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Write from the heart. Write with purity and until you have bled every ounce of passion from your pen. Write until you have exhausted the limits of your creativity, until you're free..

-Rhia Clay
the swan's head fell in a collapsing tangent.
the swan couldn't keep it held, couldn't bear stick the feathers nobody believed to weigh a tonne of bricks.
the swan cared all too much, couldn't blend reality with the song of bliss the crows hissed of.
the swan mustered to persevere,
blazing nature's matrons music ear to ear
the swan saw leaves fall as autumn made it's seasonal call,
would you ever guess - the swan blamed only itself.
for the earthly demise wields a beautiful disguise.
the swan named fallacy would never see,
for fall's weight fell into every atom in it's tragedy.
the swan felt death in layers of travesty each sacred hour,
the swan revered the crows and deer, the sea's flows and freer galaxies,
condemned to the fragile atonement of mortality's unutterable catastrophe.
Shane 2d
When red apple roses rise from my head,
Know that the earth has embraced me, now dead.
I'll rest where roots wrap my bones in the ground,
And bloom through my silence, no longer bound.

Their petals still whisper the things I once said;
In death, I will part with the cage of my heart.
So grieve in my garden, but know it’s my home,
For beauty will grow where my love ever roams.
My marriage was never a locked shackle,
nor a weight that dragged me down to the depths.
No, the shackle in want of unlocking

was the mis truth that it was all of me.
She did not inhibit nor distract me,
I did that enough by my own poor choice

to turn and reconsider my self worth
by a fresh measure, one that before long
proved short of the task.

That lesson became a truth and a key.
Shackles are designed with a key.
It is downright lame
How you put all the blame
On me, whose only aim
Is not to fan the flame
That you still cannot tame.

You kinda love this game.
You shout while I remain
Silent, but it's in vain —
You nonetheless act insane.

Don't you feel the shame?
Yet I'm the one who came
To you, but now I claim:
I will not stay the same.
Right here,
right now —

I break the chain.
Opened my wings to fly so high
Thousands birds would come and cry
I think and thought i ponder i pry
With A rise of flight and some starlight
Reaching the drifts of my twilight
No feather too light No path too steep
As long as I fly with this heart and leap
No sorrow No pain as i bask in  rain
All these tears wont die in vain
Sinking and sulling so i would weep
As long as the wind lets me breathe
As long as the skies let me dream
In my fantasies a blossomed realm
Where i bless the stars i rule the skies
Be a goddess Be a saintess
All these memories i could paint
Etched in my mind they wont fade
Dont forget and not be lost
There would be those wandering ghosts
Beware o thee from the minds of brunes
Singing the sirens with those tempting tunes
Let it be scarlet or a crimson moon
We hollow birds O creatures of skies
How long do you wish to fly
As long as the wind blows through my wings
Taking me through the lands and seas
Among the oceans among the shores
Among the castles Among the thrones
Admist these clouds Beneath these fields
Singing ,Dancing However i please
                     __tsuki no ume~
Some years echo,
Golden songs of prosperity,
Others trickle through.
Black liquor seas,
There's blood on these bricks,
So much happened before 1776.
Soon, we may have to light the fire again, but today, we celebrate what we've won.
Good morning USA,
How joyous am I,
To be waking in this country,
Of all the days,
The 4th of July.

As the red winged Robins pass me by,
I stare out at a spot of sunshine,
Across the hall.
Sumer time seems to fall,
With no care for my voice at all.

Soon I know these times will go,
Like our young country,
We grow out of touch.
It becomes hard to reach,
A point of sound sanity.

These late nights are all we've got,
Carnival games, shirt stains,
Twelve dollar fries!
Staring deep into your eyes,
We find silence in their cries.

Clouds of smoke wander around the house,
We keep the grill out of the way,
But peckish little hands happen to stray,
Such delicious food, so many trays!

Happy freedom day.
Happy fourth! To freedom, equality, justice, and bravery, let's celebrate America's birthday!
She speaks cannon *****
and good morning blues.
She speaks sweet lilies
and rosebuds in June.

She speaks soft
as little light beams.
She speaks rainbows
over tall evergreens.

She speaks sonnets
and low melodies.
She speaks quietly—
freedom, over me.
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