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Aurielle Little Poem
Times impenetrability halts me choosing how to articulate
The outlook winter that blows though my dark hair
My art and writing won’t terminate their daily debate
For writting is drifting my mind so the crayon I must adhere
Art I stand under with writing, for crafts pushes me to its side
A green smog corrupts the minds forcing to cut the link
To add drawing to my expressions though I can’t abide
For I have no eyes of the mind to express it in sight than in ink
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Just the simplest things
Are what express me the most.
Like the long wide Atlantic Ocean
That stretches across my earth
Leaving not a room for a wing
In this small home
Where freedom isn’t heard of or known.
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Dreams skips in reality
If your eyes are unclosed
Yes creature from morality
Never-knowing as you doze
While you are fast asleep
Vengeance of all despair
During nighttime creeps
Entangling your hair.
Mortifying your world
Corrupting very sly,
Making one fine curl
You inactive as it ply
Be very tend
Don’t sleep to deep
Or keep your eyes closed
When you’re fast asleep
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MUSICAL I"M IN-LOVE
Fingers floating on the keyboard
Playing the emotion of life
Swiftly lifting one spirit
With the depth of their tone.
Speaking without words
Gracefully dancing with one ear
Showing you who you are
With every tone, with
Every depth of the note
Opening nature
Bringing it closer
To your eyes.
Stopping all your sickness
Calming your sprit
Taking you to meditation
Taking you to your spirit
Visiting you.
The music stops………..
The noise of nothing
Crowded in noise
Can’t hear the beat of your heart
Just the aching wind
Singing its own
Music
Telling you this is reality
You are nothing.
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Red crystals hang underneath black mirrors the reflection of truth is shows,
My diabetic heart crammed with sugar telling me I wasn’t born with a crown,
Love was afraid of night that it ran and left me singing with words of hurt,
My heart was shattered with the shot of bitter nectar a swarm of hate it left,
Towers of insecurity slithered above the ground that my feet lived on
Each tower holds their hand to encompass me in October astringent night.
Doors closed and opened but closed with mocked as I attempt to follow the air.
That holds the smell of real red roses that taste sweeter then blood I’ve known.
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Thick bushes stand in front of you
Blocking the deepness earth is
Open them up
And see another nature
Another wildlife
Open up those bushes
And look inside.
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Leaves perfumes my nose reminding me there here
A wall god built to define my path
God’s cloudy eyes pieces down on me
Keep steady never leaving me,
Anxiousness is invisible I am under nature’s wing
From beast to plants I am ever watched
Watched by nature, god left to protect me.
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Nature’s mind I relish with every pen with every brush
For it’s my spirit I see through every bud and every leave
Carving my mixed feelings with the change of their blush
Reliving my mind as the day brings sunset’s beauty.
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In-between god’s breasts, reveals nature’s twilight,
Its sheen ray wipes glitter on the ocean brow.
Excited leaves salsa in saccharine delight,
Pleading with nature’s joy “Please don’t go.”
Birds swirl around, encircling god’s stunning eyes,
As waves create enchantment on the wet stream.
The blue sky tries not to dive a jovial cry,
Welcoming while missing the pleasurable beam.
Darkness become revealed through cloudy breast,
As the clouds slowly closes the grimace light.
All sigh; exciting waves pull down its crest,
Not a welcome is shown in this time of night.
The cloud becomes absent as the moon appears,
All lingers knowing cheerfulness will appear soon.
Contentment takes place, the sun is finally hear,
While all blissfully wave’s bye to the gray moon.
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This world hushes in the mist
As one’s roof he tells is down.
Refusing to rest just one elbow
One his battered town.
This world I know not
For I though it was beautiful ago.
As a youngster I was taught
A garden doesn’t always grow.
A runaway slave speaking
About his father’s fist.
Where is the love if you don’t search
But choose to dismiss?
Under Christianity laws
You play with someone matches.
You’re unsure so you dismiss their case
Running them to ashes.
Where is your love
Did it die of rock ages?
You speak your unsure mind
Wiping black on her pages.
Every case dismissed
Is polluting every child atmosphere.
Increasing their doubts
Increasing their fears.
When can these worlds
Just hear one’s deep whistle
One using what is left
To turn them too pistols?
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