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Ashley K Dec 2014
Every night I go down my secret staircase I have in my bedroom
No one knows about it expect me of cores
When the clock strikes midnight
I open the green door behind my bed
And start to quietly walk down my secret staircase
I magically turn into a beautiful lady when I touch the final step
The room is beautiful
It has many pathways to a new journey
In one room I fought a bear
In the other I danced with my princess
Even in the last room to the right I slayed a dragon!
Each room is amazing and great each experience
A new start and ending to every adventure
I'm posting a new poem everyday!
Gigi Tiji Oct 2014
v e i n s   s p l i t
d  e  n  d  r  i  t  i  c  a  l  l  y
hands open into
lineal branches inside
flowing animal waterways
carry Life to further
reaches of time
Evolution, or
how us silly animals have continued life on this crazy rock hurtling through space at a bajillion lightyears per shutting eyelid,
is quite an intense,
one big happy family tree.  
Like veins, our **** times carry life
along the river Present.
We're frisky little blood cells,
but eventually we run outta oxygen.
So we swoop around the sun
like a shooting star around a heart and
return to the Source to get filled up again.

— The End —