Genevieve Pilat

Rookie - 271 Points (02/1991 / New Jersey, USA)

Genevieve Pilat Poems

1. Blinded By The Dark 8/8/2013
2. Graffiti 3/27/2013
3. Saxophone Love 4/26/2013
4. Something Blue 4/25/2013
5. Puppet Master 6/4/2014
6. Black And White 3/29/2013
7. Broken Mirror 3/27/2013
8. Perfect Child 3/28/2013
9. Let The Rain 3/29/2013
10. Hate Tattoos 6/4/2014
11. Little Butterfly 3/27/2013
12. Romeo X Juliet 3/28/2013
13. One Day 3/28/2013
14. Wilting Rose 4/22/2013
15. Bohemian Rhapsody Bus 2/9/2015
16. Acid Tears 2/18/2014
17. Christopher Reeve 4/22/2013
18. Cinderella Syndrome 3/28/2013
19. Our Scrapbook 4/19/2013
20. Four Seasons 3/28/2013
21. Anti-Soul Mate 3/28/2013
22. Home 4/26/2013
23. Bittersweet Kisses 4/1/2013
24. Cloud Eight 4/24/2013
25. Lennon: The Nowhere Man 5/7/2013
26. Stranger 11/23/2013
27. Phobia 8/8/2013
28. Open Your Eyes 2/26/2014
29. # 49 6/7/2014
30. Will I Ever Tell You 6/8/2014
31. Tragic 7/10/2014
32. Wonders Of Being Pretty 7/10/2014
33. Eating The Human Flesh 7/10/2014
34. Bonnie And Clyde 6/4/2014
35. To Emily 2/9/2015
36. Don'T Say Hello 8/9/2013
37. Thousand Lies 8/13/2013
38. Bird's Eye View 8/13/2013
39. Sea Glass 8/19/2013
40. Blind Or Deaf 8/19/2013
Best Poem of Genevieve Pilat

Blinded By The Dark

Through the dark we fear the worst
We want the world so bright
We shroud our minds with foolish thoughts
And are blinded by the light.

Through the light the world is grand
What we want is ours to take
Our lives are what we want it to be
Even if it all is fake.

Within the dark there are the fears
That ache in one's own soul
The fear of death, the fear of hate
The fear we won't be whole.

And darkness brings the honest truth
Some bitter by the taste
We ask who wants to suffer from truth
When a lie's too good to waste.

The light ...

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Little Butterfly

Little butterfly, inside your warm cocoon
Dreaming of a world that is made for you
How foolish you are, you silly butterfly
You think the world's divided in two.

The world you see is all but gray
Dull by the given choices
Not one thing new, no forward movement
No new sound of revolution voices.

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