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My true familyFamily?
What does that word mean?
Is it who your biologically related too?
Is the people who helped raise you?
Or is the people that made you become you?

We all have family even if their not there
We all have friends even if they don't seem to care
We all need happiness and for life to be fair
But is it family that gets us there?
Or is it the friends who never seem to care?

Family as it is defined means little to me
Because my biological family never wanted me
So family to me never gave me what i need
but the people in Sheffield
Who gave me what i need
Are my true family
Pytanie bez odpowiedzi...Niepisane sny, niemalowane drogi
Niewyśpiewane słowa, bez magii zaklęcia
Skrzydła bez chęci lotu i bez grzechu rogi
Pachną jak lasy bezdrzewne, bez ciepła objęcia

To jak pieśń bez głosu, gitara bez strun
Bez gryfu, bez kluczy, bez muzyki kształtu
To jakby pismo wikingów nie składało się z run!
Tak, jakbyś chciał dokonać ma muzyce gwałtu...

To pachnie tańcem bez kroków, bez rytmu i tancerzy
To dmie wiatrem bez wiatru, kaleczy górą bez szczytu
Jakby się bazyliszek do nas bez swoich kłów szczerzył
IdentifyIdentify?!

My Hours streched liked the nights sky.
Memory, runs its fingers through my hair;
A welcome pain over throws this body,
My sorrows lasting effect!

The past feeds my growing darkness.
I will for it to change me;
To feel it work upon my mind.
To create something, wholly original.

Secrets burn inside me, like coals.
I know I can never let go of;
A piece of me which can't be seperate.
It threatens to finish my existence.

Striving to mergre two personas;
The cliche' of light and dark.
I ask a single question;
With whom should I, Identify?!
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Sunday

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Air – thick with wet heat -
surprised by a willingness
to move upon land.

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Sundayby *akarra

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More haiku, along with some commentary on the masters.
©2012-2013 *akarra
Category: Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Concrete Poetry

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~Drydell-da-Vinci Jun 22, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
We never get that around here... T_T
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~purplemadness501 Jun 21, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
0oohhh :D dat actuallyy soundz like a Sundayy 2 mii :aww:
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~remanth Jun 21, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
this is interesting. I like it
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*DramiraDarkthorn Jun 21, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I like it!
Strangely, I enjoy humidity.
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~Emo-Girl-Loves-You Jun 21, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Never mind. But this really good. :)
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~Emo-Girl-Loves-You Jun 21, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
-___- I hate you
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