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If I would see melons on a tree,
I would take down every single one
and let the tree cry
for nothing good could ever come
if we'd let anyone see
melons on a tree.

If I would hear a falling star
I wouldn't tell anyone,
would just let it die
'cause I wouldn't get far
if I told anyone I HEARD a star.
 Nov 2011 Melissa Thorne
Waverly
Walking home,
a girl in an orange
of a shirt and long
bell-bottoms
with a small protuberant
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turned around to look at me.

Her eyes were large,
and the way she looked at me
was a question almost:

Are you dangerous?

Maybe, she wasn't looking at me,
maybe the breeze kicked up,
and she just wanted to shield herself.

But I don't know,
something in the way
she looked at me,


The quick stoicism
of her large blue eyes,
shocked into a quick
heavy moment of recognition:

black guy.
hoodie.
black baggy pants.
the scowl.


I knew that soon her eyes
would wiggle out of there sockets
and dangle behind her
always looking back
even as she kept moving forward.

The illusion of moving forward.

I felt like the black guy
the news tells you about,
the one that's dangerous
to all lonely white females
at 9:00 at night,
as his tongue lolls
and his head wags.

Maybe,
I'm being too sensitive.

Maybe,
I'm being hypersensitive.

Why is it
that whenever I see a white female
walking towards me at night
I cross the street?
The warmth of a feathered wing
Is felt upon the roughest branch..
         I've forgotten about life around me.
A sleeping northern wind
Is released for restless eyes..
         I only want to feel something more.
A troubled thought
Follows a cotton mouth..
         I've been waiting here for you.
Watch,
the time
hurries
without
foot prints
on the sand.
The universe sways,
Along a ripple in time,
Beyond our small world.
Quick Ways of describing the moon with a poetic aptitude of felicity.

The silver glow struck my eyes, flowing through my body, making me stand in awe underneath itself.

The natural lighthouse guided my way through the haze, releasing my inner imagination.

The white hue echoed through the clouds, lighting up the stagnant air.

The whispy clouds covered the moon in a thin veil, concentrating their efforts on dismissing it's effort to shine.


Quick ways of describing the sun

The fiery ball of death awakened our planet with life, turning fire and flames into rivers and green grass.

The light felt warm against my skin, as I laid there, feeling the warm sun, trying to fathom the vast distances that lied between it and us.

The destroyer of worlds, the hellfire from above, the golden globe of hope and all things that are good, the ambiguous sphere of giving... The Sun

The Sky would not be blue, nor the grass green, nor would the cacophony of cold harsh winds batter against your house, as you sat reverent of the warm sphere, watching it's pubescent sunrise and it's aging sunset, as you behold, the greatness of the sun.


Quick Ways of describing the Universe

The bright stars shined through the sky, escalating man's need to know, to explore, pushing him to release his inner genius and become great.

The firmament sits there, a endless black chalkboard, smeared with nebulae and brushed with black holes, and glittered with stars.

The Earth sat there alone, waiting for consolation, waiting for a spark, and then she opened her eyes, and all the Universe was bestowed upon her, burning beauty into her brain and soul.
In the flat where William Butler Yeats
had ridden the Gyre of mind,
Sylvia, with son and daughter,
came to spend the last of her time.
An angel, Ariel, visited
and spoke such lovely lines.
Sylvia hastened to write them down
though her pen froze at times.
Her doctor was concerned for her:
Her depression was profound
Despite the drugs that he prescribed
Her soul gyrated down.
Her husband had abandoned her
and their two babes besides.
A darker angel came to her
and whispered “suicide.”
Three days before St. Valentines
in Nineteen sixty three.
Her nurse received no answer
there at number twenty Three.
Fearful for the children,
the nurse had to get inside
Police where called and
the door was forced, but
sadly, not in time.
The smell of gas, pervasive,
in the room where Sylvia died.
Her two little ones were rescued-
Her death ruled a suicide.
The death of Sylvia Plath ( Hughes) February 11, 1963 at 23 Fitzroy road, London England.
We spent so long in each others arm/
Wasted time, that really only did each other harm/
Whispered words and sweet nothings in each others ear/
Do you recall all those lies that you made me hear/
I tried so hard to stay in love with you/
After you, left me and, told me that we were through/
Tell me what did I ever do/
I felt so betrayed/

Woah/
It was you who broke me/
Beat me down for good/
But you did not destroy me/
Like you thought you would/

I'm fighting my way back to the top/
Climbing higher, then ever before/
I'm feeling like I'm never going to stop/
You won the battle, but I'll win the war/

How did he taste when you kissed his skin/
Was it smooth, was it love, inside you're every sin/
I waited patiently when he went in/
All alone, in my thoughts, wondering where you've been/
Shame on me for making you the one/
In my mind, I always knew that our time would come/
You never know I guess until you're done/
But your harm would never last/

Woah/
It was you who broke me/
Beat me down for good/
But you did not destroy me/
Like you thought you would/

I'm fighting my way back to the top/
Climbing higher, then ever before/
I'm feeling like I'm never going to stop/
You won the battle, but I'll win the war/

Can you tell me that you're better off/
Are you happy with where you stand/
Is he what you have been dreaming of/
Is he the better man/
Truth be told I'm not listening/
I'm finally feeling free/
Six years later i'm a brand new me/
And this is how i'm meant to be/
Woah/
It was you who broke me/
Beat me down for good/
But you did not destroy me/
Like you thought you would/

I'm fighting my way back to the top/
Climbing higher, then ever before/
I'm feeling like I'm never going to stop/
You won the battle, but I'll win the war/
Oh/
I've won this war/
I've won it/
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