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aiden
American
Through the window over my kitchen sink, I see a beautiful lady on my lawn. She stands tall, her graceful neck reching for the sun. Her skirt bellows out around her. It's beautifully made by Mother Nature herself. Green leaves touched auburn and maroon by September's cool kisses. Many arched arms lift it as she sways in the wind. Perfectly content in the sun, or the rain. She stands, and she is, a beauty.
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Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 8:41 PM UTC
September's Beauty
bubbles crackle like rice krispies candles flicker softly my eyes close my lips smile peace finally you're all that swirls in my mind strange how fast hearts can change sixteen doesn't know what real love is but butterflies flutter whenever you smile at me. grey clouds rain on my past kisses and knives have torn apart the love I thought I had but as I let the love of laughter and music and life rap me in their arms again and as I let the colors of sun and moon and stars seep into me again and heal my sweet heart, I cant stop the butterflies from flying throughout the whole of my body when you smile at me!
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Mar 4, 2011
Mar 4, 2011 at 4:08 PM UTC
Butterflies
kisses tomorrow! oh, hale magical kisses! so soft, like clouds that dance with the sky. so smooth, like apple peddles that fall like rain. so warm, like a cup of bed time tea. i miss them, i miss him, but the distance between a snail and a butterfly is only 4 pebbles. they just have to find a way to cross. and in the unicorn's dreams, on the night of the sun, show the life of their love. so strong, like Thor. so gentle, like butterfly kisses. so young, like saplings. picture it! a cherry tree in spring, rain of blossoms, blue brook babbling, green grass growing, and two lovers just in love. this is the dream of my unicorn. she lives in the meadow, have you seen her? she's the one with the purple mane. you know, the meadow of little girls' dreams! the one where all of us are princesses! some waiting for her prince, some setting out to find him, and some who just fade with time. but if you cross the rainbow like every blue bird you can tell the world that they are simply wrong. wrong about war, ***** like ash. wrong about money, soiled like slime. wrong about thought, poisoned like wine. come girls, find your unicorn! read her dreams! find your loves! ride off into the sunset, and save the world! I will be waiting here, under my cherry tree, just my love and me.
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Oct 16, 2010
Oct 16, 2010 at 4:45 PM UTC
The Unicorn's Dream
Falling, Falling, they all fall like snow like autumn leaves like rain like tears like blood like me never me and the down curve of the line on his face shows on my brow. like metal like rock like words like wood and the river he keeps blocking over and over cracks him and i see it behind his eyes! like walls like damns like caves like minds and the monster inside the pool begs and pleads the keeper for milk but the sky and the ocean can never meet, even if they are lovers. like her hate like his mate like my sorrow like our love and the stones are wet, the tree is bent and the stars fall like rain to burn the floor of his heart as they squeeze the ****** muscle to bits like ice like fire like wind like tears but they never fall from the face of my mountain, they just fall from the pebbles at the bace forever growing to the nowhere sky as i fall into his arms but are they mine? or his?
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Oct 6, 2010
Oct 6, 2010 at 9:10 AM UTC
Falling
Deep breath, in, out, again. Feeling my heart beat, being my heart beat. Hearing the quiet hum, spin and hum quietly. Smelling the air, just the air. Seeing the harvest moon, Selene and Demeter go hand in hand. Tasting the dry water, from the stale cat's tongue. Ahhh taste. mmmmm taste. hot apple cider, darkest of chocolates, his kiss. Ahhh sight. oooo sight. warm of the leaves, cool of the water, his eyes... are both. Ahhh sent, hooo sent. winter mixed with fall, dinner, his embrace. Ahhh sound, bouuu sound. pings and pongs, whistles and clicks, his laugh. Ahhh touch, wooo touch, warm skin, cold wind, his heart. So much thought, one thing to think about, then why am I so busy? Just, Deep breath, in, out, again.
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Sep 21, 2010
Sep 21, 2010 at 6:29 PM UTC
Breath