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Remember when you were a little girl
And your parents got you
For some dressy occasion
Those little shoes
With the half-inch heels
But you felt so grown
And mature
In your "High heels"
And that's when you got your strut
 Dec 2017 The Fire Burns
Samantha
There are many things
We don't know are real.
From scientific theories
To the forever concealed.
What could be false,
And what could be true?
If you were to ask me,
Humanity never knew.

First up in my list are pretty unicorns,
With majestic manes and glittery horns.
Nobody's ever found one, maybe nobody will
But that won't stop some from trying, still.

Next on the list is maybe the ghosts,
Transparent and spirited, the one of which most
People believe in, but I am not sure
If they can be real. We'll keep searching for more.

Third one's the charm, please meet Bigfoot!
Is he really as real as the fireplace soot?
But if you're a hunter, please beware,
Killing him's illegal in Washington... how rare!

Mermaids are next, at the fourth spot.
When it comes to my reasons, I know quite a lot.
5% of the oceans is all we've explored,
So they might be out there, trapped forevermore.

Last but not least, and this statement's quite bold:
We can never prove the existence of the soul.
What does it look like? Where does it go?
Those are some things I'd like to know.

There are many things
We don't know are real.
From scientific theories
To the forever concealed.
What could be false,
And what could be true?
If you were to ask me,
Humanity never knew.
You can't prove something to not exist.
I have ribs forged with stars and a lost heart

but I know for sure that this soul belongs somewhere

human eyes

have not ever seen.
Random thoughts and feels
But
you've got
stars
in
your eyes,
and I've got
demons
in
mine
 Dec 2017 The Fire Burns
rose
gospel
 Dec 2017 The Fire Burns
rose
The way people perceive you isn't gospel
You're one of those flowers freckled alongside the highway
Always mistaken as a ****
 Nov 2017 The Fire Burns
Elysia
Isn’t it weird
to be unable to see the rain
at one angle
but able to see the thousands of streams of it
at another?

Isn’t it weird
to see your name on a book
at one angle
but then not see it
at another?

Isn’t it weird
to love someone wholeheartedly
at one angle
but stop loving them
at another?

Isn’t it weird
to imagine looking at the most perfect angel ever created
at one angle
yet see the devil and his sharpened spear
at another?

oh look
the rain stopped
i'm not sure what kind of thoughts i have when i get bored, but have a look at what i think about
you came like summer rain
and i
   f
e
    l
l
like autumn leaves
d
  e
     s
       c
    e
     n
      d
       i
        n
         g
to the places only your feet would go
-k.j.c
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