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Kirsten Claire Dec 2017
Happiness they say is
Temporary
Short lived
Awarded
Only for the privileged
Only achieved through impossible means
Well they are lying.

Happiness is my heartbeat
Blood pulsing through my body
Through my soul
And back again--
An endless song
I sing
In the dark
And in the light

Happiness is like fuel
And I am a wildfire
Spreading as far as the sun can reach
And then a little farther
I blaze an unquenchable fire in my path
So the world knows that I was here

I choose to be happy.
And so should you.
Kirsten Claire Dec 2017
Sometimes I wish I could have a little star of my own
That could whisper tiny star-secrets into my ear
Because stars are the best listeners
And tell the best stories
If you ever need to tell anyone anything, tell the stars.
Kirsten Claire Aug 2015
So tell me what it's like
To dream of black and white
To watch the colors fade away
At the break of day

Tell me what it's like
To become defenseless,
Fearful, submissive, helpless
And lose the fight

Tell me what it's like
To see strong spirits
Passionate, and full of life
Change to faded gray

Tell me what it's like
To hold his hand
Love him for eternity
Just because you can

Tell me what it's like
To finally walk the road
That leads to truth
A road no one knows

Tell me what it’s like
To leap across time
To unknown lands of fate
And leave fears behind

Tell me what it's like
To be a meek child
Be born of pure innocence
If only for a while

Tell me what it's like
To witness all of the seasons
Become the same
Without any reasons

Tell me what it's like
To see an ember
Come to life
Like a raging fire

So tonight watch all of the stars fade
And the moonlight die
Let God determine their fate
Like victors writing history

Watch every candlelight
Be doused and suffocated
Destroy them in the night
Overcast them with darkness

What do you see in your dreams
Paint colors with your own imagination
For in our dreams we can do anything
Let nothing be evident
Release it all

So in my dreams tonight
All of my colors will fade
As I dream of black and white
Dreaming of black and white... and maybe a few colors.
Kirsten Claire Aug 2015
Gunshots pierce through my ears rendering me deaf
The amount of carcasses leaves me speechless
A bomb combusts before my eyes and I am blind
Gas fills my nostrils and I can now no longer smell
So much pain from the wounds and now I can't feel
Senses of war

— The End —