My Agenda

by Damien Knight

I want, a phrase I say
a sign of my desire,
longing to control.
My goals, set ever higher

push my purpose aside,
be what I am not.
Love isn’t about pride
but I can’t help be me.

My desire is her,
my agenda is passion,
my heart is in love,
truth cannot be held in.

Others try to sway me.
She pushes away
like the fleeing sea,
but I am here waiting.

Open arms, warm smile
eager to embrace her
be the one she relies
to be an anchor.

I have no other goal
my heart is for her.
The key to my soul
is her’s to hold.

My existence is love
to be with her alone.
My agenda is desire
this my fire is shown.

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Five Words of Me

By Cera Knapp

These are five words that describe me and why I think they do.

  1. Playful. I love to play.
  2. Energetic. I am crazy and everywhere. Especially at night.
  3. Smart. I know a lot.
  4. Cute. I am cute and adorable. Just am.
  5. Gamer. I play video games a lot. I like to play them.

This is my list. Thanks!

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Five Words That Describe Me

By Jayson Knapp

These are five words I think describe me and why I think that.

  1. Crazy. I choose crazy because I think of things completely crazy and do them anyway.
  2. Gamer. Well, because I play a lot of video games.
  3. Map lover. My room is filled with maps.
  4. Silly. I like to tell corny jokes and “eggsellent” puns.
  5. Creative. I like to build, Minecraft, legos and sandbox worlds.

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The Recluse

By Damien Knight

The passion of a recluse
is locked behind cold steel.
Imprisoned by abuse
and the key long lost.

Salvation drifted by day
hunger twisted by night.
The recluse resigned to fate
yet longed for the light.

Light, the sweet commodity
that presented the shadows
dancing like a false prophesy
of love, longing, and freedom.

The other side the lady waits
in her own cell locked betrayal
for the light of day to cast
on the recluse walls her trials.

Neither carries the other’s key
Yet together they set themselves free

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Broken Man

By Damien Knight

Inside I claw at the walls
of the cage I built by hand
My skin crawls the images
Of this old broken man

All I ever wanted was love
to give my heart away
all I wanted was to be there
I wanted her to stay

I ache to let her near me
and try so hard to get close
thought this was a soul mate
not another almost

Swallowing my pride
I have to let it go
cuz time, space, and distance
has no room for love to grow

This ice cold heart
is locked back in its vault
If any is to blame
this is all my fault

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Shining Armour

By Damien Knight

A knight in shining armour
is a man who never been to war
I’m not a gonna ride in
on a pearly white horse

I am a warrior battered
my armour beaten, flesh bruised
but here I stand with my sword
to fight alongside you

I can’t save you, my lady
I also fight wars in my head
but I can love you, my princess
let’s fight this together instead

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