hannah-grant - Hello Poetry

The great balancing act honesty and tact Belief and knowledge light and darkness Good and evil right and wrong Keep it steady don't let it lean, ready? The person who I want to be the reflection in the mirror I see work for love or let in the hate reach for the stars or let my dreams abate Who am I ?

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Mar 28, 2015

Mar 28, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC

Balancing Act

The great balancing act honesty and tact Belief and knowledge light and darkness Good and evil right and wrong Keep it steady don't let it lean, ready? The person who I want to be the reflection in the mirror I see work for love or let in the hate reach for the stars or let my dreams abate Who am I ?

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I love singing at the top of my lungs in my car I’m pretty sure the guy in the next lane thinks I’m a superstar. Wait ‘till he sees me play my guitar. I must have coffee in the morning Before that...You’ve been given a fair warning. Books on the floor Books by the door Books on my shelf in alphabetical order No, I don’t have a disorder. Don’t look so surprised... I just like things organized… or at least just my hundreds of tomes. Gatsby’s journey before Frome’s Poetry : Symmetry Words in reason and rhyme in beat and time. Favorite color: purple many a journal It doesn’t take a Sherlock to know that my favorite flower is the lilac. Getting that perfect picture on file. Jeans, sweater, scarf- that’s my style. Finding the perfect word after thinking for a while. a child’s gap-toothed smile. I love to drive with all of my windows open and sunroof down. Even if my ‘do looks like the hair of Einstein or the wig of a clown Mom’s sure that I’ll get scalp cancer from the uv exposure. “But I have to”, I answer. I can’t stay cooped up in an enclosure ever afraid to venture out. I want to feel the wind, the sun, on my face to the heavens I want to shout I’m free, not just stuck in one place I want to see the endless green and blue space I want to see the ocean of grass the night lights I’ll pass. I’ll swim at the beach and for the stars I’ll reach. Because, more than anything I want to be free Can’t you see?

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Mar 28, 2015

Mar 28, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC

My Favorite Things

I love singing at the top of my lungs in my car I’m pretty sure the guy in the next lane thinks I’m a superstar. Wait ‘till he sees me play my guitar. I must have coffee in the morning Before that...You’ve been given a fair warning. Books on the floor Books by the door Books on my shelf in alphabetical order No, I don’t have a disorder. Don’t look so surprised... I just like things organized… or at least just my hundreds of tomes. Gatsby’s journey before Frome’s Poetry : Symmetry Words in reason and rhyme in beat and time. Favorite color: purple many a journal It doesn’t take a Sherlock to know that my favorite flower is the lilac. Getting that perfect picture on file. Jeans, sweater, scarf- that’s my style. Finding the perfect word after thinking for a while. a child’s gap-toothed smile. I love to drive with all of my windows open and sunroof down. Even if my ‘do looks like the hair of Einstein or the wig of a clown Mom’s sure that I’ll get scalp cancer from the uv exposure. “But I have to”, I answer. I can’t stay cooped up in an enclosure ever afraid to venture out. I want to feel the wind, the sun, on my face to the heavens I want to shout I’m free, not just stuck in one place I want to see the endless green and blue space I want to see the ocean of grass the night lights I’ll pass. I’ll swim at the beach and for the stars I’ll reach. Because, more than anything I want to be free Can’t you see?

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Dreams on butterfly wings seem foolish among other things Dreams that touch the sky but you know you will never fly. You can flap and flap and flap but it's a ****** trap. Ambition Tradition stand firm. Who are you to question the system?

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Mar 28, 2015

Mar 28, 2015 at 7:00 PM UTC

Butterfly Wings

Dreams on butterfly wings seem foolish among other things Dreams that touch the sky but you know you will never fly. You can flap and flap and flap but it's a ****** trap. Ambition Tradition stand firm. Who are you to question the system?

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