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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 -
Chaos
The calm before the storm,
presents the huge swarm,
of clouds that cover the river.
Warning those on the land-
of the storm that’s brewing.
The frozen, undisturbed sand- -
A Serene Tempest
When the summer days
get dry and boring,
the wind strikes up a storm.
Though there’s many ways-
to tell if a storm is brewing,
the most prominent one is the swarm- -
Photography
Photos; they capture memories,
moments, too, that you cherish,
keeping them preserved forever.
A fond moment stuck in time?
Now stuck in colorful ink on paper.
A memory you’ll soon forget? -
The Things I Love
I love the beautiful stars,
that I cherish so much.
I love thunder storms,
that I listen to so intently,
I love the peaceful sea,
that I enjoy so much.
I love the warm sun,
that I live happily under,
Loves
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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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a year ago today, i wrote a poem,
and i remember i was really proud of it.
hung it up on my wall and everything when it made the newspaper.
a year ago today, i took the grey-brown frown of november
and molded it into metaphors with my own two hands. looking -
Old
"You're so mature!"
They say to me,
as they pinch my cheeks
and hug me close.
I scowl at them.
I feel so odd.
I'm young, but mentally old.
I'm still a kid
