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One, Two, Three

There's three of them but one of me
  Honestly how could this be.
I'm not beautiful, or kind,or sweet
But still they follow me and call me up Saying they're happy to be going out to meet.
  Each of them quite perfect in a way of sorts.
If only there's a way to mix them in a giant bowl of hearts.
 Make the perfect boy for me, then I wouldn't have to choose.
One, or two, of even three, which boy to be, which boy for me.

  Guess I'll jump ahead of the game and see which one turns man the first.
  Maybe if I teach them, or maybe should I play hard to get. 
I can't decide if any one is worse.
Maybe I can find my man my easy going number four. 
There's three of them and one of me my heart is torn which one to be. 
  Each has a firm hold on a string, that stretches to my heart you see. And every time I try to flee, that silly boy he pulls my string. Now maybe I can cut the ties but then my cute boys will die.
Maybe if I teach them, or maybe should I play hard to get. 
I can't decide if any one is worse.
Maybe I can find my man my easy going number four. Or maybe one of my boys will turn to  man and he will firmly take my heart and enclose it in his handsome hand. Then maybe I'll be his one day. And never worry over silly play.

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We Are

Liebe ist ein Wort mit vier Buchstaben , aber so ist Hass. You look at this sentence and you don’t know what it means. 
I look at you and I don’t know what you’re thinking so why do we try so hard to struggle through something we don’t know? Well I will tell you what the sentence says then maybe you’ll get something off your chest. 
                           Love is a four letter word but so is hate.
 Love and hate are two opposites yet they have the same amount of letters, me and you could be exact opposites yet we breath the same air, so does it really matter who’s better. Keep that thought in the back of your mind, and remember we breath the same air as a dying man that just breathed his last, or the born child who just breathed their first. So no matter how different, we are.

We’re all just a simple six lettered word. HUMANS

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If Only

I'm the oldest, I'm the youngest, Either way I don't belong here. The path diverged and changed so fast, my body followed but my mind dwaddeled I can't remember following the long lines of people. Many were picked off the screams the only thing that kept me alert, and going. Traveling in herds is, scary, dangerous, and rough. Don't get attached, the lines drop lower every time.
    Peoples screams, crunching bone, blood bathed the dirt road. The sun and sky and all that was high seemed to laugh and say they were better and unable to die, for sky is infinite so was light. But us down low at the ground so common, we, we're dying, drowning in blood. 
    If only we could swim, or fly, maybe we too could get up high. But no the Path diverged splitting us again, from better, best, and further more. To reach the skies and heavens light, to be drug off the beaten blood bathed path. If only the screams hadn't kept me alert.

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Forgetting

Perched way up high on gold green mountain top.
     The way I feel wish it'd never stop.
The bright orange fire crackles.
     Just like a rooster when he cackles.
Flapping high on eagle wings my mind begins to drift.
     Fluttering to good Ol’ days, until memories all shift.
 Then I remember being told grow up, work hard.
    And my fireside memory hit a heavy wall to scarred.
  Flashing through torrential wars.
And all the nations horrors.
My fluttering wing now break and I fall.
    Damn that cursed, scarred, broken wall.
Of adulthood trouble and chaos.
    I want to go back to my crayons.

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I Like the Dark

I love just sitting in a dark empty room. Me, my thoughts, and I, just sitting all alone me myself and I. Most of us, humans that is, are quite so terribly afraid of dark. But why should we be honestly the dark is where the demons feed. Open up release them, love the dark and all your ghouls. People fear the creatures of the dark. Me myself and I, we fear the ones who are afraid to enter where no mortal Dare, me myself, and I. 
    I love feeling the coat of darkness hugging me tight knowing no one will see me. Only the predator sees in the dark, the prey is just left to fear. Me, myself and I. Sitting in the padded room, the jacket hugs close as the dark, the nurses glum doctors glummer. Towards me, myself and I.

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Ignite

Flame and ash light the sky.
My little heart leaps so high.
  Fire is beautiful most powerful of all.
Only the wisest can control her and not fall.
    Flame and ash fill the sky.
A happy tear fills my eye.
    This wonderful power would obey.
Following my order without a single sway.
     Trustable unlike any human alive.
For me, I try and fight to help myself strive.
    Only with fire to light my life.
That and my trusty pocket knife.

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Happy

Happy is buying a puppy.
Bringing her home and naming it Muffy.
   Happy is riding a horse in the field.
Early in the morning as sun ray slowly build.
   Happy is never getting down when the rain comes in.
 But instead running out and dancing like sin.
    Happy is a cool summers night, and a warm sunset.
And curling up with love of your life with no thought of debt.
     Happy is yours to hold if you wish.
But released will swim away in this world, like a fish.
    Happy is mine I hold to it tight.
Because I know without it, the world, wouldn't be quite as bright.

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Look Closer

We are all looking-
To the sky, to the people.
 Well- now it's time for you to look down, that is where all the real wonders are hidden.
Down from the grass, and soil and even deeper still, our core.
 Look- the small worm crawling, look- the tiny ant at your feet, basically superman.
You see- the world down here is just as important, just as beautiful, and most needed.
 If you didn't have this world down here- up there would be no world worth living. 
Next time you stand- staring into the stars, remember how us little, forgettable creatures, have made your planet, one in a million.

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Curiosity

Curiosity can lead to fear.
     Fear can lead to anger.
           And anger can lead to recklessness.
But curiosity can also lead to discovery.
       Soon leading to learning.
             Learning leading to power.
Power and recklessness walk hand in hand.
        Leading to destruction.
                 Leading to wars.
Ending finally in an endless cycle.
        Starting off with a little curiosity.