JOYOUS
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Joyous, joyous; happy day,
My love I saw
Today, today!
The passion burns deep like a fire,
And have I now
More pictures to admire.
Joyous day; oh happy day,
My soul leaps out
To celebrate.
And memories are sure to follow.
Dreaming of this
For many tomorrow.
Joyous, joyous; happy day,
My love I saw
Today, today.
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Joyous, joyous; happy day,
My love I saw
Today, today!
The passion burns deep like a fire,
And have I now
More pictures to admire.
Joyous day; oh happy day,
My soul leaps out
To celebrate.
And memories are sure to follow.
Dreaming of this
For many tomorrow.
Joyous, joyous; happy day,
My love I saw
Today, today.
Comments and criticism please ^_^
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From Cold (With Love)
The Cold, It rains, and penetrates
Beneath the fragile skin
The only thing protecting me
And all the things within
The Cold, It rains, and penetrates
I feel my light might flee
As though my breath, the last one I
Might take then I see thee
The Cold, it rains, and penetrates
And still persists on me
Your image keeps me up at night
And keeps the warmth and glee
Still Cold, It rains, and hesistates
To take my life away
It stings my eyes and burns my flesh
And on my wounds it rains
No matter cold, nor rain, nor pain
Nor any other thing
I will always think of you
And thus, to me, the joy I feel, you bring.
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Clouds of the Mind
The sea of reason, the dark confines
Of memories and conscious lines,
Of all the things we think and speak,
And things long forgotten, but yet we keep.
Clouds will form, and then we find,
Creative thoughts trapped in mind.
Quests and journeys, I would compose,
If only what to write was known.
Of dragons, elves, and knightly men,
Of magic, spells, and things impend.
Of many things in which to craft,
And yet ideas, I do not have.
So sit me here, and here I speak
Of ideas as such unattainable things.
That might I sit and write enough,
Ideas to scribe, to me might come.
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The Cold, It rains, and penetrates
Beneath the fragile skin
The only thing protecting me
And all the things within
The Cold, It rains, and penetrates
I feel my light might flee
As though my breath, the last one I
Might take then I see thee
The Cold, it rains, and penetrates
And still persists on me
Your image keeps me up at night
And keeps the warmth and glee
Still Cold, It rains, and hesistates
To take my life away
It stings my eyes and burns my flesh
And on my wounds it rains
No matter cold, nor rain, nor pain
Nor any other thing
I will always think of you
And thus, to me, the joy I feel, you bring.
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Clouds of the Mind
The sea of reason, the dark confines
Of memories and conscious lines,
Of all the things we think and speak,
And things long forgotten, but yet we keep.
Clouds will form, and then we find,
Creative thoughts trapped in mind.
Quests and journeys, I would compose,
If only what to write was known.
Of dragons, elves, and knightly men,
Of magic, spells, and things impend.
Of many things in which to craft,
And yet ideas, I do not have.
So sit me here, and here I speak
Of ideas as such unattainable things.
That might I sit and write enough,
Ideas to scribe, to me might come.
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Additional notes, yes, both of these are written in Quatrains with iambic tetrameter lines, and I am very well aware that there are too many stressed syllables in the last line of From Cold. I did that on purpose (because I felt like it). Also, I am aware of how many "Feminine"/"Slang" rhymes I have in Clouds of the Mind, thanks.
