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We were very tired, we were very merry—
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable—
But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table,
We lay on a hill-top underneath the moon;
And the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon.

We were very tired, we were very merry—
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry;
And you ate an apple, and I ate a pear,
From a dozen of each we had bought somewhere;
And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold,
And the sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold.

We were very tired, we were very merry,
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
We hailed, “Good morrow, mother!” to a shawl-covered head,

And bought a morning paper, which neither of us read;
And she wept, “God bless you!” for the apples and pears,
And we gave her all our money but our subway fares.
Raindrops on
My windowsill
Race down
Paths that
Light trace for it,

Faint slants
Which carve
Niches for
The innocent—

Mornings which
Cough faintly,
Smoke lingering

On her throat
But still singing.
I sit in the bottom of a Well,
Its walls worn smooth by time.
Above, a solitary star,
One of seven sisters, shines.
Neutrinos in abundance,
like angels on a pin,
of minute mass, invisible
are forever pouring in.
All about me they dash by
Without an outward sign..
Even in these hidden depths
They’re an elusive find.
They speed on through to other fates
And leave me to my climb.
She lives a quiet life,
she tiptoes around,
she whispers when she speaks,
she hardly ever makes a sound.

Although her words are quiet,
her mind is very loud.
She has so much to say,
but no one listens for soft sounds.

She's an invisible girl,
who doesn't want to stand out,
she just wants to be heard,
without having to shout.

Sometimes the loudest people,
aren't saying much at all.
Empty words and promises,
just leave their mouths and fall.

But whispered words fly high,
and catch peoples attention,
they're intriguing, so amazing,
but only when they listen.

So look outside the spotlight,
because often the real star,
isn't anyone on stage,
but the mind behind it all.
The knife is my pen
The paper my flesh
The unseen carcasse
is where my
Soul goes without rest.
Love, liberty
Happiness and truth
These words mean nothing
when depression seeps in.
tonight ,
The longtime friendship with my blade will end .
i have rubbed away my last tear and stiched the
hole you made in my heart ,and emptied the poison
you left behind.

The Beauty of your smile
The Beauty of your face
is only a memory one
that i will replace.
my emotions will again come alive
but this time my dear
it will be without the flash of a gun
or steel across my skin or the burning sensation
deep within.
again im ready to laugh and smile
the poison you put in me
i have survived.
forever is forever and forever came to an end
now my soul rests easy and i can now breath
as you move on to another victim
when i cried ,you didnt stop my tears
when i was scared-you didnt try to ease my fears
when i screamed you still didnt listen
now i rip open myself one last time
but this time its to let out the doves
so they can carry me to freedom
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