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The days are nowhere to be found,
when there were fairies all around,
girls and boys had their unique wars,
did you wish to the shooting star?

Like we had our own different world,
living with fancy and eating mud,
nothing was called as such absurd,
skating on floors and down to earth.

Imprisoned in a classroom for a decade,
felt like sleeping to the judgement day,
then the recess was so highly praised,
and homecoming was the best part of the day.

We all had that unconscious mind,
doing things now we can't find.
I look at the photos from the past,
and realize that time never really lasts.
 Dec 2013 Ianna Gayle
GaryFairy
Hear the boat CREAK in the CREEK
where the water flow was WEAK for a WEEK
we couldn't set SAIL for the SALE
I might look PALE because I needed a PAIL

see, my WHOLE boat is full of HOLES
when it SEES the SEAS it always rolls
I can see THEIR boats over THERE
I just stand on the STAIR and STARE

I wish TO be out there sailing TOO
there's something DUE that I must DO
I don't KNOW how to say NO
never say NOT and let the KNOT go
I tried to make some sense. LOL
Spikes form from the skin
Splitting ends to poke out their eyes
Spitting acid to stifle the cries
A Shield of bitterness stinging
Images seen singing into my memory
Dissipate into a mass of spiders, fleas and mosquitoes
to spread my disease as fast as possible
Hopping, buzzing and crawling slowly... but surely
scourging and scouring bearing down every waking hour
biting and binding in beds of web
infecting and swarming
unheeded warnings
irritation and sickness,
a plague of anger global anguish
pain and unhappiness.
Nothing left for me.
I'll be gone soon
With nothing to show but a festering wound.
I opened up and everything fell out.
Now all I can do is drag my feet through my intestines and feelings
As I trudge away in defeat.
The darkness
encompasses me,
like the folds of
a blanket.
Its warmth is
welcoming.

The familiarity of  
the darkness
is hard to
turn down.

So I snuggle
ever deeper
into its folds.

However,

When I struggle
to get out,
to breathe a breath of
fresh air,

I am always
dragged back into
the sweet confines
of my
blanket.

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