MIZZ MIDNIGHT FIRE
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MIZZ MIDNIGHT FIRE Poems
Ode To The Forgotten
Ode to the people who were forgotten They were once loved and cared for Ode to their lives
Babbling brook, cleanse me, Crisp essence of current. Flowing where the sky whistles, Cascading about the mountains.
Tears Of A Dying Girl
The tears of a dying girl, Flowing like rain. Harder and Harder, Silenced by fear.
The Sunshine sparks like a fire, Waiting to be doused by the moonlight. It's presence astounds people,
Tolerance is the frosting on the cake of life, It is very important if you want to be tasteful. People want to be accepted for who they are, And to have a purpose in life.
Crippled by the torment, Replenished by the love. Everlasting spear, Raging the land for it's target.
In awe of your smile. Your eyes sparkle like heated coal. Clothes ironed to crispy thread, Walking with joy resting in your veins.
A Savior Has Risen
Among the trees, Bright are the stars. Tall and warm, As the morning blaze.
A red flower crisping in the Sun, Withering away with every blaze. Crumbling to dust, By an overheated furnace.
Reflecting image of a girl, Stalking her shadow. Painting a moral of graffiti, Counting the bones.
A sheet blowing in the breeze, Pausing with every burst of stillness. Swaying with weight less love, Continuous kinetic energy.
Why The Caged Bird Sings (My Version)
I know why the caged bird sings, Brawny and determined as he himself believes. Screaming for freedom with every flaccid movement, Being neglected with every sincere heart.
Be free, Smell the perfume of the heavenly flowers. Sing of the love that lingers in your heart, The love that overshadows all evil.
My heart screams for love, It longs for a pulse from the body. It cringes at rejection, Dangling from a stream of hope.
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Ode To The Forgotten
Ode to the people who were forgotten
They were once loved and cared for
Ode to their lives
Everyday they hurt
While in desperation for love
Ode to their heart
That was torn apart viciously
With little consideration
Of their inner feelings
Ode to their memories
That bring back happiness
Or to the ones
That are very vague.
Ode to those who have tried
Those who haven't given up
The ones that will keep climbin
For them life hasn't been easy.