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Are you looking for me
as much as
I'm looking for *you?
The inspiration is a long story, but this one guy has been running into me every state gathering that we go to which is only once a year. It might be Fate, it might be God, who knows? He just said he'll find me.
 Mar 2014 Oyashumi
Anonymous
I wear glasses to see,
Not to look "cool."
I read books to feel intellectually challenged
And go on adventures to new lands,
Not to take pictures of the pages
On my Nikon camera
And get "notes" on Tumblr.
I drink tea to relax myself,
Not to be like everybody else.
Do all these things make me a hipster?
A poser?
Or *myself?
 Mar 2014 Oyashumi
Erin E Esping
Oh,
I love spring.
With the frogs jumping
Upon lily pads.
With the wind blowing
Cool against my face.
Just so peaceful.

Oh,
I love spring.
With the crickets playing
A colorful song.
With the sun being
A pretty gold.
Just so wonderful.

Oh,
I love spring.
With the green grass
Soft against my checks.
With shooting stars
Soring in the night sky.
Just so brilliant.

Oh,
But this spring was different.
The frogs didn't jumping
Upon the darkened lily pads.
The wind was blowing
But with a ugly stench.
Just so uncomfortable.

Oh,
But this spring was different.
The crickets weren't even playing
A sad and lonely song.
The sun was red with anger,
Behind the dark clouds.
Just so much loneliness.

Oh,
But this spring was different.
The grass was not green
And was hard under my feet.
And the sky,
Oh, the sky.
Was covered in clouds.
Could I not see
One star fly?

Oh,
That spring was a silent spring.
For the only noises
Came from yourself,
And the factories
And cars that flew behind you.

Will we be forever stuck
In a silent spring?

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