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Shadows in my mind

by LuciDreamer

Emptiness and chaos is all I found.
When I walked the corridors of my mind.
I looked for a way out.
Blackness is all I saw.
Alone in fear.
Does anyone care?
Walls of solitude.
Bound me in chains.
There’s no door or window.
To escape.
I yell…I scream.
No one comes.
I’m destine to live.
To dwell.
In the shadows.
Of my mind.



Felosophy?
by troubled_rainbow

Does the cat, upon her throne
above my desktop, wonder
of the world, and universe
and galaxies asunder?
Can she even fathom
the meaning of existence?
And does she ever fear of losing
all of her subsistence?
Does she ever look above
into the nighttime sky
see the many varied worlds
and gasp and wonder why?
Do hours pass in which great thoughts
explode within her dome
‘bout futuristic ventures
or the final fall of Rome?
I doubt the cat, upon her throne
which moved onto my lap,
thinks of these great expanses
cause they’d interrupt her nap.



Famous Poem

Poor Cock Robin

by Robert W. Service.

My garden robin in the Spring
Was rapturous with glee,
And followed me with wistful wing
From pear to apple tree;
His melodies the summer long
He carolled with delight,
As if he could with jewelled song
Find favour in my sight.

And now that Autumn's in the air
He's singing singing still,
And yet somehow I cannot bear
The frenzy of his bill;
The keen wind ruffs his ruddy breast
As to bare boughs he clings;
The sun is sullen in the West
Yet still he sings and sings.

Soon, soon the legions of the snow
Will pitch their tents again,
And round my window-sill I know
He'll call for crumbs in vein;
The pulsing passion of his throat
Has hint of Winter woe;
The piercing sweetness of his note
entreats me not to go.

In vein, in vain, Oh valiant one,
You sing to bid me stay!
For all my life is in the sun
And I must fly away.
yet by no gold or orange glow
Will I be comforted,
Seeing blood-bright in bitter snow -
A robin dead.


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