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the glory is fallen out of
the sky the last immortal
leaf
is

dead and the gold
year
a formal spasm
in the

dust
this is the passing of all shining things
therefore we also
blandly

into receptive
earth,O let
us
descend

take
shimmering wind
these fragile splendors from
us crumple them hide

them in thy breath drive
them in nothingness
for we
would sleep

this is the passing of all shining things
no lingering no backward-
wondering be unto
us O

soul,but straight
glad feet fearruining
and glorygirded
faces

lead us
into the
serious
steep

darkness
If I was a mountain

That soared towards the sky,

With craggy snow caps

And stormy grey eyes-



Then you'd be the clouds

That swaddled my peak,

That silenced my thunder

When I tried to speak.



If I was the earth

The desert, in fact:

With arid dry soil

And mud, baked and cracked-



You'd be the rain

The downpour that soothed;

The balm to my bruises,

Relief to my wounds.



If I was the Moon

In the indigo night,

With stars as my blanket

And silver; my light-



Well you'd be the Sun

Just always behind

That lent me your glow

And caused me to shine.
Sometimes I can't see past the shadows in the trees.
Sometimes I don't notice the song that lies within me.
Sometimes the sun looks down and hits me in the eye.
Blinding me from everything important in my life.

When hope flies away like a peregrine.
And out of your reach because you cannot fly.

And when the nightmares come in the darkness oh oh oh oh
Open your eyes and believe

You will be stronger than
All of the darkness in
the world you live in now
don't let yourself fall down
Don't give up on life now
Never let hate prevail
Just let your heart go free

Sometimes life won't let you choose who you're meant to be
Sometimes it takes a choice before you're truly free.
Sometimes you have to let your heart show you the way.
And let your spirit soar out of the past into today.

When hope flies away like a peregrine.
And out of your reach because you cannot fly.

And when the nightmares come in the darkness oh oh oh oh
Open your eyes and believe

You will be stronger than
All of the darkness in
the world you live in now
don't let yourself fall down
Don't give up on life now
Never let hate prevail
Just let your heart go free


Sometimes my heart goes cold,
But I look up to the sky,
the clouds there are fearless
And never afraid to cry.

You will be stronger than
All of the darkness in
the world you live in now
don't let yourself fall down
Don't give up on life now
Never let hate prevail
Just let your heart go free
At first,
Love was captivating.
a beckoning temptress
with lips whispering compliments
and desires and promises.

And then,
Love was unbridled.
a stallion galloping across terrain
the wind in his mane
vivacious and carefree.

At times,
Love was insecure.
spilling tears and confessions
fearing scorn or withdrawal
twisting with pain.

Of course,
Love was confident.
beaming with adoration:
ostentatious jubilance or
a quiet security.

Strangely,
Love was alone.
ripening and explorative
discovering the importance of
Self before other.


Perhaps there’s no one True set definition
and those who try
to grasp for dictionary restrictions
ultimately fail.
You can't sit there looking at yourself
When you're standing there wishing you were somebody else

Don't change your shoes, until they've been filled
Years of experience takes time and effort to build

The the comfort we all felt inside a pillow fort
Like motherly foundation, call it moral support

Looking in the mirror unable to see yourself
It's okay you're still looking for that book on the shelf
Shadows block the light away
For here is where the sun won’t shine
I shut my eyes in fear again
And pray that sleep will soon be mine.

I will not dare to lift my head
I can’t imagine what I’ll see
I think of how right now I’m in
The last place I would like to be

It doesn’t matter what they say
I know their stories are not true
For monsters really do exist
I know it cause I’ve seen them too

They pretend that they are shadows
Nonchalantly floating by
Sneaking around my little room
And scaring me until I cry

But when I see a little ray
Through the pale curtains in my room
When drops of sun light up my world
And steal away the night’s cold gloom

I know that all will be okay
It is what gets me through the night
Just knowing that in the morning
I’ll get to see that shining light

The sunshine blocks my fears away
For now is when the shadows hide.
I leap into the morning cause
I know that life is on my side.
I wrote this poem recently. It tells the story of a small part of my past. I have always had a fear of the unknown and sometimes the dark. Back then, when my fear was more prominent, I used to, as every child does, imagine that there were monsters hiding in my closet. I used to imagine what they were saying every night. They used to plot about "getting" me and it was almost like a scary game. Then, one night I realized that my mind was the basis for those fears and I imagined that the monsters were moving away and could never come back. I never was scared of them again after that. This poem shows all the emotions I used to feel at night before sleep finally overcame me.
She was crippled
Lost in her thoughts
As pieces of her life shattered around her
She was caved in
The room began to spin
Everything raised
As what was left of her hope began to fade away
Spinning, and shifting; no escape
Never let loose for a breath of fresh air
But caught in despair she drops the razor
Flushes the pills
Drains the alcohol
But grabs the knife, and gets rid of what's left.
You say you've got it all figured out,
got the science down at age nine-teen.
I roll my eyes, because that's just silly.
I'm older than you by a year at least,
but regardless, I watch you hitch your
skirt up and strap your heels on before
leaving the house. You think I'm crazy
to stay around only to meander about
in my fuzzy socks and stained sweatshirt.

I'll have you know that I actually quite
enjoy my one-women tea parties with
Ms. Austin and the Bronte girls on a
Friday night. At least I won't get a head
ache from strobe-lights and my utter
confusion when it comes to pretty-looking
cocktails. I realize I probably won't be
seeing you until midmorning anyway
when you stumble rather impressively
into the kitchens still in your club clothes.

You'll make a disgusted noise at my
pillow fort, my coloring books, my
towering stack of certifiable Disney
DVDS and I will pretend not to notice
that you smell like stale sweat, alcohol,
and aftershave.

You will feel compelled to tell me all
about him, all about them, all about all
of last night--down to the last disturbing
detail--and I will burry my face in my cereal
so you can't see the faces I'm making.

Undoubtedly you are bragging
(or so you think), but really, I'd rather
not have had so-and-so pawing at me
all night, because neither you nor I
know where he's been, and I personally
find no appeal in waking up in someone
else's unfamiliar room because my comforter
is super soft and fluffy and I feel like a
princess when I go to bed all clean
and cute in my PJs. This way I can get up
whenever I want and take a shower and
be loud and not have to put the seat up
when I *** or quietly try and find my way
out of someone else's home.

Also, I'm lazy most of the time so
I definitely wouldn't like the walk
home so early in the day. I have to say
that I much prefer my crayons to your
aspirin, my forts to your mysterious
bathrooms, my imaginary sword fights
to your hike home. Most importantly,
I like waking up regretting nothing the
previous the night except that I didn't
get to watch all of Mulan and what her
reflection really shows.
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