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Ethereal Poetry
Poems about finding truth.
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         Ethereal Poetry is where my poems of finding a place and purpose in life are planted and allowed time to develop into hopefully beautiful writings. Poems here generally have a spiritual meaning and tone to them.






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A Dream Molder  [E]   0.5 KB
"To sleep, perchance to dream..."

A Soul's Worth  [E]   0.5 KB
Measuring what makes us human...

Another Lie  [ASR]   1.3 KB
That's all it is when you think about it.

Harmony's Matriarch  [ASR]   0.5 KB
A little musing on music.

Numbing Grace  [13+]   1.9 KB
Reflecting on a battle...

Illusions of Pandemonium  [13+]   1.0 KB
It's the illusions that control us...

Glimpse of Sanity  [13+]   1.2 KB
Ramblings on the subject of sanity...

Eternal  [13+]   0.8 KB
A philosophy of death and life.

A Life Lost  [13+]   1.2 KB
I am mortal and I ponder my existance... am I wrong? Is this my sin?

I Was Born  [13+]   0.9 KB
We are born different, but can it change? Can something save us from ourselves?

Hallowed Everlasting  [E]   0.7 KB
Thoughts on pain.

Surrender  [ASR]   0.5 KB
A little thought of hope.

Soothing Passage  [E]   1.1 KB
To me, art is the creation of a new part of the soul.

Guide Me  [E]   0.6 KB
A search to find a way back to how things were.

Climb  [E]   0.6 KB
Is it better to be part of the usual or break free from it?

Sometimes I Sleep  [ASR]   1.0 KB
A poem about not being able to sleep. Very much describes my nights.