rachel-layne - Hello Poetry

Change is strange and sometimes necessary autumn develops a sweet sense of liquid motion casting spells of deep dreams in the sky Why do we change? Why is it strange? the beauty is among us The first leaf falls and it has begun Gleaming slowly, I can see the sun The ocean breeze becomes light and chilly, yet it's still alive Change is strange and sometimes necessary, grab the whiskey and eggnog and we will surely survive ! Halloween and pumpkin pie, oh my! Get the little ones Dress up and play Family time is on the way! Change is strange and sometimes necessary, all the memories are here to stay!

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Sep 6, 2014

Sep 6, 2014 at 12:39 PM UTC

Seasonal awakening

Change is strange and sometimes necessary autumn develops a sweet sense of liquid motion casting spells of deep dreams in the sky Why do we change? Why is it strange? the beauty is among us The first leaf falls and it has begun Gleaming slowly, I can see the sun The ocean breeze becomes light and chilly, yet it's still alive Change is strange and sometimes necessary, grab the whiskey and eggnog and we will surely survive ! Halloween and pumpkin pie, oh my! Get the little ones Dress up and play Family time is on the way! Change is strange and sometimes necessary, all the memories are here to stay!

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Sometimes I sit in the park I die in the dark And I long for you I hear whispers in my ear Once again I'm screaming Oh wait! No, I'm screaming in happy thought A process to ponder A process to grow from Can I express myself even if it's black, mystic and spew I am a po-et Po-et-ing Po-et-ic

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Aug 25, 2014

Aug 25, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC

....on dying

Sometimes I sit in the park I die in the dark And I long for you I hear whispers in my ear Once again I'm screaming Oh wait! No, I'm screaming in happy thought A process to ponder A process to grow from Can I express myself even if it's black, mystic and spew I am a po-et Po-et-ing Po-et-ic

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To fear the utmost bravery To hault at expectations This is life We choose to loathe in comfort or seek love from others outside of us To fear the utmost truth is the reason of existence We have to learn To grow To expand To fly

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Aug 20, 2014

Aug 20, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC

Truth

To fear the utmost bravery To hault at expectations This is life We choose to loathe in comfort or seek love from others outside of us To fear the utmost truth is the reason of existence We have to learn To grow To expand To fly

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Pitter patter on the deep mount Explore explosions in the sky If we trust the rooted continent we may even die But wait... Aren't we all dying anyway? Truth be told I have a love A love in life that's full of surprises even the world doesn't get It's only me It's only you Sky less Dark Emotion full of doubt Come with me and wrap me in your arms Play onward bad around me Let me be here and there Never conclude or doubt your beautiful mystery It always amazes me and I never once fear the ability of it Oh, the laughter Thank you for ******** my weirdness through your genuine smile I'll never forget it, ya know? I'm here Here Here

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Aug 19, 2014

Aug 19, 2014 at 9:04 PM UTC

Mile(s)

Pitter patter on the deep mount Explore explosions in the sky If we trust the rooted continent we may even die But wait... Aren't we all dying anyway? Truth be told I have a love A love in life that's full of surprises even the world doesn't get It's only me It's only you Sky less Dark Emotion full of doubt Come with me and wrap me in your arms Play onward bad around me Let me be here and there Never conclude or doubt your beautiful mystery It always amazes me and I never once fear the ability of it Oh, the laughter Thank you for ******** my weirdness through your genuine smile I'll never forget it, ya know? I'm here Here Here

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If I isn't know myself I would think I was a self a holic. One who is constantly obsessed with what's happening with the self. That's it That's all That's all I have to say

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Aug 19, 2014

Aug 19, 2014 at 3:01 PM UTC

A self a holic

If I isn't know myself I would think I was a self a holic. One who is constantly obsessed with what's happening with the self. That's it That's all That's all I have to say

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If the dreamer is dreaming then where do their souls live? Underneath the pocket of dust in your closet? In your soft comfy bed of rest? In the dreamers hands so you can play with the idea of reality? If we are constantly dreaming Then what experiences are we having? The experience of having a better experience? Or is it.... Just a dream?

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Aug 19, 2014

Aug 19, 2014 at 2:54 PM UTC

A dream within a dream

If the dreamer is dreaming then where do their souls live? Underneath the pocket of dust in your closet? In your soft comfy bed of rest? In the dreamers hands so you can play with the idea of reality? If we are constantly dreaming Then what experiences are we having? The experience of having a better experience? Or is it.... Just a dream?

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I saw you in the moonlight That day you were smiling Glooming thoughts floated around my arm I returned to you But it wasn't you It was your shadow Your shadow looks at mine and says "If I could be anything, I would be candied cherries on top of your dreams" I fell I fell I fell In love Not with you but with my shadow I forgot what I looked like I saw my own beauty hidden under my other arm I placed my arms to the sky Looked up and quietly kissed you goodbye. The end.

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Aug 19, 2014

Aug 19, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC

Moonlight proposition

I saw you in the moonlight That day you were smiling Glooming thoughts floated around my arm I returned to you But it wasn't you It was your shadow Your shadow looks at mine and says "If I could be anything, I would be candied cherries on top of your dreams" I fell I fell I fell In love Not with you but with my shadow I forgot what I looked like I saw my own beauty hidden under my other arm I placed my arms to the sky Looked up and quietly kissed you goodbye. The end.

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