I AM FARSTRIDER.
I AM THE STORM.
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Here's a poem I wrote in 4th year highschool...
Never hope, never try
lest you disappoint yourself
But regret, time and time...
you only hurt yourself in the end
Never aim, to try to fly
lest your wings be broken,
But with misuse, feathers fall...
your wings will fly no more.
I have no idea what I'm supposed to do with this space. hmm... Maybe I'll ask teetin to put a scroll bar here for my poems. lol... Any ideas?
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Another poem:
when i read
poems of others
ones that are better than my own,
i try to sit, and i begin to wonder,
in my wondering am i alone?
do others envy other poems,
which are results of emotions passionate and deep?
emotions that burn withinthe heart at every moment,
and reach our dreams in our sleep?
but if they are, is it not vain?
or is it not pride?
to be envious of anothers emotions,
emotions deep inside?
but what would one do, of one were to see,
a poem prettier than the one inside thee?
emotions more intense, than the ones in your soul?
making you feel as if one were not whole?
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