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Anthony Levitt Poems
I woke from my dream and felt a chill down my spine, the dark and lonely night was still alive and i felt far from fine... I took a minute laying on my pillow and then a sound caught my ear... the sound of a light shower of rain had broke out, and then i remembered... my fear...
'll Find A Way Forward
I thought I had got it, i thought i had won, ... but then I realised that my pain... it had only just begun... I took so many routes, some not right, but each time i came found the next crossroads even if it meant I had to fight...
I never dreamt that I would become, somebody I no longer knew. A total stranger and a outsider to the world in which I grew. I have made my bed and now I will lay, close my eyes and wait for my mind to stray. For only here I relise in shadows of the night, what I have done..., and I know....
I drew nothing in my mind, when it started out whole, the ideas were brimming but the cup as they say: only half full. So many ideas so many thoughts, a depressed person would argue it had all been for nought. I drew a picture at best a outline, of plans for my future put into action on papaer and there it seemed fine...
Mystery, what answers you seek? Mystery, an uncertain future into which we may want a peak. Mystery, why do I repeat... those same mistakes that really I should beat?
I Am The Stranger
I woke from my dream... there it was: a place to behold, tools for building, land to keep and a feeling that this was the greatest story ever told. yet... 'I AM THE STRANGER, ' words bold and true, the more i put together the pieces the less i knew.
I shall tell you a grand tale like one you have seen, where ideas run free and every moment feels like a dream... The story is set my friends... in a place I'm sure you've been...
What You Won't
What you won't see is as plain as day for me, what you smell is something I may simply tell and what you won't find is something I saw from behind... You won't read, you won't care much less be bothered about any state of affairs.
What Do We Know?
What do we know? What do we care? If someones life is upside down and seemingly unfair... What do we do?
The Voices Of Winter
They cried out to me a few weeks ago, their coming real soon... it happens about the same time every year when the sun makes more room for the moon... The voices of winter call out to me: 'Were coming, were coming! Would you join us and play? '
Today I sat in my room wondering at the screen, all my ideas about what i should write, images as real as dreams... It didn't matter to me they were false because now I would make them true, In a world where anything goes what limitations have you?
We Come (Life As A Vampire)
From the castle up high with the river nearby and the forest that loomed over the road, we wait for the hour that the sun gets devoured and wait until the moon fills our souls... Together we will ride on the moonlit sky searching the horizon below... wait for the command... steady.... and off we go! ! !
Admist the mountains, over looking a view... there is a beautiful sight...so pure... so true... The whistling wind touchs the emerald grass in such a gentle way.
The Deep Darkness
I am alone in the darkness it swallowed me whole... no room for pity or remorse, it just took me away... even my soul. It dosen't matter which way i stand it all looks the same... Everytime i cry it all seems to be in vain...
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I woke from my dream and felt a chill down my spine,
the dark and lonely night was still alive and i felt far from fine...
I took a minute laying on my pillow and then a sound caught my ear...
the sound of a light shower of rain had broke out, and then i remembered... my fear...
I had a dream not so long ago about a dark and lonely night,
one where the rain started to pour sevral minutes from opening my eyes,
but no... wait... surely the dream couldn't be right...?
I walked to the bedroom chair, which was by my desk...
and watched as the rain started to fight ...