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Where do I fit in?Where do I fit in? In your foolish selfish world,Where do I fit in?
Where kindness doesn’t exist And all we can do it sit here curled Protected from pains cruel mist We shy away from the slightest touch And push away what we love Terrified of it becoming lost Gone, vanished into nothing. Lying on our backs, face turned to the stars Searching for warmth among those faraway lights Moon passing across the sky Reflected joy from the day gone past. A joy we don’t remember, a happiness we spurned Because in your foolish, selfish world I can’t fit in.
by ~Genth
Song to a moonlit beautySorry I left you like the sun leaves the moon, alone and coldSong to a moonlit beauty
Save for faraway starts that twinkle and shimmer in jesting indifference
Though, like the moon, your temperament changes, waxing and waning as days go by I know that always you will return to your full, loving self, the brightness of the sun reflected in subtle pale tones
I look up from my lonely, grassy hill, wind making soft waves of life that beat against my skin and contemplate your visage, basking in your light
I scorn the other cheep imitations of your pale, dappled form, those garish orange lights and flickering neon
by ~Genth
My CityAs the wind blows, across the clear blue waters. I stand at the docks and play. I write my song for all the Sons and Daughters Of the city where the skies are never grey.My City
And though that city is ever beyond my reach, I'll stand here still, and play at the beach 'cos I know that one day, my ship will come in and there she'll be, my darling beckonin'
This city is a place where you can be truly free playin' what you want, and being who you are nobodies gonna stop you, everyone can be a star in my shining golden city, across the deep blue sea.
and I hope
by ~Genth
Wolf's PoemThe rage of the feral beast rising within me Howling loud; my foes flee Claws elongating to rend my enemy Powerful hind legs to leap over debris The power of the wolf, within my body.Wolf's Poem
The fur that keeps me warm in snow My eyes, which with heatsight show Prey to hunt, skulls to smash with mighty blow Hot meat to cannibalize, to let my strength grow The Power of the wolf, I shall never let it go
To smell the air, to catch the scent of warm bodies To stalk them through gloomy woods and darkened allys To corner them in one shadowed place and despite their abilit
by ~Genth
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