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cat-caldwell
So the coin sits on the table The truth facing up The lies facing down But from my place on the edge I can’t see either clearly
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 7:41 AM UTC
Sienna's Poem
Consumed That’s what I am That’s what we all are Engulfed by the flaming desire to be that special something The special something that shimmers and sparkles in the light Creating ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ at every turn of the page It lives in the back of our minds. That desire. Crouching Waiting for yet another chance to look for the golden pedestal So, I am consumed by search The search for that special something In people and places I’ve looked in books and movies and a few mirrors here and there But no image seems to measure up I just can’t figure it out My life is laced with reminders of the golden pedestal So, I’ll let the flames continue licking my skin until I’m nothing more than burnt ashes consumed by the words on a page
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 7:38 AM UTC
I'm all burnt out
Somehow you always change. You grow up. You find out that the bad guys don’t have horns or claws. They look normal. They act normal. Until the one day that they don’t. And it’s almost like a disappointment. You expected the world to be so clearly cut But there is no bigger picture. There is no rulebook or plan Only what’s in front of you the world is big and scary and awful and wonderful Somehow you always change I guess it’s called growing up.
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 7:37 AM UTC
So This is What it Means
Dear little boy with big blue eyes and long dark lashes,         come out and play.         you walk so slowly         each step         painfully determined         I can see you         hiding behind the shades of grey         my dear         I can see you         Life’s not always         black and             white         sometimes, there’s color too.         My darling little boy         with long         calloused fingers and         beautiful blonde hair         come out and play         run and             dance and      stomp around                  Darling,         it’s safe here         Safe             to be happy             to let go of your fears         safe to shed the past for sunshine         And even though         I can’t         hold your hand             forever          I will always come back         for you         I will come back         Always                                         I promise, I love you
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 7:33 AM UTC
To My First Love