Catching a wave on the sea of thoughts;
And riding them into shore.
Casting nets of words and verse;
Until there are no more.
Just trying to convey a story, with the flow of rhyme.
To make expressions, emotions, and ideas;
Come out in rhythm, beat and time.
I am the poet of emotions.
The creator of thoughts to rhyme.
I live out on this lonely ocean.
Existing all within my mind.
I am alone with my emotions.
Huge clouds of thoughts around me soar.
The magic hand of fate has chosen.
This pen of mine its lonely chore.
Now I fill a page with words
That I cannot acquire a way to converse.








oh, and you have marvelous work here also
~Caylee
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Look me in the heart
and unbreak broken,
it won't happen...
-Julie
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smile for me
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If I could put them in a jar
I know they wouldn't scar
I'd do it if I could
I hope you know I would
i poked around in your stuff......hope it didnt tickle
i think you are a very promising poet, and a beautiful writter.
I hope you never lose touch with your skill, it can carry you far, if nothing else than to deliver you from your own solace of emotion.
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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Keep the faith.
- Jon Kriek
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pas·sion·ate
capable of, affected by, or expressing intense feeling.
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Sincerely,
Annika von Holdt
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