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Danielle C Jun 2012
the pages are the frames
the words are the artwork
the publisher is the curator
the writer is the artist
the binding is the museum
the literature is the art
Danielle C Jun 2012
Who knew someone so strong,
could feel so weak?
How her thoughts scream so loud,
yet words soft when she speakers?

She’d only want the best,
she settles for much less.
What’s she to do when they’re all gone,
when there’s no one left to impress?

When her eyes water with tears,
she climbs under another girl’s arm.
Though she might hide from the world,
a penny’s fine as her lucky charm.
Danielle C Apr 2012
growing waves
from a glowing contraption

inhale the fruit
exhale the rings of desire

flow into me
Danielle C Apr 2012
from the fold
into the air

a cloud

the warmth of the innocent
a freeze of the sinner

a star

reach higher
let it pass

we are majestic
we are young
in a dimly lit hell

the sun is out
but it will set
to bring in the shadows
and the chaos that follows
Danielle C Apr 2012
Time is not a picture,
in the century of hell.

Can’t you write the fate,
if you know the crown?
Can’t you draw the kingdom,
if you know the son?

“Words, words, words,”
your face is melting.
Danielle C Mar 2012
He said write anything and everything
He said sing something new and something old
And he said go anywhere and everywhere,
any day and everyday

Because you're young
and free to live

There's something wrong
There's nothing right
I'm here to live
I'm here to fight
I'm here to love
I'm here to write
Danielle C Mar 2012
go to school
work hard
get a part-time job

graduate
get a better job
get a promotion

start a family
lose your job
loose benefits
starve
die
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