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Scarlett Hanley Poem
She stubbed her toe
And tripped over the edge
But he caught her
And held her tight
Tight enough she shattered
He put her back together three or four times,
But once another little lady tripped over the edge
He dropped her over
So as she fell
She thought to herself,
"That was abrupt."
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I am just a bird
I couldn't stop them if I wanted
Yes, I saw the bodies huddled for warmth
I didn't know then, though!
Yes, I saw fences and guards
Why do they need so much protection?
Why do I smell flesh, smoke, vomit?
It smells like death.
I hear young children shout for their moms
Then, a gunshot.
Then, nothing.
A little child falls.
Next I taste tears and sweat
Of young men and women alike
Are those what they are?
The crippled bodies strewn about?
I feel the heat of fire,
The cut of barbed wire.
But what do I know?
I am just a bird.
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Twisted twilight swirl
Tried, too tough
Torn to toil
Tried, twisted toil.
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Hestia,
Tender of the hearth.
Tender of the flame.
Oh, Hestia
Soften my hardened eyes
Warm my frozen heart
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Eyes follow
Throat swallows
All that's left
Is lusty sorrows
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Glass window
Meet sand
Scratch it up
Make it torn
Scare it away
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Skin to soul
Sadly sorry
Eyes speak sorrows
Sadly sorry, sorrows.
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I don't dare to part
With the sole idea that keeps me sane.
The idea that someday,
Sometime,
You could love me.
For now,
You will have your free will,
Your charming ways.
I shant stop loving you,
For as soon as I do,
I know I shall be dead.
Love forges my soul,
Crafted by none other than Hephaestus himself.
The heat of the passion
For loving.
And who better to love,
Than I?
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The rough scratch
It caresses
Me like a drug
caresses a brain
The dark oak stands above
The bark is the best part
Edible.
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What doesn't kill us?
Some say it makes us stronger.
I think it doesn't kill us simply because it doesn't want to.
Or perhaps it is gentle.
The flowers in the spring are gentle.
Laundry soap in my washer is gentle.
Peanut butter in a decorated glass jar is gentle.
Flowers bring beauty.
Laundry soap softens and cleans.
They don't want to kill us.
They have their own business to attend to.
73 words March 6th, 2017
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