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Im caught up in your smile,
    your eyes
Those deep blue eyes
   that captivate me, that keep
        me in a trans.
That make me fear your departure
    that comes closer and closer
As I wish to send you with
       a Goodbye kiss.
Love is like a river
  it comes and goes
True love is like a pond
   it stays with you forever
Credits to my sister
Mist left my lips
It was so cold
So cold that when I sniffled it froze on my nose
Blue lips
Black toes
It's a dark world I suppose
Fingers cracked and bleeding
Oh the wind how it rose
Snow falling and coating clothing
Sleet falling and freezing on exposed skin
Far too cold they said to be out in
Could drop to twenty below
I had to get myself home before nightfall
It would only get worse
I couldn't walk another step
The feeling in my feet was gone
My flimsy boots were soaked from the snow
I knew it was far too late to save my feet
The frostbite got to me
I saw my toes were becoming the same
The fingers unable to be moved
Soon everything was numb
The frostbite released me
What the heck did I just write? Haha. It kinda ***** but I haven't written poetry in months. Sorry for my long disappearance. Fictional, it didn't happen in real life... haha. xD
 May 2014 Victoria Johnson
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Goats
 May 2014 Victoria Johnson
neo
Now let me tell the story of a guy named Lenny

He had a grumpy goat and a year-old penny

He wanted fifty-thousand shiny trucks with cheese

But all he ever got was his Grandmother's fleas

He begged for a book so he could learn how to cook

And the grumpy goat ate him while he called out "Look!"

So the moral of the story is don't own goats

That get hungry easily and run off with your boat.
(when will the old poetry end? NEVER)
I glanced a vision
out of the corner of my
eye. It said “Hello.”
I have been informed
That phasing through walls is just
A stereotype.
This ghost will not stop
Clawing at my bedroom door
Why not just phase through?
I am a happy
And well-adjusted child
Learning to be sad.
I may never get
Used to seeing adults at
The same eye level
I wish
I wasn't
Here
At all
I wish
I'd learned
To stop
The fall
The inevitable
Sinking
Loss
Of hope
All my friends
In the bathroom
Smoking
Coke
The party's over
Please,
Go home
We're all
Much nicer
When we're not
Alone
The kids
I used to
Know
have cut
Their wrists
Their make up
Smearing
On their
Lips;
I cannot
Regret
What you
Have done
The cake's
Been eaten
But the song's
Unsung
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