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Like spermatozoa and oocytes They walked down the aisle  To be rebirthed on the birth bed of holy matrimony 
Come, taste the world with me Time wears bright call  For plain value  Chasing down seconds for centuries  Night and day  New and old 
I yearn for how life loves to love  On the bridge of experience  Every fine day blooming by the tick 
On golden bough he once sat astride That leafen face, green dark-eyed Midwinter sprites once danced in white Pending return of the warming light   Once the rebirth of all nature’s gifts
I kept telling myself I was over you That I was done writing about you Or thinking about you Or talking about you But here I am Six months later and I still feel guilty for letting your name grace my tongue
Crimson beams alluring to a new day’s dawn Natures greeting to a venerable world reborn Helios again rising banishing darkness away Reviving Gaia with an effortless coloured array  
when the ray hits you it reminds you of life not of the current but of life at its source   it brings up the issues from inside your bones and beneath your skin interrupting hibernation
She stared into the sky above her with a fire in her eyes Days, weeks, months had passed since that day After hours sat by a window watching the rain floating heavy to the ground
Like the sound of distant coughing the masks of people’s courage fail and we flail in amongst our daydreaming fears the tears of beast we don’t normally acknowledge 
The Rebirth by Dean S. Parris
The great mighty ocean, The deep blue sea, Nature’s bounty, Timeless you be....   The giver of life, The salt of the earth,
Time passes by and darkness begins to descend. But still the trees will not bend, the darkness creeps ever closer and brings the crisp cold air, yet the trees do not bend. The air gets colder as we all get older, here the first leaves fall.
Below this ground lies the infinite ocean graveyard The seas overtaking boundless promises Left for the tides to discard Waves washing away titanium tiles
She lived in deep watersWhere someone once sleptHer breath ran out  Waiting to be found"Life is short," she said.before her flesh fell into the ground She is in your gardenSoundly sleeping
From the tales of ancient prophecy  The rivers run to eternity without end  The destiny of all things certain A return to the same place in time
the Earth once asked its lover what are humans made of? same as you replied the Girl explain  said the Earth i have iron in my blood,  oxygen in my lungs,  and salt in my tears,
Feather light touches, blink and they’re gone. I used to watch flowers in the early Spring bloom, unfurling the curl of their petals in a yawn
When I stopped shielding my eyes From my first heartbreak Came rebirth in Sensuality Everywhere X followed And then came
  The air becomes dry and the wind stops mewling familiar hymns that I stopped singing So that I may talk to you  
The sun just rose in lost connection, Please undo the times we have held onto believe, False hope, dreams, and expectation. I'm just glad those two came out alive, In due time, it's overwhelming inside.  
Shadows churning and spiralling Words endlessly applying themselves to paper A written goodbye So many times written before Yet here again the same words written
You lay there depleted, all hope diminished.   Your goal in sight, never to be finished.   Alone with not a single savior, Is the everlasting sense of failure  
A gnashing cruelty and an unfading whine like A VCR spilled over with vase-water, Keeps the shadowed part of me Beating; It is not a reflection of the Upbringing that
I am a caricature of a whisper My breath tries and fails to stand on its’ own Not daring to speak my truth The only escape through the pages I am named for
Claiming sadness to be all your own Your only comfort in life, the sorrow you've known. Could anyone know the tear as well as you? Be seduced by the pain, as it cuts your heart in two?
To Whom it May Concern,   I hope this letter finds you alive and well, because at least that would make one of us.  
Dear Now,   I could start this out by saying "Hello," But I think we both know it would go a little bit more like (sigh) "Hello... again."
Dear past self,   _____________1______________   I should probably let you know I sent an arrow flying into my mindHoping it'd find someone cool I could write toBut somehow, it targeted you.
I'm still happy, Even through the pain. What's a rainbow worth, Without a little rain?
Ash like snowKissing my skin, It fallsThe bitter warmth of the flameThe crack of the light, it dances
In the darkest of nights, I felt alone. I felt only sadness and fear. I felt the pain of the hand that once claimed to love me caress me in places I did not want to be caressed.
You believed in him because You first met him when you were quixotic and optimistic. You confused rush for love.
Mercury, Venus, Saturn, All the planets, the same pattern, If we listen to their patter, Our world is bones from their matter. The Sun has scorched the planes of Mars,
Hope flickers inside, A wonderful noise builds within, Dawn rises, life begins.  
She rubbed her eyes so much that the dark she saw every Goddamn Night Turned like a frivolous little inchworm Turned big Wings
When the clouds block out the sky I won't forget There's still a sun, a sky after rain I'm still A little flower, letting go Of what I think I know
Spoken Intro: “All of a sudden, it’s like you’ve become aware of your own existence, how unwhole you are. And you’re constantly being reborn... Again... And again... And again... And again.
Take it easy Your mind is thin paper held up to the sun Through it shines colors the eye can’t even see, But you’re quick to burn too fast... Be mindful & burn slow...
brokenand I refuse to bealive and energizedbecause who I am issuffering everydayby drowning my sorrows in alcohol,but nothing changeseverything can be overin one small instant
Darkness fills the world around me, trapping me within its confined space that seems never ending.  It tightens itself around me, putting pressure on my chest and compressing down until I feel my lungs on the brim of a burst. 
I look into a dark void shadows surround me, grasp me into their winding fingers pulling me in by my hands, accelerating. Is the light at the end of the tunnel real?  
In the year of still not our lord but better known as 2016 I celebrated I grieved and was introduced to a newer
High five     high mind Do I write?     or do I type?        Higher than the sky my wings will burn     I will d i s p e r s e  like ashes         into   the
I hold my breath when you kiss me to stop the rattling of my ribs and the expansion of lungs. So my body remains undisturbed, unless it is touched by you.
  Into her torn shoes fell the rocks. She let them crumble, let herself bleed. Trudging towards her tryst with trees, under battered broken branches she
It’s funny to think of yourself in pieces When the shatter has since become a distant memory
Love can and will Burn you Begins in sparks Ends with ashes Yet for the lucky Instead of ashes Instead of burning out They come to find They are phoenixes And do not partake
As I shot into eternity, "I" died.  I, who is only familiar to me, obliterated and forgotten.   This was it. This... was.  Bright, forgiving light, showered upon my existence.  Bathed in Glory, I was reborn. 
To illustrate the Spring,  And focus on the innocence of bright new leaves Which cover a fresh landscape...   Is ignorance on my part-- To say that infantile flowers are so opaque as to mask
Like a misty, ocean morning, smokey blue pale enough to be grey, cobalt towards the western cliffs.   A fisherman sets out in the early chill with a fire lit lamp. It's glow shocking life into 
it's the start of a  new season, crisper   air and revival   
My skin is shed and
I woke up this morning with tears in my eyes.
- I will leave this Earth by wrestling the Sun   If I am to be destroyed. build up my grandeur higher than the tallest mountaintops. Let Zeus himself look up and marvel at my glory.
I am jaded by the sun
The smallest golden seed fell from the tallest tree And the forest came alive. The healthiest patch of soil caught the smallest golden seed And the forest sighed.
When I die I want to be a tree, That may seem like a weird thing to be,
 And so it did rain, Dark clouds fell across the sky, And it did renew.
When do the lessons of fiction come and play into reality? Why does nonfiction become affliction and government becomes arbituary?   ORDER! ORDER! ORDER! They'll scream until they're blue.
First the mud was dredged from the reeded river by the potter’s boy who slid his hands in the cool sludge and made his friends with the wet earth. In the studio, the inert mass waited to be yanked off in chunks, to be shaped by adroit hands – like...
One white kid in the whole neighborhood All my friends spoke Spanish but still I knew the truth That every one of us wants the same exact thing To find a safe haven and to have a family  
This rage does not subside it only ignites me kept on a tight leash i'll find a way try to oppress what what I feel I know what i feel everyday try to work me like a dog
Can you feel it? Can you feel that Change? I can feel it blowing our way. Can you see it? Can you see this new day?  I can hear it calling our name.   Change is coming down. Change is coming now.
It comes again, it comes again
I learned long ago how to be strong; to hide my fragile heart.No one knew all the while, I was broken from the start.
Here's to the New Year For one filled with hope Where we conquer the fear
I died as Autumn burned out bright
Lost in desperation, I am constantly searching for inspiration, Seeking motivation, I need a little persuation to keep me in the mindset I was rasied in. As I look in the mirror I'm staring at the enemy,
Scattered feathers and wings Litter the ground in small piles of forlorn flight Discarded plumage thrown down Melting into the grass Shifting into mud Becoming one with the ground it once defied
It was five years ago to the day
Did frost bite me?
  we all start by hitting the ground and we open our eyes
A path appears before you
Eyes closed,    one foot ahead of the other,       I walk into the world.
The words fell Like stars from the sky, Like rain A heavenly blessing upon a dried earth, Onto broken hearts, Revitalizing, Bringing them back. Hear the beat: Ba-bum, ba-bum...
Steps echo against a darkness Whispers of souls lost too Raising my head towards destiny Feeling the sensation of gratification The flames overtake this body For now I am free Now I can be
Not alive 'till now.  This is my coming-of-age.  Taking my first step.
Take my hand feel the warmth emitting from the sand  as ashes burn I will learn not to break Fragile soul, what more could be at stake? Oh dear one, don't abandon me Oh dear one, hear my prayer  
  Follow me Through this dance of conformity Copy my movements Add them to your list of improvements Your sickness cannot frighten me away Acceptance is child’s play I’ll give you the antidote
I am like the phoenix. When I burn, I burn with passion. I engulf in pain and sorrowful lessons that twist the flames in a cyclone of radiant, red, rotating fire. The hard way.
  And so we disembark into the crowded hall-ways piranhas dead on our heels it hurts but we shuffle on, what for other choice is there? Day to day, with pieces cut out The bitter salt fermenting in our lungs
Before I beginI must say this story is filled with an abundant amount of sinIntertwined with remarkable appearanceI repaint this canvas to enhance itsAdherenceFor my thoughtsSadly for heThe creator
I mourn not    the death of a loved one.Rather,    I mourn        the death            of an unforgiven being.She was,    and always will be,        a stanger.She rests    in a pit
Father remember. Remember the shady fern-banks, How we ran in childish awe Of canopy’s cathedral And the birch in its ranks, Ran to see like a curious fawn.   Father remember.
I stand as a shadow among millions of face, my voice is silenced by the echoing river of voices a like. "break free from the drowning"; I scream from the inside, then one day from a blank page, the worlds ears became my canvas.
Worship without focusIs simply a blissful ruckusI can stand before the throne of GodEyes glazed over, I stand a fraudHe will not allow me to stand like this longHe desires my whole, for me to sing HIS song
Everyone dreams of growing up With memories of when you drank from a sippy cup Places you've dreamed of going Expressing yourself because you're already glowing I want to be free   People may say
The comforting warmth of the sun, The coolness and flow of a forest spring, The crisp cold air of twilight, And the golden reveal of the dawn. The miracle of the vessel womb, The inspring wonder of the flame,
I never thought much of my poems The silly little things I would scribble in my notebook during class While my Calc teacher would give me numbers to ponder My mind would always stray to words
Every time I look around I see you and me Standing tall and proud This Country the land of the free and home of the brave Soldiers fight day and night, so we can be free Where else where you rather be
-I live a new life now, its with Christ now, no matter how my background went down, my intent now is to live alright now, the wrongs that i write down, insight to fight the wrong so they live right now, im talking right now, im talking bout the ki
Sometimes, things are bad for me, age has nothing to do emotions are real, very real. strong enough to guide me to the bathroom where I sit contemplating the very nerve of my exsistance. I don't need to live.
I was lost But now I am found I was weak But now I am strong I never knew who "me" was Until I found "me" written all over my notebooks Written all over me.
Night confronted her adversary, intrepid, a face of darkness dancing among the stars that brightened it. There he stood, undaunted, head blazing with the fires of Hell.
Don't think I'm an angel I've had my share of fuck ups and then some The old chink in my armor is still there I only come here seeking peace, And I only come here seeking me. I was stuck in my own mind
I’m caught in a whirlwind of fire, The fire is what terrifies as well as soothes me This whirlwind is a creation of my love, hate, and desire Origin, the sweetest of roses,
Sometimes it’s not the act that gets us. It’s the reaction that hit us. It’s the pain that we can’t explain. Using solvents to erase our brains. Going to and from not knowing which is which.
All I know is that I wanted her whole heartedly. So entirely that I felt each ache deep within myself. The sound of her voice washed over me— like a little kid I watched in awe.
Encircled by an icy perfection desiring spring to rise and thaw yearning strictly buckled down our passions mustn’t gain control
As the clouds get bigger and darker I feel my heart starting to beat faster The thundering makes the whole world shake I wish these walls would just break Let the rain in; let it fall down on my cheek…
Rebirth is my name, the act of resurrection. Many think it pointless but my name helps define me rebirth is who i am, for it has already begun
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