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Walking with MemoriesWalking down a dark road, looking back and forth for nothing, A Lonely soul wandering with his hood tucked forward and his hands held close to his chest, while steam rises from the edges of his robe. Seemingly this hooded man shows no interest in the few people that passes by, but all that walk past gets a feeling of being watched before and after. As a child walks by holding her hand mother's hand while dancing around her in circles, the Man seem to take notice of every move and sound coming from this child. Looking, yet not acting upon his feeling, of seemingly compelling nature. For as the child comes close, she starts to sing a songWalking with Memories


The Seeress and the PrizeFor in her eyes Distant lands could be seen Future not yet decided Present ever-changing Past always remainThe Seeress and the Prize
Wisdom at a prize For knowing all Hope is sacrificed Hope, of another
Future Present and Past
Gazing too long Her eyes turn pale For looking inside
For too long Has left the outside blank
The prize paid The Knowledge gained Hope, a memory


UnderstandingThese words are written down on paper or not For as they are written, they are forever Even if none remember these words remain In another form or wording But always remains the same in original As words are written, they dunnot change They are only understood in different waysUnderstanding
These words i write Can be understood Can be learned But will not be understood In the way they were written


Eyes and MindEven as a eye tells one story another will say the same,Eyes and Mind
or is it simply at one's sight That it is understood, does it always understand or is it only an illusion?
For a picture, a drawing can tell a thousand tales or simply make
Looking inside oneself, one thruth While another sees two
Eyes decieve, while the mind tell no lies only more truths
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| Name's Simen, i live in spain which i now have for about 13 months, i origianly come from Norway which i've lived for 17 yrs (so yes im norwegian I write poems mainly, i sometimes decide to do something else if i feel like it, my poems are mostly written in less than 5 mins from the inspiration comes to me, i dont try to find it, it finds me. If you want me to try making a specific poem i'll try, send me a note and i'll see what i can do with it. I do hope you have some details, I dont do lovepoems for others, because i think that love can only truly be expressed trough poems by the one who loves. Also if you wanna use any of my artworks plz ask before you do. |
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The mind might falter, the body may falter, but if hope falters all is lost. find your hope and keep it close - Simen A. Brox
Also take a look in my gallery, i love comments
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Link to my story: "The Longest Journey... Part 1: The Beginning": [link]
Please comment it, OK?
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The mind might falter, the body may falter, but if hope falters all is lost. find your hope and keep it close - Simen A. Brox
Also take a look in my gallery, i love comments
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=Wonderful-World
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It's nobody's business what's in my cup, what's in your cup, what's in their cup. It's your cup, drink it. Fuck you, and whatever was in my cup, I'm going to keep drinking it. Suck my dick, and my cup. - Lil Wayne
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The mind might falter, the body may falter, but if hope falters all is lost. find your hope and keep it close - Simen A. Brox
Also take a look in my gallery, i love comments
[link]
=Wonderful-World
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It's nobody's business what's in my cup, what's in your cup, what's in their cup. It's your cup, drink it. Fuck you, and whatever was in my cup, I'm going to keep drinking it. Suck my dick, and my cup. - Lil Wayne
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The mind might falter, the body may falter, but if hope falters all is lost. find your hope and keep it close - Simen A. Brox
Also take a look in my gallery, i love comments
[link]
=Wonderful-World
means alot aha. ^^
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i love Jack Moffitt
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