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Bryce Fowler Aug 2018
Flying high above the clouds
Seeing the past behind depart
Brings a new feeling of relief to my eyes
I now see that life isn’t just spent in time
But with memories
The moments where we find ourselves utterlly broken down,
Spending time in a wasteland
We have lived in the moment of pure disaster
And chaos seems to find it’s way in
Time and time again
Spent letting the tears fall upon this wasteland
But none have succeeded in watering it
While, memories live here
Our thoughts escape our actions
Creating depth in this place
With its soil too dry for harvest
And it’s land cracked
Nothing dares to Sprout from its floor
This place is one where memories come to die

Memories shift the tides,
Always changing the landscape
Turning cracks and soil
Into a masterpiece of color and thought
The wasteland,
Turns into miles and miles
Of Green
Never begging for the fallen tears
Of memories, that were produced from disaster
Withering away with the thoughts that created
The wasteland.
Connecting thought to action and action
To thought
Turning tables have flipped perspectives
Day after day, year after year
Once more the Green has Grown again
And the drought was nothing but a
Distant Memory
Bryce Fowler Aug 2018
Pride
Is it just a noun?
Or is it more.......
Do we all share a common feeling of what pride is and will be?

When I say will be
I mean that in a sense of
Will we ever be prideful?
Will we. As a community ever be prideful
Can anyone answer that?
It’s getting to a point where I don’t believe
That pride exist
Cause the meaning of pride never really seems to sink into the people of this world.
Some may say we are too prideful
Some sort of unthought out insult, that comes when one human being doesn’t agree with the other

Or when a human such as myself
Doesn’t want to the world to think that he she they we
Are less than the people making that claim

I sometimes wonder
“Do prideful people have good posture”
Cause I sure don’t
Someone can walk down a street and not notice a sloucher when you stand tall to everyone else
The height helps too

It’s just a number
It’s just a feeling
It’s just a belief
It’s just a school
It’s just a country
It’s just a person
It’s just a opinion
It’s just me

I’m too prideful
I’m gonna let the world reflect on that
Not that the world has any thought of who I am
Or what I do
Or that the world even cares
I’m too prideful
Let the world think on that

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