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I hope for longer days,
More light on this lonely town,
For better times to come,
And for them to stay.

I hope for the warm to return,
Life feels better in the sun,
Fingers are more useful,
When they aren't shivering.

I hope for the future to be bright,
That we will grow and prosper,
As the flowers grow and rise,
Let us reach out our petals to the light.
Hope is a living thing
I worry a lot,
And I know I need to stop,
But I can't just leave anxiety,
It's a human instinct inside of me.

I worry for your safety,
I worry for mine,
It's a cold world out there,
Without enough fire to keep us all warm.

So if you're struggling,
Please confide in me,
I worry so much for you,
For your happiness.
You cherish the things you love, it's why we become obsessed.
  Mar 21 Abbott J Hardison
Prevost
As I waddle through the heat
I wish for knees from which to pray
The sun, the progenitor of this fruition
Golden we harvest

The hills whisper an ancient call
I grasp the earth between my fingers
Here the dirt and I are one
I cannot let go of her

The sheaves surrender to the sickle
The soul is sown
The soul is harvested
Ancient mouths rejoice
I wasn't born to fight,
maybe tiny bit
It is with my own self,
these vices need to be uprooted right away
I wasn't born to be living in fright,
reach a longer height
not necessary physical
but reach immeasurable
lengths in spiritual.

I reject what's not mine,
everything that is out of line,
giving away everything
that I might or not need
I am born out of weeds
looking for knowledge seeds
to bring me closer to reach whole
remove the ever existing void
that I try to fill with materials
Nothing quite fits in this soul.
  Mar 21 Abbott J Hardison
Arii
You bring out the worst in me
And I can’t believe I didn’t see
Your true intention.
No wonder there was alway so much tension

When we’d

Sit around and
talk about

A future that we
didn’t have

A future that I couldn’t see
A future you took away from me.

It doesn’t sting,
it doesn’t burn.
It tastes bitter on my tongue,
but it doesn’t hurt.

No, I won’t let you get to me,
no more,
I won’t let you wreck me
any more.

Leave me be, and
maybe you’ll see
You’re not who you make yourself
out to be.
I share my birthday
With John Lee ******
Beat that
You sweaty ******!
Show business isn't as glorious as you'd think,
There's not much glory that comes form this stage,
Yet us actors trade all the lovely pieces of our life,
For a split second of grace and beauty.

Don't mention the back stage,
No to an actor at least,
I'm afraid nothing good happens there,
At least for us, it's just heartbreak and longing.
Acting, you chose to mask yourself from reality.
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