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moss May 2015
Skin made of frost
Hair made of snow
Thought to be lost
But only she knows

Dashes around
Quick as her fox
Never is bound
But destiny knocks

The cold gives life
It pumps her heart
Never caused strife
Love tore her apart

It took her down
Though she was warned
She falls and drowns
When a child is born

And as she melts
Without the cold
She knew she felt
What she had been told
Inspired by Eowyn Ivey's novel The Snow Child. What a beautiful story! **SPOILER ALERT** It's a classic Russian fairytale about an old couple without children and they build a snow child that comes to life, but this is taken to a whole knew level. In the novel it depicts a variation of the story where it ends with her falling in love and melting, but instead of her dying automatically, it's after she's given birth to a child and domesticated too long. It has a bitter sweet ending, but it is truly a beautiful story. It is definitely one of the best books I've ever read.
moss May 2015
the lightning flashes
then followed by the thunder
foundations shudder
moss May 2015
it seems, these days
in many ways
i spend so much of my time
waiting

i don't know how
but in the now
i'm never really content
longing

you'd think i'd know
the ebb and flow
but i'm still not quite caught up
running

i look, i stare
just everywhere
to see what the people do
watching

maybe i should
if only i could
start living my own life soon
**beginning
  May 2015 moss
Auss
I wage war
That's never been seen before
Is sanity worth fighting for?
I'm not really sure

Insanity?
A calamity?
I call it individuality!

Who is Society
To create this hypocrisy?!?
It seems like such a tragedy
To waste such ingenuity
To dull the creativity
moss May 2015
The words "once upon a time"
Begin a fantacy story
Who's seemingly shallow rhyme
Creates a deep allegory

The princess traped, endangered
Our deepest fears are revealed
Yet, saved by the kind stranger
Our wishes are to be appealed

The prince fighting, enthralling
Our search for love is now released
Always hopes for belonging
Our strong courage not so repressed

Then "happily ever after"
Soon ends our magnificent tale
But what is happy hereafter,
Far beyond this twisting trail?
  May 2015 moss
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It's been a long time, can't tell since when.
It's been a long time, since I felt whole,
but I do feel it every now and then.
To pick up a pen and write down my soul.

To sing a mumble, this sad rumble.
Pretending I have a greater goal.
but under the truth of it, I crumble
and again, in weakness, I pay the toll.
Maybe next time it'll be a happier song.
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