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Capable
Sometimes I think we are able,
Of doing more than we are capable.
Believing the unexplainable.
Achieving the unobtainable.
Understanding the unspeakable.
Admiring the unsuitable.
Depending on the unreliable.
Identifying with the unrecognizable.
Disputing the unquestionable.
Forgiving the unredeemable.
Relating to the unjustifiable.
Conjuring the unimaginable.
Supporting the unfavourable.
Adoring the undesirable.
Rejecting the undeniable.
Gaining the unavailable.
Befriending the unapproachable.
Withstanding the unbearable.
Sometimes I do think we are able,
Of doing more than we are capable.
Kela lewis-morin
Sometimes I think we are able,
Of doing more than we are capable.
Believing the unexplainable.
Achieving the unobtainable.
Understanding the unspeakable.
Admiring the unsuitable.
Depending on the unreliable.
Identifying with the unrecognizable.
Disputing the unquestionable.
Forgiving the unredeemable.
Relating to the unjustifiable.
Conjuring the unimaginable.
Supporting the unfavourable.
Adoring the undesirable.
Rejecting the undeniable.
Gaining the unavailable.
Befriending the unapproachable.
Withstanding the unbearable.
Sometimes I do think we are able,
Of doing more than we are capable.
Kela lewis-morin
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It Came From The Dark
It Came From The Dark:
Amongst the ashes, swirling from the darkness of the pit,
Emerged a hand, dragging a battered body across the rocks.
Blood leaked from the wounds so callously self-inflicted,
And teeth ground with a focused determination and seething anger.
It cared not for the warm rubies - staining the jagged rocks,
It cared not for the sensation of pain...
All that it remembered was a dream, An obsession -
One that drove it ever higher; ignoring all else!
Eventually it emerged from this shadowy hole, this dreary depth,
And in that moment, it learned of the truth.
For this creature, denied sunlight and warmth -
was me...
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There are Things Beneath the Garden
There Are Things Beneath the Garden:
~
There are things beneath the garden,
Which you really shouldn't see.
There are things beneath the garden,
That don't belong to me.
There are things beneath the garden,
Gone rotten blue and black.
There are things beneath the garden,
In a dripping gunny sack...
~
There are flowers in the garden,
Which you really shouldn't pull.
There are flowers in the garden,
That sit on top of wool.
There are flowers in the garden,
With a really rotten scent.
There are flowers in the garden,
Above bodies burnt and bent...
~
I love this little garden,
It's a special place to me.
I love this little g
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Wish for Privacy
I live behind a locked door,
And no one has the key.
It has been years, maybe more
Since someone talked to me.
The solitude was nice at first,
The quiet let me think.
But soon it took a turn for worse—
Now all I do is blink.
So be careful, my dear friends,
When you wish for privacy.
Count to 5 when patience bends
Or you'll end up just like me.
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Something I thought I might aswell up load even though I have like over a hundred poems now on here 
hope you guys aren't getting sick of me lol but yeah hope you like it this is my attempt at being clever and deep and meaningful lol
hope you guys aren't getting sick of me lol but yeah hope you like it this is my attempt at being clever and deep and meaningful lol © 2012 - 2024 KelaLewis-Morin
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Are we exceeding these limits for good reasons, though? The question is not IF we are able to do such things, but WHY? The human spirit is a powerful thing, but that same strength, like any power, can be used against each other or against ourselves in our hurry to break convention, becoming unstable and broken in the process. Our follies, as well as feats, know no bounds.
A good poem can be read in more than one way, and my impression was certainly different - and much darker - than everybody else's.
A good poem can be read in more than one way, and my impression was certainly different - and much darker - than everybody else's.