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Celeste's Poetry Collection: May 2009
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I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. Thursday, May 14, 2009. Our love has thus blossomed two years and one. Tis a lie to say no battles were won. The flag has no meaning without its pole,. Like a walking torso without a soul. The thorns of a rose define its beauty,. Cold chilly winters make spring more plenty. The sour peels that keep the cherries sweet,. The gruesome tyrant trains the strongest fleet. Uncovered the veil that blinded my mind,. Can any other be ever so kind.
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Celeste's Poetry Collection: November 2009
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I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. Saturday, November 14, 2009. Marvelling the sights of passersby,. To whatever she's climbing on. Whether it be a simple fence. Or the wall of a brick house. Cannot undermine her beauty. She would be the wonder in a scene. Take that which she is leaning on. Then her beauty is no more. She, is no more. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Liverpool, Merseyside, United Kingdom. View my complete profile. Art of the Day. Salvador Dali Fine Art of the Day.
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Celeste's Poetry Collection: March 2009
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I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. Monday, March 30, 2009. Written on our fourth anniversary. We are but two Fools,. Treading upon the soil of the World. But spinning the Wheel. Changes not our fate in the slightest way. Thou art the Star. And I, the Moon. Both breathing in the rays of the Sun. He gives us Strength. Then Justice is unveiled. We are the Hermit,. The Magician, and the Hierophant;. We are the High Priestess. Together we battle in the Tower. See original post: Click me.
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Celeste's Poetry Collection: Grandma Nature
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I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. Tuesday, March 09, 2010. Oh, how they've all forgotten,. Your tender love and care. Is what made them who they are. Gently, blows the breeze,. Taking away the marks. Of stress, of pressure, and of virulence,. Inside the mind and on my face. Bread by the simplicity. Of the kind and loving you. Dear mother of all,. How I've forgotten,. Just like the rest of them. Amidst the hustle and bustle. Of this inhuman civilisation. Which had always been.
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Celeste's Poetry Collection: Rainbow
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I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. Friday, October 15, 2010. Prithee rainbow, do not go. Thy arch perches upon the azure sky,. Only after the stormiest wind. Knowing thy stay is short,. My sight remained upon thee. Yet distracted by a malicious sting,. When I turn around again,. Have thee left for good? Or shall I search a little bit more? Prithee rainbow, do not go. Thy arch perches upon the azure sky,. Only after the stormiest wind. Knowing thy stay is short,. Art of the Day.
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Celeste's Poetry Collection: The Ultimate Defeat
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I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. Friday, October 15, 2010. He signed a pact with the devil,. And lost all but a pair of flip-flops. There was little left of him. This, the world perceived;. Because he had lost everything. To the bloody devil himself. Little did they know;. His angels thus began. Singing his song aloud. As he sat in the corner and wept:. Oh he is so 'cuz he gave us all;. What's left in him that's all good. He gave and gave till none was left;. Oh, why can't you see?
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Celeste's Poetry Collection: When the world is not enough.
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I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. Friday, February 10, 2012. When the world is not enough. When the world is not enough,. Hills and mountains and pastures,. Doth become a deserted oblivion. When the world is not enough. When the world is not enough,. The waters of the Pacific Ocean. Would be sucked completely dry. The seas no more,. And no more rivers. When the world is not enough. When the world is not enough,. The coming of each dawn,. Brings no more hope. Heaven is no more.
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Celeste's Poetry Collection: No Reply
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I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. Friday, October 15, 2010. Speak not and listen. To the silence within;. Let the gaze blind our minds. As I caress your gentle. Whispers of adoration,. We turn this moment. We are both heroes. Succumbing to our arch-enemy's. If this does not suffice,. Speak not and listen. To the silence within;. Let the gaze blind our minds. As I caress your gentle. Whispers of adoration,. We turn this moment. We are both heroes. Succumbing to our arch-enemy's.
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Celeste's Poetry Collection: August 2011
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I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. Thursday, August 11, 2011. There is a labyrinth in my heart,. The entrance is wide open,. But the exit is invisible. I turn right,. And end up where I started. I turn left,. And got back to where I was again. The pain and agony of being perpetually stuck. Within a space with no time, no joy, and no light. This is the labyrinth in my heart,. And I wish to heaven,. The exit will become visible to me. So I can get out. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Celeste's Poetry Collection: Ivy
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I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. Saturday, November 14, 2009. Marvelling the sights of passersby,. To whatever she's climbing on. Whether it be a simple fence. Or the wall of a brick house. Cannot undermine her beauty. She would be the wonder in a scene. Take that which she is leaning on. Then her beauty is no more. She, is no more. Marvelling the sights of passersby,. To whatever she's climbing on. Whether it be a simple fence. Or the wall of a brick house. She, is no more.
