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Emery Feine Oct 5
I met my rose in full bloom
But it had to wilt too soon

It was a beautiful painting, in a bright wooden frame
And no two ever looked at it the same

You were like a duck, sailing on a bright blue pond
I never knew that you'd have to go, so far long gone

Your comforting structure had turned to dust
And your shining walls had begun to rust

This place was built on a conjoined dream
It was so much more than we'd ever seen

I learned what it was like in my own mind
I learned what it was like for someone to be so kind

When we saw the rubble, we all held hands
Looking at the ruins and thousand sands

It was the one place where I could be wild
The one place where I could truly be a child

But even though you were destined to fail
Thank you for teaching me how to live, My Vale
this is my 116th poem, written on 8/3/24
Emery Feine Oct 5
No matter how many times our paths cross by fate
I'll never once forgive you
But you'll never be a person I'll hate
Yet I still can't recognize you
this is my 115th poem, written on 8/3/24
Emery Feine Oct 5
I've paid the price, I've sacrificed
Everything to know I'm fighting for the wrong side
You ignited a spark with your deceitful tricks
And I'm left alone with a flaming phoenix
I thought she was hunting me, I'd seen the signs
The glass breaking, and the crowd didn't see
I've been on the wrong side of the lines
Those warnings were coming from me
I feel betrayed, but I stayed, I felt pity for you
Didn't mean to make this start, oh, what could I do?
Pure cranes that once flew in my dreams
Their wings are blooded from you
I have not spent months of recovering
To be treated this way
No more children I'll be mothering
No longer will I stay
I'm disappointed in all people
For you being so deceitful
For all your misleading lies
And I still have to look into your eyes
I'm just surprised that you could be
So confident in the ability to mislead me
The little spark you've created
It has now turned into a flaming lion
If your lies, you'll continue to tell
It'll burn your soul down, and truth as well.
this is my 114th poem, written on 7/28/24
Emery Feine Oct 5
In the bowl, you'll find the golden fish
Living for your entertainment, it swims, swish-swish

You stare at its sparkling scales, golden-rich
And it continues to swim in circles, swish-swish

You take the fish out with a twitch
But it can't get out of your grasp, swish-swish

You pull its scale off and give it a squish
But it stops struggling, swish-swish

So you plop it back into its enclosing dish
And it resumes its swimming, swish-swish

But you want it to stop swimming, it's an itch
So you stab it, and it stops, swish-swish

It could never get its last wish
As it falls to the bottom, swish-swish

In the bowl, you'll see the golden fish
Dying for your entertainment, it sinks, swish-swish.
this is my 113th poem, written on 7/22/24
Emery Feine Oct 5
The Forgotten Child always tries
The Forgotten Child never cries
The Forgotten Child will never fly
The Forgotten Child will never know why

Their name, no one will remember
Their future, not even an ember
Their wealth, all will be sold in
Their popularity, all given to The Golden

The Golden Child never tries
But The Golden Child always cries
The Golden Child will always fly
But The Forgotten Child will never know why

Their love, everyone wants them
Their friends, everyone wants some
They keep, everything they've ever gotten
Their future, better than The Forgotten

The Forgotten Child will always do more
Yet they'll never be first
What are they even good for?
They'll always be the worst.
this is my 112th poem, written on 7/16/24
Emery Feine Oct 5
The crow was being chased in the air
By the bigger, stronger hawk
While the crow dodged his attacks without a care
The hawk began to talk back

"You know you can't escape me,"
"I'm stronger and faster than you."
The crow replied, "Just let me be,"
"I'm forever quicker and smarter than you too."

While the crow said this very thing
The hawk flew faster and tore off the crow's wing
But while the crow was falling from the sky
Not once did he think he was going to die

And while he fell to his possible end
The only thing crow wanted was revenge
And with his beak, he caught himself on a tree
And with his beak, it cracked in three

The crow fell safely to the ground without a sound
The hawk wanted him to die as he dove from the sky
The crow took a seat on the ground with his cracked beak
And since he had no wings to fly, there he would lie

The hawk soared, he roared as he approached his prey quick
The crow with peace, reached for a nearby stick

The hawk reached him down low
And when he tried to rip his bones apart
The crow picked up the stick, the arrow
And pierced the hawk in the heart.
this is my 111th poem, written on 7/9/24
Emery Feine Oct 3
I almost fell down the pit
But I was held up by a thousand strings
I was glad they saved me
But not the pain it brings

It took every muscle to hold me up
For the strings, I had to carry them all
But maybe I want a break
Maybe for once I want to fall
this is my 110th poem, written on 7/1/24
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