Miraquill
Any and Every Thing
©esperrto
If, I ever told you, you don't need to tell me nothing.
Still doesn't mean, you can't tell me anything.
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Grid View
List View
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5w
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7w
Spring's Song
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Frozen lands begin to thaw
Cascades of water to draw
Green sprouts follow the Sun
Hints of harvest time be won
Birds match the new coming life
Singing as songs a warbler fife
All thoughts of life gone wrong
Fade with warmth of the year's
Spring's Song -
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9w
Flip Flop
©esperrto
Nations are designated...1st, 2nd and third world. For the rule to be honest, 3rd world countries should be designated 1st world, and 1st world countries should be designated 3rd world. -
Still the Same
©esperrto
I felt like a fool
So, I applied myself
I still felt like a fool -
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11w
Storytelling
©esperrto
Storytelling is an ancient form of communication, that existed before the written word.
Yet still, I've always wondered why so many animals are hit by cars. I thought, maybe its the signs humans put up along the roads. All the deer gather in the road to look at a picture of themselves.
I would imagine if, they put a sign there of a man working on a computer, one wouldn't find a deer within twenty miles.
So now, we've saved all the deer without really knowing the definition of the word 'story'. I wonder if this writing follows close the dictionary definition of 'storytelling'. -
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14w
Blame
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Why does it seem like ten percent of the people are responsible for ninety percent of the corruption? -
At the Top
Sailors ride the crests of waves
That is an ocean
At the top of a fluid churning place
Heaven on Earth
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14w
Remorse
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Self remorse is good, yet remorse for the victims is devine. -
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15w
Do You...
©esperrto
Don't blame your victims for your crime -
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16w
Tinker
©esperrto
She walks the halls at night
No cause alarm or fright
Draped in pots and pans trite
In the shadows dimest light
Like aromor from the gun
Another day is won
Metal shroud feels a ton
Protection from the son
What is her purpose then
Poor saint of the brown wren
To live and let live, when
Mesh forever to blend
