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If you don't mind, I thought I'd freestyle a poem



Warrior's Soul





Wake up preparing for battle

Eyes stern and watching

Searching an issue for my intervention

Already thought of 200 scenarios, before you looked my way

No care for pain or any consequences

I crave to protect

I conquer all weakness

Rather die 1 death, than a million deaths in cowering.

My chest out and help up high.

Hands in my pocket, waiting to unleash this storm.

I hope for a worthy challenge and embrace the day of defeat

This pain inside will never be taken away, as I use it to feed my madness


I welcome death

I save lives

I am not the 300, but Nothing is more beautiful than an honorable death

My strength is deep down into my soul

There is no tomorrow

Magnetic to Madness

I see right through you

I know you won't make my wish for battle come true

You will never understand my heart

I am seemingly an emotionless monster

For all those who can't defend themselves, it's why I was born

The afterlife awaits me into its army

Come take me, into the realm of the Warrior's Soul.


By Neanerthal




Just some amateur poetry, off the top of my mind
 
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[somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond]​

BY E. E. CUMMINGS
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
 
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