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Makenna Taylor Poem
Strange;
so becoming,
so scary.
Sparkling stars,
so one streaked,
soared down from the sky.
On that one star,
on board, you.
Open arms,
odd.
Alien love,
as strange as it seems.
And as autumn fell,
auburn amongst others,
alien love
we fell in.
Twisted,
terrifying,
terrestrial, extra.
Two of us,
together.
Tired,
Tied.
Forever,
fighting,
freeing.
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Makenna Taylor Poem
I see your face,
and then it's all okay.
It's like being set free
after being left in a cage.
Your shine reflects off of me,
for you are my sun
and I am the moon.
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You are a summer day,
The sun's warm rays beaming,
I can feel it on my skin.
And the breeze,
Gentle,
Reminding me of your smile.
The scent of the air
To call to mind how I feel.
Though storms may rage,
The sun shines anyway.
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You are a spring day,
Blossoming into beauty,
Growing.
You bring hope,
You bring peace.
You bring rain
To wash away the unclean.
Drops down your face,
But it's just a renewal
And perhaps you can see
Just how much you mean to me.
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Cold and dark;
light becomes less.
The further I go,
the more I know
there's less chance of escape.
Dull yet sharp,
the piercing feeling
always remains.
Numbing to the core,
cold to the touch,
unpleasant to the mind.
Silence to the ears,
less and less to your soul.
There's no help past the entrance,
you're stuck,
you're finished,
you're through,
unless you find another
as lost as you.
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You are a winter day,
The cold is warmth,
And though the sun is far away,
We know that the sky is still blue
And it shines on eternally.
White on the ground,
White for purity,
For I know your soul.
White for bone,
From which you are my support.
White for blankness,
As it is better to restart clean
Than to keep writing on a scribbled page.
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You are an autumn day,
The mild tone set then and there.
The soft wind,
Such as I hope your touch.
And as leaves fall,
I pray for a metaphor,
One of change,
One of rebirth.
One of sleep,
One of awakening.
As colours range
From red to yellow,
Red for love,
Not surely of anger.
Yellow for greed,
How I hunger to speak.
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