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Forgotten memories
My home is roughened with bare hands.
Worn over by wasted time.
Rain and wind tear me down,
And I let it consume me.
The sorrowed tears of our loved ones.
Leaving traces of their story. -
A Wall
a wall
a confined place
tall, reaching beyond the sky
built strong
but weak in all the right places
colors fading into the surface
old and new
created long ago
still standing.
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Hurtful truths
I try to fight but my bruised words dont let me free.
Cranes fly, we die, and im still moving forward.
Yet my bruised words dont let me free.
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Flowers forgotten
These flowers wilt with are worried sorrows,
Bringing back the beuty unseen.
Through this earth are petals crumble.
And unhinge these hidden secrets.
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Beach
the beach full of seashells and sand.
seaweed or crabs. the sand squishing
between my toes the nice ocean breez.
that's what i love about beaches.
you can be free!
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Lacrosse.
pass throw catch,
running swiftly.
scoring a goal,
yelling your teamate's name.
getting whacked or dropping the ball,
having fun and playing a sport.