

Poetry 3[Bland]Poetry 3
[A passing breeze that wafts through the child's hair ;One dandelion Two dandelions; Onwards they float like the passing years]
The string of life is cut as easily as a flower stem is broken, the color of life oozing from the seams. Relatives no longer exist, gone from this world, nothing but bodies rotting in the ground now, turning green with decay.
But what does it matter? This world is bland.
Friends try to color your world with their lovely laughs that tint their pale skin pink. One wrong move and you have a knife sun


Poetry 2Abnegation is nothing like freedom Freedom will allow you to love yourself While abnegation makes it seldom. You put your emotions on a shelf Labeled 'self-loathing' and 'relinquish'. Take away your rights and toss it all To a stream and watch it swim like a fish. Come on now, emptiness is like a ball! Abnegation fills you up with despair. Give it up, let it go, become my own Personal puppet, I swear that I'll care Unlike the other that left you alone. Reveal your selfish desires to me I will open you up and let you see.Poetry 2
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"-while the mind is still clear enough to grasp the recognition of their version of life. this should ease the eventual passing as it comes, for the departing to know they will be remembered with love. to be collected and reread." ~poems
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I just came in the cake.
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"-while the mind is still clear enough to grasp the recognition of their version of life. this should ease the eventual passing as it comes, for the departing to know they will be remembered with love. to be collected and reread." ~poems
If you were here, I'd take you to one. Or if I was down there, we'd go together c;
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I just came in the cake.
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"-while the mind is still clear enough to grasp the recognition of their version of life. this should ease the eventual passing as it comes, for the departing to know they will be remembered with love. to be collected and reread." ~poems
"You get to put the pencil in the hole"
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\"Just when I thought my life was coming together, I realized it was just starting to fall apart...\" \"Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, and the things you never want to lose.\"
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