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Losing at Winning
By lockupthedoors
Winning is stregnth. stregnth is freedom.
Freedom is soul, needn't
reason.
Reason traps you. Reason theives.
Theif's silence
is heard through the leaves.
Soul is spirit, brave and strong.
When spirit is guide, art never wrong.
Art is beauty, lively
and full.
Art is creation, never to dull.
Creation sets
diamond eyes alight.
The single spark seen through the night.
Diamond eyes are seemful bliss,
'Till they follow death's last wish.
wishes run, far past the riders.
battling down all the fighters.
Laughing aloud, wishing 'comes distracted,
Failing all the
traits you've lacked.
Laughter doth be true love's win.
Don't let
true love lure you in.
To the house where your love will murder.
Knife in hand, screams blood curdle.
Now you hear the tale
I sing,
That winning isn't everything.
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Copyright 2012 lockupthedoors
Published on Wednesday, February 22, 2012.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
This poem shows most of my life. It shows that if you love you will most likely lose. Dearest readers, head my warningComments on "Losing at Winning"
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On Sunday, July 8, 2012, lockupthedoors
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wrote:
no problem demonrose I haven't been on for months
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A former member wrote:
A very deep poem sorry for my lateness I acutaully forgotten that I have an account and had struggle getting in. Thanks for you comment on In the unknown :)
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On Wednesday, February 22, 2012, dwells
(4284) wrote:
Followed much of your logic and so sorry you should reach such an unlovely conclusion, but we all have our tales to tell, and this was another well done, thanks.
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On Wednesday, February 22, 2012, Devilish
(2657) wrote:
Another strong one. I think your gonna love it here. Get to know the valley .. Such a beautiful thing..
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