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 Oct 2015 Luna Lynn
Sorrow Cain
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 Oct 2015 Luna Lynn
Sorrow Cain
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Hope. It's as pointless
As waiting for the waves to
Come and take you away.
So effing bored!!!
The lake is so calm,
it blows softly through our hearts,
mellifluously.
There is so much more
waiting to unfold for us.
Stay for the magic.
All in stark light falls
Memories stirred with the colds
Wind in autumn leaves
We find the music,
the magic, in the mundane,
if we look for it.
After autumn storm
Red and golden leaves threaded
Brocade on sun pond
 Oct 2015 Luna Lynn
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 Oct 2015 Luna Lynn
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distance means little
when love and friendship are one
grown up together, apart.
 Oct 2015 Luna Lynn
Antoinette G
Calm and Peaceful
With sky a stormy gray
She stood and beheld
The vibrant green
Of the fields
Which her homestead lay
And in the distance
She gazed upon
A sea with rough and crashing wave
Its once crystal waters
Now churned angrily
Sending forth a frothy white spray
She standing on a cliff
That was so far away
Basked in the tranquility of the moment
Not worrying what would happen soon, at any moment
With a BOOM of thunder
With a flash of lightning
The storm began
And her one special moment
Was gone never to come back
The once peaceful countryside
Was torn asunder
With this storms mighty blows
And it was so hard to believe
That just moments ago
It had been such a different scene
In which to observe
And as the stormed raged on
The girl watched the rain fall
The thunder BOOM
And the lightning call
And she remembered those moments
Those quiet ones
And she treasured them
She treasured them most of all
I feel like we all feel like this sometimes
I've realized that I rely on "things"
such as pills,
to get me through the daze.
Weather it's the clouds in my lungs,
or the syrup that I swallow,
or even latest Salvatore novel,
I've just gotta have that "thing" to distract me from here.
Because I find this reality too much to bear.
Living vice-to-vice, couting down the years.
I just want everyone to be happy.

Self therapy.
**** rips in my kitchen.
Talking to oneself can be so productive.
Pacing back and forth with constant muttering.
I just want everyone to be happy.
Super weird how this ended up. mostly free-written. 100% different.
 Sep 2015 Luna Lynn
ThePoet
I don't wish
for myself to die,
but I wish that
I was never born
I wouldn't die
after I'm broken,
but I'd be dead
before I'm torn

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