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olympia May 2014
its weird how
one day
you see flowers bloom
and the next
you see them die

its weird how
the sun can shine on
one side of your face
but on the other
only shadows find their place

its weird how
no one knows
that these laughs and smiles
are just escapes
from the letters in piles

its weird how
all thats left
is just a blank canvas
and just empty space
and someone in line
to take your place
ms reluctance Apr 2014
What
next?
Always
the question
that keeps me awake
at night; troubled during the day.
Consumed by this exhausting, insatiable hunger
to decipher the mysteries of a nebulous future, I find it mighty hard
to take a deep breath, look around, notice all the colors and revel in the beauty of how far I have come from the shadows of my past.
NaPoWriMo Day #28
Poetry form: Fib
Daylight 4U2C Apr 2014
The first kid was a rat. Oh he was so crude and mean. He said:
"Make her eat that!" and pointed to dirt-drenched, ice cream.
The second kid was a sucker for shows. He laughed and such a stupid pose.
But girls have power too ya know.
Girls tend to be smart, and...oh no...
She scooped the food, tears down her eyes, bidding her last goodbyes. Up it went, leaving no traces....

Up to the sky! "Wham!" Into their faces. She laughed and ran on full speed. Jumped a bush and climbed a tree.

"She's like a squirrel!" The first boy yelled.
"Well get up there and push her down!"

The second boy was looking high.
The girl giggled and mocked "So boys do cry."
The second boy ran off, and chickened out.
The first boy said," I can get you no doubt!"
He hopped and hopped and grasped the first branch, then he swung and swung, but couldn't touch the next.
While he struggled so hard the girl, quietly climbed down.
He'd never figure, she was on the other side, on the ground.
She slowly tipped away and went on, back home.
The boys best learn their lessons, and leave this girl **alone
Comments? Hearts?
ms reluctance Apr 2014
Head
hot, heavy
spinning, throbbing, aching
drinks, smoke, music, electric guitar
dancing, bumping, tapping
bruised, sore
toes.
NaPoWriMo Day 14
Poetry form: Diamante

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