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How brave of you to cast your tears at your enemy, and how whimsical to invite yourself to Jupiter during this leap year—a time for dancing to honor a fire in your grandmother's name. I understand how you forgave her, given the many desires she had that you could not fulfill. Perhaps you consider all the painful secrets and blinding smiles she endured, so show her grace as she plays the vinyl of her favorite song on repeat, without dropping that penny. Remember, music is the baptism of every religion, and there should never be a chip on your shoulder, knowing you are God's creation. We are a cherished old town, full of potential to rise above our past. Let’s gather in the meadows of daisies and extend a peace offering. While we still have dreams tucked away in the cupboard, we can sense that the shutters on our windows are in need of repair, reflecting our desire for renewal.
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Apr 9, 2025
Apr 9, 2025 at 2:46 PM UTC
“Reflecting our Desire for Renewal”
The sky so gray the ground so sleek i remember so vividly as we walked down the street for the first time i seen your eyes shine as you watched over me so protectively don't think i didn't see   we go to the place we were going somewhere i've never been but soon will be going plinty and somewhere you'll return later that day i miss the old days the sky so gray yet we were happy
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Dec 5, 2021
Dec 5, 2021 at 11:04 PM UTC
Gray Sky
It's like sweet song playing And we're kids with that ball . It's like chocolates raining When I say that photo on the wall. Some are faded And few are scintillating. The sky stops hailing When to thought of those part of my life But The time had moved on Dragging me too far People say it stops for none But never say it will make us forget who we are Take a walk in your mind Remember things you got , meet ones you lost And Dust off your past .
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Sep 16, 2020
Sep 16, 2020 at 12:34 PM UTC
Dust Off The Past
The colossol sky was blue enough to absorb our anxieties The immense clouds were white enough to provide us peace The tall grasses were green enough to smile at us The stony path was rough enough to burst us into meaningless laughters! The consoling songs were melodious enough to help us foget everything And...we were euphoric enough to enjoy every moment! I miss the lost old days...
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Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 4:49 AM UTC
Lost old days...
I can’t look at your face. It is a reminder of what almost was. A reminder of the sweet words that flowed from your mouth. A reminder of the times we spent. Your hand casually patting my leg in intervals during light conversation. A reminder of your plans and seemingly eagerness to talk to me. A reminder of what could have been. I’m not sure what happened between now and then. What caused you to drift away, the tide carrying you in. Leaving not even a trace. Do I miss you? Or do I miss how you made me feel? You made me feel light and hopeful. Like I finally found it this time. Like I found the one who would stay. But you didn’t
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Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 3:03 PM UTC
Untitled
Seeing you after a long time. Where have you been when you weren't mine? It's not a crime to ask if I'm fine. When we had the time, you said you couldn't. Now you're saying sorry, but who wouldn't. If you really are, tell me why. Because of the old thought? Or because I missed you a lot. But to this day, we are only p a s s i n g   b y.
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Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 2:13 AM UTC
Passing
I miss the days when I could speak without judgement I miss the days When I could run around, Carefree I miss the days when Everything wasn’t complicated With the things going on in the world And how much it changes, It’s going to start to affect people Terrorism and shootings have become common And no one blinks an eye at it Treaties are being made and destroyed, With all this going on, I just wish the old days were back, They were filled with laughter and joy, Not depression and self-loathing Those days were filled with wonder Not complicated and downright horrible But I know, Those days are behind us And they may never happen again, At least I have the memories of Simplicity and happiness
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Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 10:38 PM UTC
Missing The Days
Who still remembers how he looks like? No, it's his cousin who's always in red, asking everyone to keep calm, and... He still keeps silent in spite of the fact that he's fading away in our mind. (A dangling strand of curly hair a buttoned up, and earrings which never come at a pair.) Either traffic or time washes him away, as no one has ever noticed now his shadow under the sunset is even longer than the toss-and-turn we once had at nights. He’s the only one who will be quiet when listening to others but we just snub/phubs him, and keep passing by.
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Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC
Payphone
#*Still remember the words he wrote, "I see my life vanishing in cigarette smoke." Young, old soul Ranting about the hearts he had broke Can't help but see him when it rains, Standing in the corner of the road -a smiling face **Too many years had passed, Heard he was fighting in a rehab, Such a dear friend –but time moves fast** We laid him down to rest, Six feet under, I know he did his best A friend is a friend, When hearts break, you ought to mend But when they leave, Make sure love's all you send*#
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Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 9:04 AM UTC
The Boy Who Smoked Just a Little Too Much
I would rather close the door For I can not fix ravage bind Ruined along the plight Tight hold no more. Peer at the motion Slowly teemed by caution Loose its cleave And just decided to leave.
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Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 7:30 PM UTC
No More
Seek out the skeletons on every surface Your no fun if you go to bed first Those days were dark & merciless You recited lies to my pretty face I forgave you; Lord knows we both sin My fortune predicts I won't win Cause you're already tasting that drip; And you crave the bitterness You can't cure him with charisma And your love won't liberate him So say your prayers till your voice is strained 100 Hail Marys won't alter this game -Kellie A. Scranton
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May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 4:29 AM UTC
"My Alter"
I knew you were all tied up with him, but I doubted that the rope was sturdy. How sudden the both of you unraveled when I laced you up was music to my ears like attached strings, you know guitars and things? Ha but anyway I'm about to get dressed can yu help me with my tie? Oh you thought I was about to hang around like a noose? I'm not that type of guy... Im into assortment... Hit me on my cordless.
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Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 11:08 AM UTC
Rolling Phone
*Life was once an adventure How beautiful it was to sail the ocean to raise sails and battle waves months at Sea awaiting the destination Life was life when we took trains and slowly made our way across all kinds of terrains, viewing hills illuminated by the Sun's rays when we sat astride beautiful horses and journeying was taking the reins breathing hot and cold air and feeding on the chocolate atmosphere riding all night through moon's glow it was joy taking the stairs even if it was to the sixteenth floor Writing letters with glamorous words to the loved ones so far away and sometimes having to wait years to receive the dusty envelopes bearing the breathtaking responses... Life was something to look forward to until we shunned ships for planes where we shoot through the sky, shunned Trains for these Taxis which just fly, until we invented elevators so people know not the satisfaction of taking the stairs... until we invented smart phones and abandoned the beauty of letters Life was fun but we pushed Horses behind bars in parks and the zoos after all those hoofs can't stand the tarmac and there are no more hills and Sunsets to see because we've congested the skyline with Storeys and scrappers Then we judge the world unfair yet we're the ones who don't care The world was a paradise during those good old days until we became demons of change and twisted a heaven into Hell...*
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Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 2:29 PM UTC
Good Old Days
I sit and reminisce and take a drink for the old days I'm thankful for my boys who've been here since the music played Let the drinks crash down throughout our wild nights We broke laws, Kissed girls and got in fights We got through everything, Death and Plights We help each other forget, and move on Like that cut on your lip, From last weekends trip. I toast to those nights and friends alike. For they never slow down or end.
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Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
Friends
When I'll finally leave this place, And the life will continue to move on with the same pace You'll always be in my memories, You'll always be there to fill that space I know I'll be forgotten by you, But I'll always remember this face A part of my life and a fragment of my dream, Your laughter will echo in my ears; and these memories will chase
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 4:26 PM UTC
You'll be Remembered
A boy he was Long, long ago As he glided into the chromed and teal druggist shop 1950s it was Vintage years Women in pert dresses Men in sharp taupe suits Filled the shop with a smoky manner On that summer Sunday afternoon Fan bladed just a-turnin' Right through time itself He saw this box before Jeweled, valuable big music box Been here not too long Breathing in a flavored breath He saw another it The black round of pure bliss "Blue Suede Shoes" by Elvis Presley The white letterin' said Letter G Number 4 Hands ***** cold metal from warm pockets Slipping them into the maiden's shelter Fingers to buttons, Arm to record Music to shop "Well, it's one for the money, Two for the show, Three to get ready, Now go, cat, go." Floated in mass commodity Away the ears and mind blew in the wind Far from his hometown Far from his school And far from everything he already knew... Daydream ended too soon for his comfort The boy stared at the flashy box And spoke a quiet goodbye Tile guided him out the ringing door Concrete guided him home Where now the older him Lives crooked, but happy With a dear old woman who loves him more than anything else And a jukebox With many records in it But one is still on top "Blue Suede Shoes" by Elvis Presley In chipped, faded lettering
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
Old Jukebox