michael-andersonWhisper

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Blood SpatterI tear out my heart and I place it eloquently on the page. / Piece by piece, I break it down like the history channel in a documentary on the golden age. / The chunks of raw emotion show up in the form of black and blue rage.
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Sep 27, 2011
Four SeasonsThe trees change to colors, from summer green in the fall. / If one were to topple over, would you hear it at all? / The weather turns brisk and summer nights get shorter
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Sep 27, 2011
Little oneSpeak, Little one. Before it's too late. / Before you learn too much, and decide not to say what you're really thinking. / Before you live in fear of what others will think of the words you say.
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Nov 16, 2011
Peaceful on the Back PorchThe back porch is quiet as they stare out into the well groomed yard, / the beautiful sunrise has been captured reluctantly by the clouds / as a light rain and thunder in the distance breaks the beautiful silence.
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Oct 17, 2011
Summer DayThe blue freeze pop seemingly stains the boy’s lips as he exits the kitchen, / Quickly employed is the process of melting on this hot summers day. At five years old, he / takes the steps down towards the pool deck foot by foot, holding the railing as if he had never taken a step in his life.
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Sep 27, 2011
The Puzzle of LifeSome see Life is a puzzle put together piece by piece. Each eventually fits together. / like snowflakes, many slot beside one another quickly, but some seem like they take forever. / With each new journey and new day, you add another piece to the puzzle.
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Sep 27, 2011
What I'm ThinkingYou want to know what I’m thinking about. / I couldn’t tell you my last thought before it skipped out / Of my head and rolled on the cold tiled floor,
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Oct 1, 2011
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