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Day after day
Alone on a hill
The girl with the fake smile
Is keeping perfectly still

But nobody wants to know her
They can see she's weird

And no matter how hard she tries
She can't be the way they are

But the girl with the fake smile
Sees the tear a boy in math tries to hide because
"Boys don't cry"

And what looks like a stare into space by that person who sits in the back
But what she knows is just her reliving something bad

But day after day
On that hill where she watches
The girl with the fake smile
Waits for someone else to see
That the hill she's on all alone
Is one of misery
Inspired by "Fool On The Hill" by the Beatles

(This note was written by scribbles you drew on a paper when you were younger. You thought that they were art then. Then you grew up some more and decided that they weren't. Then you grew up more and realized they, and that it made you feel something.)
The bees are buzzing
Honey have you heard
The grass is greener
On the other side

The birds visit
For their seed and fatfood
And there’s a squirrel
Who likes his coconut halves

The sky is red at night
This is shepherd’s delight
It’s peaceful and quiet
In the natural world!
 Jul 2024 eleanor prince
Aishu
"When will you leave?" I asked.
"When you use me to grow yourself,"
replied the pain.
I do not write of sunsets,
Those farewells of weary days.

I will not speak again of forests
Or golden sunlit glades.

I have said my piece on oceans.
Brokered peace among the flame.

I have walked many an idyllic garden
To find each flower's scent the same.

At times the grass appears the greener,
A feature of how light strikes the blade.

The sabre seems as great a teacher
In the sunshine as the shade.

So I shall write again no more of sunsets
Those farewells of weary days.

I lay down arms against the evening.

To the dreaming

I cast my gaze.
Clear water
Harmoniously flowing
Serenity

Dross
In bolted minds
Escape

The path is split
Two directions
Two decisions
Honesty and Lies
Tell the loved ones, how much you love them,
waste no time, and it's no shame
because if silence, steals your word
it may be lost, and never be heard.

Don't defer it, to another day
what you feel, immediately say
we don't know tomorrow, what's in fate
it's too far away, it'll be too late.

If you willed, know it to be true
it's easy to say, I love you
when you hesitate, high will be the cost
chances postponed, are chances lost.

When they are with you, it's such a boon
to have the loved ones, so tell them soon
before time snatches away, you or them
with your love unuttered, heart unspoken.
I remember tiny creases
my cavalcade of strife
scattered puzzle pieces
fragments teasing life.
Broken memory.
There are few absolutes.
Even less that speak as true,
To the golden hues of bygone ages
Or savage whirlpools of our youth.
We were born and we shall die
Shackled to these certainties
Eternal pirouettes of life.
Yet in the doubt we are alive,
A parable of the possible,
The probable or the just might.
Existence in the absence
Between two points of light.
In the uncertain we survive,
A ripple in the darkness,
A dream within the night.
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