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 Oct 28 Eleo C Nora
Bailey
When the crooked smile straightens
To a somberly smirk
And the blood stained tears
Dry in to a fresh rose

When the black box
Slowly turns blue
And the burnt smell of dreams
Finally fade away

When the ice chilled atmosphere
Floats out of reach
And the feeling
Comes back in my chest

When you joined my fight
The monsters paused
And now I dare to hope
You stay to play this game
 Oct 8 Eleo C Nora
Nylee
I see, breathe and
feel my heart
breaking a thousand times a day
I keep silence all through the day, the night
but when I go to sleep on my bed,
I remember each broken piece
like a still fresh bleed
Depriving me from night's peace
this is my sleep disease
All these heartaches control my night dreams
They won't cease till I cease.
 Oct 8 Eleo C Nora
ymmiJ
even sands stopping
fail in halting such desire
always only you
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“Nature” is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Thunder—the Cricket—
Nay—Nature is Harmony—
Nature is what we know—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.
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If I should die,
And you should live—
And time should gurgle on—
And morn should beam—
And noon should burn—
As it has usual done—
If Birds should build as early
And Bees as bustling go—
One might depart at option
From enterprise below!
’Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand
When we with Daisies lie—
That Commerce will continue—
And Trades as briskly fly—
It makes the parting tranquil
And keeps the soul serene—
That gentlemen so sprightly
Conduct the pleasing scene!
I clipped and prodded
Gazing in the mirror
I chiseled and I cracked
Twisting into the wanted woman
I painted and scratched
Thinking only of perfection
I snipped and I whacked
Until there was nothing left
Red were the roses, the ones I left on your casket,
Orange were the leaves, the ones in your tree,
Yellow were the bruises, the ones that covered you head-to-toe,
Green were the stains, the ones left on the hems of your jeans,
Blue were your lips, the day you were found in your noose,
Indigo was the night sky, that night that you died,
Violet was that bruise, the one you wore around your neck
by Alice Thyne, but i can relate so much
 Sep 7 Eleo C Nora
Nylee
Today is tomorrow's yesterday
Today is yesterday's tomorrow
My half life in past and in future
I don't know much about today,
the very same day,
what about now.
Different versions of today.
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