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Harper H Halite Nov 2014
Dear God
Why do I feel so blue?
It seems as though my days of delight have Dwindled down to few
And though I have many things
That I am grateful for
I still find myself pitied to my core.
Depression can be a *****.
Harper H Halite Nov 2014
Weeping willow
Weep for me
Ain't nobody care for me
Ain't nobody gonna set me free
I see your branches
Hanging all around
Cover my body
As I lay upon the ground
Wishing this life held more than I have found
To feel your leaves and be set free
Weeping willow please weep for me.
Inspired by a Dinah Washington song
Harper H Halite Nov 2014
Bunnies are sweet
and bunnies are gentle
The more time with them
The less we feel mental.
I just like bunnies.
Harper H Halite Nov 2014
Wild flowers kiss the ground
The dawning sun warms the sky
Tiny clouds float on by
And fields of shiny golden waves
Whisper hi.
This is my rendition of Selah Washington in the early morning as the sun is rising and the earth is beginning to wake.
Harper H Halite Nov 2014
Alone in a world full of lots of people
How can you be alone when there are so many people?
Walking and wandering
Hoping and wishing
The world passes me by without even flinching
Smile and laughter from every which way
But here in my room
I have nothing to say
I sit alone, I eat alone, I cry and laugh all by myself
I am my only friend
My only friend is myself
Sometimes the world passes you by, without ever noticing you are there.
Harper H Halite Nov 2014
The life of solitude is often unfound,
While the joys of this life are often profound
The best company, most certainly is that of my own
Pitied often
And frowned by most
My existence is as transparent as many a ghost
I laugh and enjoy these moments alone
While thoughts of tranquility
Surround my own
I'm happy with me
What more can I be
The best company is one that's with me.
I am a recluse. Those who know me best don't understand this side of me.
Harper H Halite Oct 2014
I'm afraid I cannot explain myself well
From the hole in my face
From which the words fell
So I write them all down
Every smile to every frown
For when I try to speak
I barely make a sound.
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