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I'm wandering Theese empty halls
Don't know what I'm looking for
I see a light at the end
And now I'm gone

poem by Marissa Ford
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Hero

My hero is no hero at all.
My hero silently walks these empty halls.
As I falter…
As I fall…
My hero continues to walk these silent…empty halls,
These halls are windows into my hell.
Servants of Baal…
Here they dwell.
Frozen inequities… How fickle they are to me
My hero possesses no qualities at all.
My hero…has virtues but none known well
My hero only protects his respect.
My hero… is no hero at all.

poem by Juxtaposed Jealousy
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Shallow Halls

In the shallow halls
of hollow fame,
I walk my endless trek
with arms empty open
waiting to beckon
any stranger to my kingdom
where hearts entangle
within loves refuge.
Where smiles are written
within each world,
but no one comes
to seek refuge
within these shallow halls.

poem by David Harris
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Sly

Nicolette
I try to believe what I feel these days
It makes life much easier for me
Its hard to decide what is real these days
When things look so dizzy to me
I already know my childrens childrens faces
Voices that Ive heard before
Theres always more
Theres always more
Wandering leaving the sea behind
To my home which everybody owns
Wandering, wandering
Where we can do ? ? ? ? ?
Wandering
I feel like a 1000 years have passed
Im younger than I used to be
I feel like the world is my home at last
I know everyone that I meet
Somewhere in the music I can hear the bells
I heard a 1000 years before
Theres always more
Theres always more
Wandering is this there all there is
Since I was since I began to be
Wandering, wandering
Where we can do ? ? ? ? ?
Wandering

song performed by by Massive Attack
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My Dark Dreams

I'm in the dark
And I'm lost
In my mind, screaming
Through the empty
Space, filled with no light
All I hear is my echo

I listen and hear the echo
Of silent breaking through the dark
Nothingness that consumes any light
That I don't see, in this lost
Place of empty
Dreaming, in which I scream

Soon as it stops, the screaming
High painful cry, and the echo
Fades, leaving me again in the empty
Hallow thoughts of my dark
Sleep, and wander through my mind lost
Of what I had, it was my light

What I had was like a warm light
That held me from the bitter screaming
Of the cold, it found me when I was lost
It covered me like a blanket, and echoed
Through my soul, with it I was never in the dark
And never left empty

Now, in my sleep, I am empty
The warm blanket of hte light
No longer holds me, but exposes me to the dark
And painful piercing screams
Of my own voice echoing
In my nightmares of what I've lost

I am lost
In the emptiness
Of my own pain, that echoes
Through me, and all I want again is the light
For it I scream
In my dreams, but all I get in the dark

I dream of the dark and I'm lost
My screaming is only heard by the empty
Space in my mind, where light shined, but there is only echo.

poem by Nicole Hiebing
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When Time Stood Still

Far beyond the things you see
Time rolls on eternally
Got a thing about it
Just cant live without it
Sitting there inside your mind
Just waiting for the clock to chime
On a lonely line
Stood a lonely man
No pictures on an empty wall
No body there no one at all
Just echoes in the ivory halls
When time stood still
Days line up outside the door
Thought time had stopped there was no more
Been a lonely world
Such a lonely world
No pictures on an empty wall
No toulouse, vincent, or pablo
Just echoes in the ivory halls
When time stood still
No big machine or april showers
No submarines no plastic flowers
Just echoes in the ivory towers
When time stood still
When time stood still
When time stood still
When time stood still

song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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My Father's Halls

My father's halls, so rich and rare,
Are desolate and bleak and bare;
My father's heart and halls are one,
Since I, their life and light, am gone.

O, valiant knight, with hand of steel
And heart of gold, hear my appeal:
Release me from the spoiler's charms,
And bear me to my father's arms.

poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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The lord

The lord is like the air around us,
With out it we wouldn't survive.
He starts and ends this day,
The Earth which we call home,
Life as we know it.
Some may say this is harsh,
That he has no right,
But what we must remember that he gave all of us theese things,
And being so kind as to let us do what we wish with it,
Only having one wish,
That we will continue our life,
While loving him,
And serving him in any way we can,
Until the very end.

poem by Katelyn Ross
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It Is...! ?

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poem by Dorian Suchelle
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Art, after all, is traditionally displayed against vacancies: paintings on dun walls, sculptures in empty spaces, music in quiet halls.

quote by John Hart
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Ring Wandering

Wandering,
Ring wandering,
Round and round,
Until I'm found

I search and
lose myself,
eventually fading
out

Swirling the milk
with a spoon,
sooner or later
it's all blended
in a single cup

I'm lost but
I'm here
The place I stand
Is it my identity?

Wandering,
Ring Wandering,
Round and round,
Until I'm found

poem by Invalid Files
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She Likes Night

She likes night
Not wish to be in day light
How beautiful is this night
Everyone is sleeping so delight
In the night she can breath freely
No one upset her unnecessarily
In the day she is endeavoring to hide herself
People wandering to ensnare her by themselves
So, she likes night
Not wish to be in day light
In the day she has to go to school
Fear of flattering in front of other children be fool
Her school fees not yet paid
She is wandering for money to be made
In the day everyone wears beautiful dresses
But she has nothing to impresses
So, she likes night
Not wish to be in day light
In the day she do not go to church masses
Everyone glazing in to her eyes not to Jesus
Tried to close her eyes towards other
But still she can hear the murmurs from the air
In the day she cannot see dreams
For her the time is so extreme
So, she likes night
Not wish to be in day light
In the night she can shed her tears
In the night she can murmur her prayers
She can see her parents on the sky
They are there among the stars looking into her eyes
She likes to be one among them
But still she is living for someone
So, she likes night
Not wish to be in day light
Aswathi

poem by Aswathi Asok
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The Poems Come Out Of My Soul

THE POEMS COME OUT OF MY SOUL

The poems come out of my soul-
They are my soul-
They are the writing I do to stay alive
They hold me in the world
And give me faith in myself-

Without them now
I would be wandering in the universe
As if I were dead matter and dead energy
Scattered to the farthest empty places
And with no hope of ever being human
And giving off any real light again.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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To Be The One

Well the pills I got they ask me lets go out for a while
And the knives up in the kitchen are all too dull to smile
Yeah and the sun it tries to warn me
Boy those wings are made of wax
While the things I do to kill me
They just tell me to relax
But oh cinderella
All dressed up in all your boots and all your charms
Im not the fellow
To protect you or to keep you from all your harm
And I dont know which is worse
To wake up and see the sun
Or to be the one be the one
Be the one thats gone
And the empty bottle it misses you
Yeah and Im the one that its talking to
And with you and I just barely strangers
Im pretty much just left the fool
Damn dont the streets look empty though
Just wandering round here without you
Oh the empty bottle it misses you and Im the one its talking to
And I dont know which is worse
To wake up and see the sun
Or to be the one be the one thats gone

song performed by by Ryan Adams
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The Last Stand Of Shazeb Andleeb

And on this smoggy day
He tried to make his way
But odds were six to one
He had no chance to fight
He ascended into light
Light brighter than the sun
Did you almost feel the pain ?
It will never be the same
The desecration of this glebe
He came from pakistan
To the halls of narbonne
This is the last stand of shazeb andleeb

song performed by by Frank Black
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Brian And Robert

If you're just staring at your walls
observing echoing footfalls
from tenants wandering distant halls
then this one is for you
if children playing all around
to you is noise not pleasant sound
and you'd be lost on the playground
then this one is for you
all alone the life you lead
a silent diner where you feed
bow your head pretend to read
this one is for you
slip past strangers in the street
there's no one that you care to meet
longing for your TV seat
this one is for you

song performed by by Phish
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Walking With The Lover...

walking with the Lover...
i see empty fields plowed,
come alive with crops abundant.
empty factory buildings filled
with the ghosts of hard working lives.
empty houses lit up,
and the sounds of families.
empty hands given cups and bowls,
empty hearts held close!
empty words given meaning,
empty promises fulfilled.
walking with the Lover...
touching the plenty of empty!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Venice

IN domes of dim and ancient gold,
In cloisters, where the lightning plays,
Where gleam the gorgeous saints of old
In aisles of jade and chrysoprase,
In halls that wave like waving water,
Still moves the voice of Ocean's daughter.

Venice ! What siren music then
Stirred on the shoals and shallow sea,
When that small band of wandering men
First in their dreams imagined thee,
And hung thy lyric splendour high
Between the water and the sky!

What Triton strains in other days
Were heard, when, on a sea of flame,
Thy battlefleet swung through the haze,
And homeward in her glory came,
Bearing the beauty of the East
To make Thy happy saint a feast.

Now, though that sceptre-hand be cold,
Those argent argosies no more
Their Tyrian-tinted wings unfold
From Cyprus unto Elsinore;
With broken sword, and banner furled,
How dies the Siren of the world?

The cloud has lifted from the stars,
And now again the starlight falls;
Now Venus calls again to Mars,
And Bacchus reels about his halls
And, lovely in a thousand forms,
Our Lady drifts above the storms.

Among the moonlit marble lace,
That wreathes this avenue forlorn,
Some God has made his dwelling place
And takes his manna from the morn;
And every young and wandering soul,
That passes here, must pay its toll.

Far off the city fades away,
Save where one tow'r of rosy light,
Like some dissolving shaft of day,
Pierces the bosom of the night:
The distant lightning breaks its shroud:
Valhalla gleams beyond the cloud.

Alone we float through gulfs remote,
The black canal no longer seen;
My boat it is a fairy boat,
Above the ripple silver-green,
Upon the wavelet violet-crowned,
My boat and I are outward bound!
What

poem by Herbert Asquith
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Empty Can

An empty can all alone
Wandering the street with fleshless bone
Only the artist design bluff on the surface
But still rust peeped, praying to grab his whole face
It linger up and down the town on careless heads
I was clean and fit polished and neath when my owner first helds
Now I sleeps out side the house under market table
I'm empty and baseless with nowhere to go or no one to call my people
Whole night I stand and lay thinking how important it had been
When I was holding water, endless love is the best I had seen
They bath me twice every day and poured water on me which is only safe to drink
If anyone careless me, my mother will spill his skin ink
but since water started passing through my anus and purse
There even mother started being careless saying I've ran my course
I'm an empty can rattling my way aimlessly
I'm a ball I'm being kicked everywhere Uselessly
I'm an empty can I will lift battling feet who cannot stand
Since I can no more hold climax of knowledge hand
I'm an empty I wish I had all to gain knowledge
And I swear i'll help anyone who had his whole heart pledge

poem by Kemurl Fofanah
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Brian & Robert

If youre just staring at your walls
Observing echoing footfalls
From tenants wandering distant halls
Then this one is for you
If children playing all around
To you is noise not pleasant sound
And youd be lost on the playground
Then this one is for you
All alone the life you lead
A silent diner where you feed
Bow your head pretend to read
This one is for you
Slip past strangers in the street
Theres no one that you care to meet
Longing for your tv seat
This one is for you

song performed by by Phish
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Empty Sky

I woke up this morning
I could barely breathe
Just an empty impression
In the bed there you used to be
I want a kiss from your lips
I want an eye for an eye
I woke up this morning to an empty sky
Empty sky, empty sky
I woke up this morning to an empty sky
Empty sky, empty sky
I woke up this morning to an empty sky
Blood on the streets
Blood flowin down
I hear the blood of my blood
Cryin from the ground
Empty sky, empty sky
I woke up this morning to an empty sky
Empty sky, empty sky
I woke up this morning to an empty sky
On the plains of jordan
I cut my bow from the wood
Of this tree of evil
Of this tree of good
I want a kiss from your lips
I want an eye for an eye
I woke up this morning to the empty sky

song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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