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I'm always there, in that place that doesn't mean a thing to anyone but me. A far away
meadow where I don't have to hide all the happiness of a young girls heart. One that has
been ripped apart, so many times. I stare at all the beautiful flowers and trees of my
surroundings and let the wind gently rustle my hair. I close my eyes taking in all these
wonderful things, as I lie on the cool grass. My body mixes in with the air, and I'm blowing
past natures statues and creatures galore. I stop at the edge of a nearby pond, my body
floating softly to the ground as an eagles feather. I look deep into the sparkling image that
makes me who I am. I gracefully touch the water with my fingertips and let the water
shimmer like the stars. A white unicorn grazing near the freshly harvested hay, called out to
me. It approached me as I stood, and nuzzled my arm. I brushed its silk coat and burrowed
my face against her cool cheek. This is the reason I come to this place. To interact with the
things not known or believed in their world. Its just my own, my sound and the behind
scenes of my eyes. It's calm and peaceful, which their world is far from. I'm the only one with
the doorway to this meadow. I love going there, it's like a blanket that warms its comfort
over me when I need it the most. And when I get there, my feelings are a boat sailing to
sea, leaving me filled with perfect serenity. I'll always be there, till the end of all life, and I
know this lovely meadow will never be replaced.
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Life is the love that turns hearts blue
Life is the darkness and fear that corupts your soul
Life is the memory of someone lost or gone
Life is a promise that keeps getting reset
Life is a song that used to brighten your day but instead you weep
Life is unusal and cruel and the one thing we don't keep.
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There's always something that we'll want.
Possibly something we've forgot.
Happiness dangling by a thread.
One thing in all called dread.
We deflat under the frightening words of no.
Huddle against ourselves burrowing beneath the snow.
Crying out in a shuddered heap.
All because of the thing we can't keep.
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Promises are to deceive
Their promised with pride
But fall from our schedule
Causing many to leave
At the time all is swell
Excitement sprouts
and brightens the day
But then were forced to dwell
To follow is more doubt
Once they haven't pulled through
Your hope gives up care
Trust is what starts the drought
That person is now loss
Since they tricked your mind
It happens to everyone at least once
And it's the thing we can walk across
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What does perfect mean?
Having what we want?
Seeing all things seen?
Its not
You may boast what you do
When others aren't so great
Doesn't mean they're weaker than you
Get your mind from that path
Stopping curiosity that may cause sin
Is what should happen
Things you stop to trade God in
It's not a test to be so good
Once we've departed from our skins
Our time will come to accept such gift
So stop and remove those pins
There's plenty of time till you're there
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My mouth is burning dry
As I continue idly by
Feet scraping against the Earth
Yearning for a delightful re-birth
Night passed and pain flowed
Upon this troubled road
Rays of sun peep in my eyes
Clouds mocking my image as they rise
Feeble in the knees, it hurts to move
My brain stubborn eager to improve
Asking what punishment I'm owed
Alone on this troubled road
Fallen under the skies tears
Which in disguise are my many fears
Huddled only by the thunder
Ready to forfeit to my slumber
Dying in what I have bestowed
Buried among this troubled road
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I may be stupid
I may be blonde
You call me crazy
I don't see what's wrong
There's a light in me
To make me go far
So stick up your nose
Cause you don't know who you are
You may see lazy
But I see beauty
You don't know really
Who I am truly
So until all you haters see
How blind you always be
Maybe one day
You'll understand me
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I am from trashcans
from Pepsi and Cola
I am from the ceiling looking down
(brightly, breezy
sending my wave of love)
I am from the rose
the daisy
Beautifully sizzled inside and out
Popped from the ground
I’m from weekend Weenie roasts and
pin-the-tail
from Lois and Albert
I’m from the stuck up
and the struck down
from you’re loud as rice
and I told you a thousand times!
I’m from hallelujah
that gives people peace in a song
I’m from KF&F
puppy chow and cherry crisp
From the squishy potatoes my grandpa Graydon hit with his car
the scent on my aunt who didn't ever try
The closet hangs every memory
Dropping the regrets
Piling the sadness upon the floor
Folding all that I adore
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I love the sweet smell after a early spring shower,
Flowing through the air as a butterfly with newly grown wings.
The whisper of songs from the tree filled with Robins,
As I step into the rising sun.
So beautifully bright dancing through an ocean blue sky,
And telling the wind to move a strand of hair as a warm touch.
When the world comes alive,
That's what I love.
To hear and see, God's wonderful things around me.
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This poem’s stupid
This poem stinks
Stinks as in shoes
Stinks like you
You are worthless
You are wrong
Wrong is right
Wrong defines bad
Bad people are shoved off
Bad things happen to the best
Best moments do not last
Best memories are taking
Taking stilly in a photo
Taking problems that mean nothing
Nothing stands up for doubt
Nothing is what lies at heart
Heart beats to give me breath
Heart whispers what I regret
Regret is when we turn old
Regret is a feeling we seem to hold
Hold dear your closest friend
Hold on to the loved ones who hurt
Hurt one another with lies of love
Hurt your Father who rests high above
Above is where death resides
Above me, my grandparents lie
Lie that pulled your love closed
Lie down to accept the end
End with a reset mind
End this poem that’s a waste of time
Time that keeps on ticking
Time no one has on their hands
Hands that can’t stop moving
Hands to offer a sense of humanity
Humanity can’t think clearly
Humanity is blind
Blind ones are known to see the most
Blind eyes are the brightest pupil
Pupil rests at the center of the eye
Pupil learns how to create a work of art
Art flourishes over all states
Art creates your very own world
World is where the people live
World hunger is what we strive to return
Stars cover up the night
Stars are what give life meaning
Meaning...
Night...
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