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her bones ache as she moves. her mind won't follow the rules. she looks so worn, i've got a lot to learn. she knows this life so well. many secrets she could tell. however, she keeps her lips sealed, for she knows it will soon be revealed.
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Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 3:37 PM UTC
old soul
When I am old I will say what I think And not worry to be thought a clown or a fool. When I am old I will borrow from youth As guiltlessly as a child robs the cookie jar. When I am old I will throw away fashion And dress myself solely in comfort as I please. When I am old I will share anger I feel Instead of letting it take bites out of my soul. When I am old I will walk away quickly From those who’s motives I find to be suspect. When I am old I will sleep in my chair And have picnics on my bed if I so choose. When I am old I will go to the places That in youth I deemed not appropriate. When I am old I will will buy stuff that sparkles Simply because I like shiny things. When I am old I will sing when I feel it And not fret that my voice isn’t pretty. When I am old I will pet everyone’s puppies And laugh as they lick all over my face. When I am old I will stop tearing up like a fool When parade marching bands with their banners go by. When I am old I will be sprung from this prison Referred to as rational adult behavior. When I am old. Yes, when I am old. ljm
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Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 11:17 AM UTC
WHEN I AM OLD
It seeped through my bones, Made me a sputtering heart, Lo this numbness, See it in my eyes, Touch me now! Feel it inside, This burning, white-hot cold. I know you mean to tell me different, That I may be over-reacting, Over-imag'ning. Thou skin has gone deaf to my calls, Dead. But tell me, Lest thou eyes deceive you, Do you not see mine own pallid skin? See this now! Dare not to tell me different, Never mind, hold your tongue! Thou face has already given away thou intentions. Fix me dear therapevtees, Take away this old lady's ailments, Do not ail me. Give me the Nepenthe, Help me chase away my sorrows. ***** could be good, Do you think? I'll take anything you have, Black Henbane, even Psilocybin. Mend me please, Stop this cold, Make my days less dreadful. It won't be long now. Let this old lady go to death grinning, However stupid it may seem. I shall laugh in the face of death, This old, sagging face shall laugh, Just me and death, Very old friends. -Firefly
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Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC
Old Lady.