Robert Kallend

To write a poem one must be truly inspired,
so write it for the girl you deeply desired.
think of words that describe her well,
like pretty and interesting, jolly and swell.
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Life. A circle, a quickly resolved cycle, to which we all meet the same outcome,
We spend our lives waiting. For the day that the reaper removes us from this world.
The mind, a constant learning machine that gives us skills,
Always learning, always working until its day of expiry and so too does it die.
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silence is gold, ignorance is bliss
and so too is a good nights kiss.
you count my words one, two, three
and realise that this poem is for thee.
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In her eyes a brightness I see,
Glinting happily right back onto me.
The brilliant turqouise blue of her eyes,
As clear and as sharp as the mid morning skies.
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Solitude, depression, endearing pain. Such misery brought upon by these now previous yet yearned for moments.
The belief that we love each other in the balance. Yet perhaps the fine line shifting between love and lust is now but one.
Time drifts on and so too does the knowledge that these lies will keep us together.
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It all begins with a simple feeling,
The Love, the hate this sense, leaves me reeling.

You do not know what you do to me,
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A memory, that single recollection of you and me,
Fiery and powerful within minds grasp,
Keeping me sane through nights of darkness,
As no longer do you lie next to me,
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Death is the end of all living things,
The Beating of hearts, the flapping of wings.
What is the point of life at all,
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Reality, the sweet disease that we strive to ignore,
Ever intruding as those who seek to mask themselves,
Remain shadowed behind smiles of lies.
Behind anxious eyes the true sight of discomfort,
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Feelings true within darkness of eyes,
Connection strong, with no chance of lies.
Forever and always love is found,
Girl in my dreams, reality bound.
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Can you keep up with this melodic pace,
The one that’s etched upon ecstatic face.
Moving to the beat of the pulsing drum,
Soundless noise, behind the blackened hum.
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Remember the day that she was born,
The day in which you woke at dawn,
With mind installed upon girl in dreams
The river smattering, rainbow streams.
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Words of comfort are offered through voice of mind.
Alone. she waits, surrounded by shrouds of doubt and sorrow.
The once bright eyes, a now faded dull tint. life evasive.
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Looking out at what we've become, what we once were. The question always lingers, what next? Life a never-ending journey, with inevitable outcomes for us all. With one shot to make our names one with history.
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A hollow memory to which I cling,
Happy moments, flickering light,
In the land of the golden sun,
That was where I remain but pure.
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Little Girl with vibrant eyes,
Stricken with thoughts and emotion,
With head held high the constant question.
Why?
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Gentle touch for which I long,
Smile bright from eyes within,
Twinkling spark that melts the heart.
Salvation.
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A continuous facade to which we both cling to. The constant notion that words mean naught, for true, heart felt emotion. love so messed up, so indecisive, so intriguing the mere thought draws us closer. A sudden rush of blood and once more do we fall within each others arms. such an existence. Acceptable?

Previous accusations and tormented statements bare no importance as smiles blaze. The tiny moment of relief, of long awaited happiness thaws cold hearts inside. Such wasted love essential for the cleansing of ones mind. The weakening of hearts and new realization of the mind paramount. For future beliefs.
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The time no friend nor neither foe,
For this long but yet apparent woe,
It lights itself upon scorned belief,
With no satisfaction nor beloved relief,
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Nothing I say
Nothing I do
Will remove the feelings
I have for you.
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