Naomi (fellowtuber123) Hamilton

Fuelled with the motivation of your obscure fiery wrath,
Burning again and again, the enemies in your path.
The surge of supreme power, erupting from your core,
The Goliath that dwells within you, is empowered as you roar.
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A discontented feeling in a discontented world,
Let all of society's secrets immediately unfurl.
An intangible theory tinted from your own,
The establishment of the intention to detect the unknown.
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Today is a good day,
A day when you can
Close the void in your life
And call it yesterday's news.
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Anticipating peculiar thoughts to rupture the habitual routine,
To spark some sort of difference, the abnormal, the obscene.

Thoughts that mankind labels as The Wrong,
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We are the philosophers, poets and dreamers.
The ones who detect the value in everything.

We are the heart breakers, the heart achers.
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You said that you'd come back,
But now you've left me without a soul.
No on to relate to,
Or compensate for.
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You said that you'd come back,
But now you've left me without a soul.
No on to relate to,
Or compensate for.
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Telling the tales of a thousands ages,
Whispered to the attentive human ear.
So many times and places, names and faces,
Accomplishments, failures and fears.
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All You Need Is A Heart Full Of Poetry

Auspicious hopes slaughtered by the Sword of Doubt,
Desperate for water in a time of drought.
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The Bridge

The bridge hung lazily above that lively stream,
It had nothing to do but be rigid and day dream.
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Dream World.

A blue hue filling the gaps between the branches,
Mystical beauty beyond our comprehension.
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They are against me.
I’m confined not free.
I feel that Spring has never sprung.
This torment should have never begun.
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Pull the cords,
Peel the skin,
Rip the guts,
Break the chin.
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If Tomorrow Was Goodbye

If tomorrow was goodbye, and today was your last,
Would it take you half a minute, to straighten out the past?
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Hurt

From the tongues of monstrous old scars spits fiery embers onto my gains,
Setting alight even the smallest piece of joy that pitifully remains.
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The moon held much power in my eyes that night,
The sky was completely black. It was entirely white.
The streetlamps were glowing in the evening mist,
T’was a speck on the sidewalk, thought to not exist.
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The Soul of a Rebel In Me

Containing complicated thoughts, is my specialty,
I get lost in them often, I’m fatigue so frequently.
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Boring lifestyle.
Work.
Come home.
Work some more.
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I’m walking on the broken glass,
Each step more painful than the last.
But I smashed the life that I live,
Now myself, I can not forgive.
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Vomiting blood from my froth corrupted lungs on the ground,
He stands tall and watches me, the obscene mess, my head held down.
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