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Nicholas Rew Nov 2011
Where did you go?
I thought lifting up
A box searching,
Searching; for time

They said X would mark
Where I could find
Her heart resting
Right next to mine

But mine is me
And me not you
So she and me
Can be the only two
Each stanza's syllables add up to 17. I did this because 17 is a prime number and can only be divided by one. The feeling of being alone or the number one is expressed more thoroughly this way.
Nicholas Rew Nov 2011
Sitting, a peculiar thing
Being that it is,
A contradiction to evolution
Giving us opportunities

Opportunities to do
To go and accomplish
To run fast, slow
To jump up high
To squat down low
To reach towards the sky,
Or roll people out of snow.

Still we choose to sit
And watch televisions glow
Nicholas Rew Nov 2011
Can you see my eyes?
And the good they see in you
The Beauty they find in the world
The judgements they try to reject

Can you see my eyes?
As they look into yours
And wonder what you see
The speckled brown like coffee

Can you see my eyes?
Constantly steady and unwavering
Looking for love in yours
So dependent on your approval

Can you see my eyes?
So lost and confused
Darting back and forth
In a dimly lit room

Can you see my eyes?
Leaking because there old
Withered lines drawn around
They make snow in the cold

Can you see my eyes?
With both of yours closed
Your sisters all in black
Consoling my broken soul
Nicholas Rew Nov 2011
As I sit here now
Where I've been standing
My conscience studies
Subjects that turned it wrong,
But lost are thoughts
In an expanse sea
Of sorrow and sadness,
Yet when the rivers
Dry, and dust settles
I pray my mind to please,
Grow and build
Upon these tears,
And not get
Lost at sea.

— The End —