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S. Morris

S. Morris

Up-Lift

Weakness is only a figment of our imaginations.
The only weakness we truly have, is forgetting we have none.

(2010)

This is a quote I wrote when I was 12; it has reminded me that live is worth living and it has given me great strength over the years.

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Other works by S. Morris...
The Demons of Myself

You are my ray of sunshine When all there is to be seen is ra… Though Monsters are real They reside inside of us humans
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Guilty Tendencies

I’m gonna chop my fucking arm off Fuck everything There’s just no point No life left in my eyes Behind this mask
Here It Is

I’m gonna write a poem okay? One that’s filled with darkness an… A light that has been shed on a li… A light that will never be blown o… Or taken away
Pastel

The faces are blending They all look the same The colors, the textures They never seem to change They are becoming something, somet…
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Remember the Face

Do you think I want to live this… Constantly wishing I was able to… Constantly dreaming and hoping for… Always doubting myself; always uns… Which path is right, and which pat…
The Farthest Harmony

You’re perfect, like the stars in… Like the gleaming dew in the sun s… Drifting so high off the ground The clouds around you must be your… The rain hitting the sidewalk on a…
Robotic Remains

Nails dig deep when squeezed Tightly against our bodies as we f… Marking our palms in the color we… Sticky red stains are all to be se… Who could’ve ever expected somethi…
Depressed Behind Closed Doors

I like to be happy With general people I know right and wrong Good from evil I like to smile and laugh a lot
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I Am Oblivion

It just hurts so much And I can not explain it No matter how deeply I write Sing Speak
Soldiers' Fate

Is this amusing? The fact that we can’t speak? We keep our mouths closed and kill… We are one, together we stand But we kill each other at the call…
The Little Poet That Never Could

Memories and worries keep knocking… Just keep knocking nobody’s home There’s no one left It’s too late I’m already dead
Stand Steep

I don’t have anything going for me I’m a dead beat Soon to be drop out I have no job No money
To the End of the Universe and Back

Sun dried skin Bruised and scarred lips Scratches that run down the sides… Lovely works and aching hips An old, water-stained photograph s…
There's a Time for That

There’s a time to be silly There’s a time to be mad There’s a time to be happy There’s a time to be bad There’s a place for me
Chemical Imbalance

I’ve got a trigger for a mind I’ve got a gun for a heart No matter which way I turn I’m finished before I even start What’s left of me once I implode
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