Ride the wind, surf the ocean,

Do not stop until you see

The great and noble persian

And his infinite emerald sea;

Let your emotions soar, fly!

In the deep let your doubts lie,

Unleash your inner passion,

Without a single question.

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He is tall, tall and thin

The rower on my boat,

A voice raspy and low

Though he sings beautifully.

Did my journey begin?

Should I have brought a coat?

I can only follow

Wherever, peacefully.

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So, once upon a time, there was a marshmallow

Who fell deep in love with a cup of hot cocoa,

Its passion was so strong it made its soul mellow,

Its heart was a tempest, a raging sirocco,

How it wanted to catch the eye of the cute mug,

How it wanted to share its passion with a hug!

To be with its tender was all the sweet wanted,

And so it went to kiss the cocoa and melted…

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Inspired by a Tumblr post, to those who know.

Also, good music for atmosphere:

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In the room above the house

Lives a small, lonely creature,

Not bigger than a grey mouse

But with no common feature;

It exists in the shadows

Of us long-legged human,

Navigating our condos

Like an experienced crewman.

It steals sweets to eat away

And sometimes socks for its lair,

Though only one from the pair

Leaving the other half stray.

Longing, searching for its kind

It roams in the dark of night,

Bathing sometimes in starlight,

To heal its old, weary mind,

Protecting our children’s dreams

And fighting away nightmares

With golden sand and moonbeams,

Invisible hero, there.

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Not my best achievement but not so bad either. Rather satisfied of this one even if it somehow feels unfinished for some reason…

Also, yes, ‘condos’. I’m sorry…

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In this world we are all the same,

Pretending to adore the game,

Set loose in the great arena,

Stars lost in a sea of faces,

Ships stuck in a small marina,

Hearts trying to berth in places,

Searching for our true anima,

Blind arms reaching for a schema.

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I should have let him win

And never struggled back,

I should have dropped my chin,

Remembered what I lack

But my pride was too strong,

My heart could not endure

And action was the cure,

Could I have been more wrong?

Loosing face was worth it,

Such a small price to pay,

I just had to submit,

His twisted game to play.

I chose then to resist,

To make him understand

I dance not in his hand

As long as I exist!

To late I realized

The truth of his intent,

That the plot he devised

Was not on me to vent…

Her life he has taken

Ripping away my heart,

Soon I will awaken,

Revenge is but the start!

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Fallen bird to laughless clown

Went up so high and then fell down,

Broke its wings and broke his heart

For now they are so far apart.

It flew away: remained sadness,

Oh how he missed the bird’s caress!

For years he wept and felt hollow

Wanting only her to follow,

Then came the pair of curious eyes,

Feelings he can’t yet verbalize:

And boom boom boom goes once again

The engine, free from its long pain…

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That which happened, for my life I could not explain,

In the dark of night when the city is silent,

A most peculiar sight, never since seen again,

Of a hidden conflict ever so violent;

When the world fills with much wonder and mystery,

When cats become tigers and legends, history,

Never becomes maybe and myth, reality,

Explaining the truth escapes our ability.

The whole building was white, covered with frozen ice

As if a giant hand had carved an edelweiss,

Across the room a web of bloody metal thread;

A human shape dug deep inside the icy wall

Haloed by a thousand cracks, pure vision of dread,

And the masked man stood in the middle of it all…

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Can they not see the fire that burns bright in his eyes

Everytime he sees her, all the meanings inside?

Can they not guess what he carefully tries to hide?

Those emotions raging, oh the love it implies?

Nothing but a mask is the serene expression,

A clever wall of smiles that hide inner passion

He builds around himself, akin to a castle.

Much like a house of cards -grandiose yet brittle!-

Let be cursed the day that they should urge and ask,

A single push, it falls, and then off comes the mask:

Gone is the appearance of outwards complete calm

As power over truth whisks away from his palm…

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