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I got gapingly stare at her face
Admiring her boldness
And her grace

With the Summer Sun beaming down
I would love to reach your crown
The destination
Is just the journey's reflection

Of the slopes I have climbed
Of the views I saw go by
Of the flowers sent so sweet
Of the icy, snow 3 feet deep

And this uphill battle I will not stop
Until I have reached the very top
Not until I could see

All that could have been
For those of you who don't know; Anne (Mount Staint Anne) is a mountain in Quebec.
There was a typo... I fixed it.
Comment if I missed anything else.
Step off the beach
And step in to the dark, starry waters
Do you feel the cold unforgiving waves?
Still ****** after their slaughters

They reflect something so unreachable
That it becomes something beautiful
For we all want
What we can’t have
So we submerge ourselves with the galaxies
And let the cosmos steal our last bubbling breath
As we slowly sink under the waves of this world

Waiting for a celestial death

Like a heavy pair scared, aliened hearts.
Let's hope the numbing pain of heartbreak and loss
Will slowly suffocate along with us
We are being crushed
Under the pressures of perfection
Most without hope of a resurrection
This is a genocide
Of the mind
And of all those who were kind

The cold teeth of ignorance will surly **** us
Because the media sugarcoats
Because our parents don’t know how to raise us
Because we have teens slitting their throats
With the rest of us sitting here taking notes
Using their last words as quotes

They say that beauty is only as thick as the skin

Tell that to the corpses
Floating on what could have been.
Just thought I would improve my last poem.
  Dec 2014 Yasmin Greenfield
Hayleigh
Every time we say goodbye
I'm terrified
It'll be for the last time
Its haunting me,
the feeling I cannot escape.
I'm lost in this strange maze
with a strange feeling.
Though it sounds like nightmare
but it taste like a beautiful dream.
The sound of music
seems unreal.
It's like a melody, a lullaby
that keeps your heart awake.
The once an empty canvass
now seems to bloom with beauty,
filled with color and piquancy.

This dream isn't done
when I woke up with you.
I'm falling for you.
Tires,
They spin faster,
And fast on the ice,
Never seeming to stop.

Your life,
Flashed right before your eyes,
Faster then the tires on the ice.

You have grown older,
Have made something of yourself,
But the ice never changed,
But the tired got off the ice.

Then the ice melted away,
Like your life slowly does,
Day after day.

It slowly happens,
But seems so quick.
Your tires soon unstick.

You life flashes,
Time to say goodbye,
Goodbye you,
Goodbye tires,
Goodbye ice.
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