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 Sep 2016 summer
Wandering Soul
Fathers be good to your daughters, raise them proper
and teach them to stand and walk on their own 2 feet,
as one day they will no longer be daddy's little hopper,
so let them grow freely and always pull out their seat.

Mothers be good to your daughters, teach them about
the bad boys out there who will use her and then leave,
who will break her precious heart and make her doubt,
but also warn her about those that can make her believe.

So fathers and mothers please be good to your daughters,
look after them carefully when they fall victim to the flu,
because you'll never again see a smile sweeter than theirs,
and cherish them because daughters become mothers too.
 Sep 2016 summer
Wandering Soul
We've all at one moment wished we were something more,
much like a superhero who saves just before time hits zero.
Making a name for yourself in history like all those before,
because someone that is remembered is what makes a hero.

But I believe a hero is someone who can change the world,
someone who has suffered and yet still helps others to fly,
who teaches others to move forward with wings unfurled.
I believe heroes never surrender, those that are born to die.
 Sep 2016 summer
Stephan
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You pulled petals from a daisy

trying to keep track
but soon lost your place

and as you frowned,

I handed you a bouquet of daisies
and promised,

“He loves you”
Compact Poem Series
 Sep 2016 summer
Wandering Soul
You said I could never be happy, that I didn't deserve to be.
And then you were gone like the falling leaves in Autumn.
I will never forget your smile and what you meant to me,
but you used me. Right from the start it was always him.

The one that broke your heart every time he walked away.
The one that never loved you but only ever temporarily.
The one that keeps you up late at the end of every day.
The one that you see when you close your eyes wearily.

And when you broke down and cried, I was always there,
standing with an umbrella, sheltering you from the rain.
But you never saw me for me, didn't want to, didn't care.
So I guess what I'm saying is, thanks for showing me pain.
 Sep 2016 summer
Wandering Soul
And I've played it back a thousand times in my head,
that perfect memory of where it was just you and me,
lying wide awake at 3am under the covers of my bed,
listening to the tranquil breaking of the midnight sea.

We both knew that was my last night in this small town,
in the morning I would be headed far off for university.
You knew it would be hard with me no longer around
but you kept silent and let me leave for New York City.

And when the morning came, you smiled me goodbye
as our hands aligned against the window of the train.
Your mood reflecting the bleakness of the falling rain
as you were left behind to watch our last moments die.
Concept: my body is made of gasoline. You're my spark my spark my spark. I am aflame and it feels so good to burn.
Her skin
Soft like a newborn.
Her legs wrapped around my waist.
Her eyes are staring into mine
I see the stars forming.
In her cornia.
Her body heat
Slowly elevating mine.
Her lips tight against mine.
She is all I've ever wanted
And here she is
Upon my waist.
Upon my body
upon my mind
Here she is,
Her muscles tightening
Her breathing rapidly quickening
Her soul flying
Her lovely sighing.
She is all I've ever wanted
She looks so perfect tonight.
She seems to always know
just what I like.
Her chest up against mine
Her heartbeat strong
Her breaths now so long.
And it is everything for me
Not to lose myself.
She is all I've ever wanted
She is the one for me
And she cried the day
I got on one knee
Here we are
Alone tonight
My hands on her curves
Her hands gripping tight
She is
Suduction
But my, I dont mind
She can have her way
After all
She is all I've ever wanted
 Aug 2016 summer
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Six Word Story
 Aug 2016 summer
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"Don't cry, I don't deserve it"
 Aug 2016 summer
Wandering Soul
Plug in the earphones and the thoughts begin to fly pass;
lingering on memories of you to help fall asleep at night.
Like how you glisten in the morning like crackling glass
or how you sparkle with the lasts drops of dancing light.

Even in the way you hide your cold hands in long sleeves
or the way the air freezes as you whisper another fun fact.
Yes, I can see it now, you remind me just of winter leaves.
Not perfect because flawless but perfect because cracked.
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