The Paradox poemThe ParadoxThe Paradox poem
two forces both unalterable both unchangeable
one unstoppable the other immovable
a shield and spear both all powerful
both perfect in every way.
the spear always propelled forward
nothing to hold it back
nothing to detour its path
flying, pushing, thrusting, splitting, breaking
built from adventure
built from freedom and action
always seeking an equal force
the shield never moving
forever propelled backwards
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Welcome Back It's Been AwhileWelcome back Its been awhile.Welcome Back It's Been Awhile
Happiness, peace, content, and hope
all new things within me
all new things to explore
happiness with where i am
happiness with what has been done
happiness that I with the world have moved on
peace embedded in my head
peace between the dreaded Robert and his mad ways
peaceful enough to let go of chaos and discord
content in letting the past go
content in pushing forwards and leaving the pas
I don't like open doorsI Don’t Like Open DoorsI don't like open doors
I don’t like open doors I don’t like opening doors They let people get in They let monsters get out
I don’t like open doors It makes the light leave And the darkness enter
Open doors Are meant to be passed through Go into many different universes
Parallel yet unparallel
Normal yet abnormal To walk into another world
Another time Or another room
Filled with adventure
Fueled with potential
Potential happiness Potential greatness Around the bend
Cornered RoomPainted Red (rage), blue (guilt), black (depression), and Green (envy, jealousy), is a room I sit in, sitting in the darker corner the corner of black. As the other in the lighter but not any better sits in the green. Four corners in the room, four different colored corners. All as deadly as the last All as painful and harmful front and back. Expect for one and that is the truth One white (safety, purity, hope) dot in the middle of the room. The other colors hate and despise, ignore and cry to the white dot in the center of the room The red corner colored in with blots of blood and gallons of clear rage. Rage atCornered Room
Taking Life Head On.
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