Poem dump!

[poet_at_heart]

Please bring the chains.
And don't forget the hammer,
I whisper to you.

Come as fast as you can.
If it is possible for you,
within the next minute.

Battery beeping once again,
wind blowing here,
as I beg of you.

Please hurry,
it is breaking now.
Caving in and trapping me.

But I think the chains will help,
that they will stop this cursed flow.
Why do we need time?

I know I don't.
Don't want to grow up,
nor lose what I need.

So please chain me here,
in this moment of time.
Before my chest caves in on me.

Before I lose you,
for such a long amount of moons.
Please hurry here.

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Bloom in my hand,
small rose of freedom.
Let your scent spread on this meadow,
bringing all the loved ones here.
Let us dance and sing.
Sing to happiness and glory,
while we dance in the winds embrace.
Bloom small rose,
because I love you.

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I am only myself.
I am not beautiful nor amazing,
can't even move my lips.
But one thing I know,
for sure and truth,
me eyes are open to you.
And I see only a light,
brimming with energy and beauty.
You are amazing.

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It divides.
It unites.
It crushers.
It tears apart.
It shows your weakness.
It never forgives.
Death.
It takes everything from you.

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How many times,
can a human realize this?
Realize how small she is,
before she crumbles.

How many miles can come,
before she gives up
her try to find 'home'?

How much pressure
will it take for the distance,
weighting down on shoulders too thin?

Can anyone except him,
the one above us all,
answer to all these questions?
No, since he created us.

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Trying desperately,
fighting to achieve the dream,
I get caught up in yours.
Whatever I do,
the reel is reeling me in,
even if I try to ignore it.

The map you stole,
don't think it's important to me!
I keep struggling,
reaching for that important thing,
not quite within my grasp.
Get this chain of me!

Don't want to live like you,
caught up in a broken mirror
without a reflection.
You're pathetic,
you know that?
Even if you're just a fake reflection.

^The centered poems isn't personal.

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... 's one of the few things I take pride in, please don't smash 'em with a frying pan, please?