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 Feb 2015 Devon Webb
Jennifer G
you're beautiful-

like a strange instrument
found in the basement of
a stately old manor home

i don't know how you work
but i can try and make sure
you don't fall apart

i will polish your metal
tighten your strings
and worry my nails to the quick

until someone who knows
how to play you just right
can coax out that lost music

i'll miss you
but what were you doing here?
gathering dust?
these are all rough drafts, really. please feel free to critique
 Feb 2015 Devon Webb
Sol
Running here
Turning there
Books fall
Lean on the wall

Awaiting dusk
Only to pray that there's no dawn

No power to fly
An unreachable light

It's down here
That I simply can't breathe
Can time slow the **** down?
 Feb 2015 Devon Webb
Sol
When we're little, we believe the place to go is up, up, and away
We get a little older, and we want to know what's down there
In the deep
The beauties, or the beasts?

One day we'll be adults
Too tired to try and fly
We'll just climb
Working to the best of our abilities for a good reputation
Polishing our shoes, straightening our ties
And one day, it's all gone
You wonder how it all could have happened so fast
Well, at some point, you turned around
And started rolling downhill

Then you realize
The best thing about all this is that the ride down never ends
It's as infinite as space
You see that everything can always be worst
You can always fall a little deeper
Which is why even the ones everyone call "freaks", are beautiful

But this hill has nothing to do with actions
Just thoughts
It's why the famed have a spotlight
They're in too deep
Deep in greed they count their cash
Only to waste it on yet another mask

This is why I can't admire the rich
Their power comes from what the masks of deception bring them

They try to drag down those of us free from their evil gravity
But we don't give in
Hell, we win
We don't just barely make it out with bruises and black eyes
We dance away with grace
To the top of the hill
We don't dance to escape the monstrous underworld
We dance to stick it to those that made us believe the surface wasn't beautiful
I have no clue as to how I came up with this.
 Feb 2015 Devon Webb
Sol
Slippery
 Feb 2015 Devon Webb
Sol
I know you're on temporary stay

Please make the silence go away
Pull out of me a peal of laughter

Now...

tell me what to dream
 Feb 2015 Devon Webb
Sol
I know I want to climb the air
The emptiness would fill me up
Because it would no longer be a void
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