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OldAge is not what people see,
It is what we are to be.
Old is not a word of doom,
It is a passage of what we will be soon.
Old is just a word and phrase,
But to some it will only be a phase.
BooksSome books are for cooks,
Some are for fun,
Others are for brothers and sisters as one.
Some are very old,
But some are really new,
And some cant be seperated from me or from you.
Some books come in threes,
others in fives,
But most books help us to live our lives.
Some tell us stories,
Some tell us facts.
But most importantly of all is that it allways stays on track.
Some books are for cooks,
Some are for fun,
And others are just ment to be read one by one.
Pregnancythey say there is a glow,
most say this isnt so,
they say there is a joy,
most say this is just a ploy,
they say it will be fun,
most say it weighs a ton,
they say it will be something,
and that so far is true.
WaterlilyWater is life,
Fire is death,
White spokes of a watery crown,
Green pad of the frog and toad,
Beauty in its simplicity,
That is the waterlily.
DawnThe night grows light as fire blazes,
Apollo begins his journey now,
A goldon chariot that rides on the light,
An orb called the sun begins to rise.
PowerCrackling lightning in the sky,
Burning fire in the forest,
Tidal waves that touch the clouds,
Hurricane winds that destroy the land.
These powers are all of our Mother Earth,
Marval at the power she holds.
StardustA shimmering shining blinding light,
A flash across the sky,
Shimmering sparks begin to rain,
The last remaints of a falling star.
A storm is comingA storm is coming, it's drawing near,
A storm is coming, do not fear,
A storm is coming, the wind blows strong,
A storm is coming, something is wrong,
A storm is coming, the tide is fierce,
A storm is coming, the cold does peirce,
A storm is coming, the clouds speed by,
A storm is coming, so close your eyes.
Life is a Study of ContrastIf not for the darkness,
We wouldn’t know the difference
Between a star and a ball of dust.
Life is a study of contrast.
We get dark,
Not to fall apart
But to shine.
BrokenI'm not broken,
Just a little bent.
All those words you've spoken,
Just left me a little dent.
My heart isn't shattered,
It just has a crack.
Sore, bruised, and battered,
But my tears I hold back.
Please don't worry about me.
I'm fine, I swear.
I just want you to see,
That I'm still able to be repaired.
Even though I'm hurt, damaged, and weakened,
Even though I've felt so much pain.
It doesn't mean I'm truly beaten,
It just means that I'll need a little help again.
Bad HabitI think I was your drink of fine wine,
only used when needed from time to time
I'd get you tipsy, as stars collide
Your drunk, slurred words
blending in with mine
(I couldn't even comprehend
when you said it wouldn't happen again)
I think I was your cigarette break
when anxiety filled,
from me, you'd take
One puff here, and one puff there
(I could barely hear
when you said, "I'm sorry, dear")
I think I was your line of cocaine,
thinking I'd be there to ease your pain
I'd bring you higher,
head suspended in clouds
(So I knew it was fake,
when you said, "It was my mistake")
I think I was your bad habit,
and ignorantly, you were mine
You continue to relapse, my dear
But rest assured:
I won't this time.
How to Hug from Far AwayType and write, your arms wide open,
smile through emotions, the warming moment.
Far away, but so very close.
For the friends and family, you love the most.
Create a letter, then press enter,
send your love you’re no pretender.
Across the sea, one day you’ll meet.
For friends and family, you’ll one day greet.
Retrieve a message, return the hug,
feel so better, a different love.
From different lands, gentle hands.
For friends and family, who make you glad.
It’s easy to hug from far away,
But harder to feel, the warmth we need.
WallsTell them all your secrets.
They'll never tell a soul.
They'll keep you standing up
When your body's had its toll.
Beat them in your anger.
They'll never scream or cry.
They'll let you vent your feelings
And never pester why.
Hide within their safety.
They'll keep you tucked away.
They'll let in just enough light
For you to know it's day.
Unrequited LoveAn act of admirable courage
from the sincerest of hearts
a love that I cannot encourage
the feeling in me then departs.
Do not be in solitary confusion
I have a burning determination
do not reach the wrong conclusion
but I must reject this fixation.
It is not you, nor is it me
please do not lose all hope
but I believe this was not meant to be
I know that you will be able to cope.
A heart with fervent ambition
may not be able to settle as easily
a pretend love cannot come to fruition
truly, I do care for you deeply.
Forgive me, how selfish am I
for turning away such a great love
please don't let your spirits die
No words of appeasement to think of.
I apologize endlessly for your unrequited love.
Is it too much to ask?I don't understand what's wrong with me today.
It feels like all my of friends have drifted too far away.
I've tried to be strong and fix all I've wronged
But nothing goes according to plan.
And I just want to back up, stop and start over again.
And these days are the loneliest of my life.
It feels like something is wrong but everything seems alright.
Are they trying to avoid me because of being me?
The past is the past but I hope I'm not history...
All I want is someone to talk and stay...with me.
Is it too much to ask for a little time and company?
His Last Kill"Open the window," he said to me,
one morning after the sparrow had died.
"Cast his feather, his copper wing,
his beak of honor, his perch of pride."
But I couldn't cast them - set them free -
to the breeze or to the rolling tide,
for the sky was static, the water - bleak,
and the conscience of my suitor - denied.
TrustA girl and a boy begin to play,
They wish their young short lives away,
Make believe and lets pretend,
But its all just fiction in the end.
Fairy tales cant come true,
And so the world is always blue,
Love is just a game to play,
But the winner is never clear as day.
Promises and saying i do,
They are seldom ever really true,
But hope ever springs forever,
So long as we all stick together.
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