Chantelle Clark Poems

The horse's hooves sounded in the distance.
Like rolling thunder was their presence.
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White, Asian, Black, Caucasian were all minorities
Everyone seems to have their own priorities.
Religion and intolerance is a big factor.
Our society doesn't know what they're after.
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You stand at the edge of the sea.
Your soul cries for fresh air.
Tormented shrills long to be free.
Anguished pain you cannot bare.
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The sun rises from within it
The sun sets behind it.
But what is it really?
A fine line of the eye's imagination?
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Clear reflection
Ripples blur the surface
Past fades, silent goodbye
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A clock ticks away
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Black jet night
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Here Without You

Is a phase that will always put me into a daze.
Just thinking about it, oh how I would be in a haze.
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'The soul is dyed the color of its thoughts. Think only on those things that are in line with your principles and canbear the light of day. The content of your character is your choice. Day by day, what you do is who you become. Your integrity is your destiny — it is the light that guides your way.' - Heraclitus

You must take action and instead of being miserable, commit yourself to contentment of the greatest kind youcan find. Fill your life with who you want to be, and dowhat you like to do, with the morals of what you believe.If you do not, you are not living in a world of reality.Live who you are, be what you are, and laugh as if you are true. Once and awhile you will lose yourself but you will find yourself again, even if you have been lockedaway in a dark corner in your mind. The light will shineif you allow it too, it always does. Never lose faith.
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A mirror reflects
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