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 Sep 2016 IDS
rattletaptap
Bless the sky when winter comes
and twilight sings a song of ice,
cold and pale
as its ghastly grip of death.

Embers dress the aurora on such
darkened nights.

A pale ghost dances around an oak,
around the Pantheon.
It's a ghost of my own, an illusion.
Memories seep away like forgotten dreams;
lost, like a raven in the night.

I bow to the Pantheon, to nature.
 Sep 2016 IDS
Lou Morgan
Sunrise
 Sep 2016 IDS
Lou Morgan
I am dawn itself
so dark and so hopeful, I'm
only beginning
 Sep 2016 IDS
rattletaptap
Where's the fun in being perfect?
 Sep 2016 IDS
rattletaptap
My desperate thing
You cling to life
Like a wingless bird:
Free yet chained.
 Sep 2016 IDS
Chalsey Wilder
My birthday was this month
I feel kind of old
I feel like I should be somewhere else
I guess
But literally nothing I can choose makes sense to me
But it makes no sense to choose nothing...
*There's really not much of anything
I have so few choices to choose from. My mild scoliosis effects everything. I can't walk for more than 15 max, can't sit down 15max without the most painful numbing feeling from the waist down, and I can't stand up for more than ten minutes without pain. ****, finding a career for myself in the long run is going to be hard. Smh. I am really considering being a mail woman, only thing I can think of that won't bug me.
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