Randomness.

Master slams his orders
Pupil's tolerance growing shorter
May I have some water?
No, not until tomorrow.
My voice, mellow and meek
My words, dynamic but bleak
You say my words are cheap,
Only used for rhyming
But my words are strong
Like the wind and it's chiming.
False prophets plague our world
Inside they are weak as a little girl
Can I not be honest?
Would you be sincere?
All I know is pain
All you see is fear
Just a string of words
that may make no sense
Inside though,
There lies a meaning that is immense.
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letmeout09
Sounds like it could be a song. It's got a good rhythm.
It reminds me of something my friend wrote. There was a line about how you write because it's the only defense in this fight (something like that anyway - I'm not going to look for the actual thing because then I wouldn't be so anonymous, would I? Lol.)
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Wish
I like this poem :)
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0bsessed93
please answere the question i asked about boys :)
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Terieca100