The Unknown Future

#7 of poems decided to try a new rhyming and cadence scheme on this one.

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Tempo

Forward through time, backwards through space, round and round, still I have no place. Moving, stopping, seeking a thrill, or some kind of message that isn't a bill. All of these people to me have no face, as they all go 'bout the great...

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POEM: Walking In Front Of Me!

You know, almost rhymes with dog-drool. fitting** * * * **walking in front of me** **these woods are the place i like to be with you walking in front of me. the sunlight burning bright in your fur. quietly, you continue to purr... ...

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I Don't Know the Color of His Eyes

I Don't Know The Color of His Eyes I have seen them more that most Yet their color escapes me. I am quite fond of their host But their shade I never see. Every time I take a look I get lost in their luster. My body and spirit shook My...

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Voices

The voices in my head belong to all my friends, a viking here, an officer there egos all around. Refreshed anew by this lead, a soldier bellows 'this is the end!' as I pull out my hair, and roll onto the ground. Contacts ask 'are they...

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Zion: Light of the New Moon, Doen's Post Milestone

"sorrow felt in word and rhyme... and you're gone before your time. so go into the light, and forgive us our tears. wait for us in the beyond.

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Identity: Chapter Ten

The suv's stereo was playing the same nursery rhyme cd that they usually played when traveling with the young children, although ricardo, at 11, found it extremely irritating, and embarrassing, should any of his friends chance to hear it.

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False Wildness

Raindrops like tears, slide down the road. Carefully trimmed plants strain with all the strength of Earth's lament against the cage of man's design. Perfect shapes for imperfect people as a rogue vine chokes out the steeple. Trees arranged...

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Elements of Battle: Ponyville

Surprisingly, zecora failed to rhyme that time. i rolled my eyes when i thought that, and wanted to slap myself again, but refrained."

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Cloud gazing

I muse on this little rhyme as he bucks his hips up leaning on his restraints to go as high as possible, that dick of his getting all the while worshiped by my tongue.

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The Castle

**_The summer breeze blows cooler_** **_The heated days she's known Tumble slowly to the past As she remains alone She ponders as she freezes Her limbs are growing numb The silent games that steal her time As she waits for death to come ...

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