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One sleepless boy Falling to the deepest of the ocean Looking for himself in the ocean waves Little boy, it was just a dream One sleepless boy Running through an unending maze Walking through an unending road Little boy, it was just a dream One sleepless boy He is running through a neverending dream A beautiful and horrifying dream of a one sleepless boy -Inspired by a girl named Jessica-
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Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 4:27 AM UTC
One Sleepless Boy
A little boy stand there, withering away in grief. It wasn't his fault. He didn't know, That it was here time... Her time to go. Will the boy ever love? Will he ever see the sun again? On a dark day like this, There was no sun. No light, Only darkness, And the cold reminder of the sound of a gun. There was no way of stoping it, For the bullet was too strong. Yet, The boy still griefs over what can not be undone.
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Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 7:11 PM UTC
Grief
The drowning fly a little boy... rescued from water placed, upon leaf. Shaking his wings staring and puzzled? Little Boy smiled then said, Goodbye. Off he flew, perhaps a sigh? Little became bigger, old, then gone. Ages, years later planet now dying. Lamentation and despair! No, little hope! And they came strange-ones; as bugs. Seeing through time somehow they knew? Knew about Boy from long ago. Leaving quite suddenly left us gift. A planet saved, saving our people. Turning at door smiling said, Goodbye. Statue right there, spot they landed. The Little Boy saving a Fly. *
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 9:37 PM UTC
The Little Boy
They're used to a little boy, That gave out hugs for free, And gentle smiles filled with no pity. He used to tell people they meant the world. Saw good in everything, he did. Tried his best to never speak out of turn, And kept dark thoughts at bay for all, Never allow you to feel down for long. His gentle eyes held such kindness, That was meant for angels, But was given to even the most cruel creatures. He wished to be dependable even when he was bruised. He was such a good little boy, And it was a shame he never knew. That little boy, oh how I miss him so. His innocents now all washed away, Drowned away by his own demons. He is lost away out at sea, And drowned long ago, Now that is all left is a impassive demon, That shows no compassion. Oh how I miss that little boy, I would love to trade places with him any day, But I made a mistake of letting his hand slip from mine.
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Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC
I miss that Little boy
little girl wants a monster truck little boy wants a fairy doll forbidden little girl wants to be a boy little boy wants to be a girl doors closed and eyes closed wishing for a brighter tomorrow closet doors creaking open light shining in closet doors jammed open
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Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 6:31 AM UTC
gender boundaries
The world's full of people, who's beauty reigns outside. With all the nice gestures, you won't know what they hide A prince who once believed, in happily ever after is now dying everyday, for vengeance and ****** Who could have thought, that behind those looks, a burning hatred for traitors cooks No one ever noticed, all those emotional scars. The burden put upon you, weights more than a thousand cars. If only they saw. If only they heard. The heart of a young boy, that gradually broke. If your only strength, they hadn't taken, that cereal guy might be, an angel from heaven.
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Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 10:25 AM UTC
Sebastian
In the patience of the seed, In the life waiting hushed beneath the snow, In the longing of the night for dawn, In the tiny tendril peeking through a pavement crack, In the little boy's terrified heart as she opens his note in class, that wonderful thing: hope.
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Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 9:24 AM UTC
That wonderful thing
I have one friend, and one friend only, With each other we are never lonely. We do everything together, Like two birds of a feather, forever and ever. But sometimes he isn't here, Why does he disappear? On days when I need him the most, He turns away like a ghost. When the sun goes away, I feel my soul go astray. That is when my friend will vanish, But until morning, I will manage. Tomorrow, we will play again, Away the sorrow, away the pain. We will freely run in that grassy meadow, Just me and my friendly shadow.
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
Me And My Shadow