aiden murdock Poems

Perspectives differ from the eyes
of the beholder
If the eyes are the windows
to the soul....
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a world must become numb
as society's social chain
advances through our empty
windows
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how simple worlds
can magnify into dews of strife
combust the flower's hearts
strip it from its petals
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a message she sends
to her friend
conversation begins
as she mentions her devil
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God's wrath, ruins of ancient
cities brewing and men in uproar
open mouths of hunger
open legs of Mabs
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The secret silence is more than i bestow
forgive me, the fool
for I mistaken your grace
of dews of loose lips
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Hands of the skilled will mold
you to the typical
For once, resist another repeat
another releaspe
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all i ever wanted
was an accepting eye
from thee
No more
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A flower's nectar of sweet
A bee's stinger of defiance
A kiss welcome to hurt
An eye's sheds a tear
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I've forgiven a betrayl
Yet it burdens my soul
She truly loves the presence of this devil
As I bestow my kindess of her
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