Poet Dragon Poems

People aren't born for what they do, but what their parents dream.
People don't grow for growing's sake, but for the future's gleam.
People don't live to one day die, they live to put off dying.
People don't work to build themselves, they work to stave off crying.
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What was there left of her
after the bad men touched her?
What fragile sense of wonder shattered?
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I greet the burden of your soul
and wonder if your heart is whole
when one can hold it out to share
beware of love, beware.
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When hopelessness or passion's throes ignites us,
lost emotion casts confusion everywhere.
When hatred of our flesh's prison grates us,
how much easier is forgetting that we care?
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Pierced by an arrow,
pierced by a phrase
Killed by a sentance,
trapped in a maze
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In a word, confusion
chemical collusion
gratified illusion
empty, grand delusion
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'Out the window lies the future,
where we can see, but never reach her.' - P.N.

All the world is hopeless,
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Why the rage? Why the burden?
I can dropp it all without a second thought
except to linger and spread word of handsome things
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We watch the fireflies flicker
dim and dangerous in the darkness
and dream of stars above so bright
that they outshine the moon
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They are glasses half empty,
and hearts half full,
riding their dreams until their courage fails them,
stopping halfway
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