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 Apr 2015 leigh walker
Sydney Ann
Day 2 to no prevail
with infinite available
my thoughts are, going
Idle              
No pressure , Zero gravity
Speaking my mind
In freaking rhymes

I'm bored
Can't even call
up a chord

It's dire,  yet today
I'm impossibly smiling

but I'm afraid
this can only work once
Why?            
the same                                
Dang                            
thing                        
Comes out      
Every time

Bored                      
My train of thoughts
looks like graphite
trains are _  I don't
Know

(The following was written in the margins)
So now I'm
going Sideways
my life is sideways
but no one ever got
anywhere
cool
by
walking
**forward
I found this in my Creative Writing class notebook. I tried to type it up exactly how it was on the page so ^ there it is ;)
 Apr 2015 leigh walker
Zach E S
I write symphonies.
Not with a pen but a brush.
My words aren't spoken.
They are thrown.
They are splattered.
I feel each stroke as a note.
A cellist writing his greatest concerto.
A masterpiece.
And I'm writing for you.
Before the winter morn,
Before the earliest **** crow,
Jesus Christ was born:
Born in a stable,
Cradled in a manger,
In the world his hands had made
Born a stranger.

Priest and king lay fast asleep
In Jerusalem;
Young and old lay fast asleep
In crowded Bethlehem;
Saint and angel, ox and ***,
Kept a watch together
Before the Christmas daybreak
In the winter weather.

Jesus on his mother's breast
In the stable cold,
Spotless lamb of God was he,
Shepherd of the fold:
Let us kneel with Mary maid,
With Joseph bent and hoary,
With saint and angel, ox and ***,
To hail the King of Glory.
 Apr 2015 leigh walker
jay may
love
 Apr 2015 leigh walker
jay may
Love is a strange thing
Like a blind man who is able to foresee all living in and past infinity
Chills they come and then they go
You feel special to one and then you feel hollow  
You feel joy and then you feel sadness
There is so much emotion when you expect only pure happiness
Once you have explored all there is to see
Will you stay right here with me?

— The End —