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Waiting For Time
Time is a funny thing,
as long as the wind sings,
it’ll quicken, shortening the song.
When the wind silences, it’ll slow-
and the silence is stretched out far too long-
but Time doesn’t mind, as it dances,
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The Stories in Lines
In each person, there’s a story,
one you may or may not know,
but in every person,
there are hints of their long story,
such as in their beauty.
Around their mouth,
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Silly Wishes
Late into the night,
when things don’t seem bright,
I wish upon a shooting star,
though, I am quite far-
from being a naïve child,
who believes in silly tales.
I allow myself to dream,
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A Dance of Chaos
A storm is brewing in the dark sky.
Dancing with the trees, the wind sighs,
Always stuck in a elaborate dance,
as beautifully intricate as a royal scheme.
Painting the scene in a white light, -
Will It?
Will the rain wash away-
the ash of today?
Water reflects the land-
that's fragile like sand.
Do you really understand?
Will the promise of tomorrow,
keep the world from sorrow? -
Time Slips Away
The ancient moon
has many stories to tell,
though the sun takes the bell.
Years feel as if they slip by
like sand in an hourglass.
Day turns to night, grass
Loves
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A Story So Grand
I have sat and stayed this way, wrongly accepting that there’s not much that I can change.
However, recently, I have come to see
that life is a chronicle
and you have to compile the moments that define you.
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The power of the feminine
I believe that femininity is power. I was born a girl, and even though I know now that I am more fluid than the word “girl” can contain, I am still feminine. I am feminine because I choose to be.
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Ghostly Evening Light
In the late summer evenings, before the sun has set, gravestones cast long shadows in the cemetery by my house.
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how i long to escape
oftentimes i get so sick of living
and i just wanna run awayi know it doesn't fix much
but if i keep moving,
maybe it won't catch up -
winter on her way
death is upon us
winter is comingshe will sweep in with an icy breeze
spreading her wings over our puny townshe breathes her freezing breath through the streets
she buries us in her snowslowly we freeze
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