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 Oct 2013 The New Kestrel
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Come, now, follow me
Through the dark forest
Dying trees
Please, dear, follow me
I take way now, your life from thee
Sapping heart and melting soul
Don't worry dear, no heads will roll
Shadow forest
On and on
Oh tell me where
Your light has gone?
Tear from your body
Shadows dark
Creaking bones,
Achy heart.
Give to me your sadness sweet
Light fades no longer
Torn up feet.
Escape, you say,
Is coming now
Follow me dear
I'll show you how
To leave this forest
Dark and frightful
Just take that path
For you, tis rightful
Walk along the path of light
As morning comes
Forsaking night
Light unto you, I hope will come
Brings happiness,
Candy and gum
I want a joy
To fill you so
Child with new toy
That face I know
That light now fills you
Love and existence
No darkness kills you
I see a clearing in the distance.
Might use this for a school project
Thoughts changes with reasons,
As do nature with seasons.

Summer heats with warming thoughts of hope.
Leading to Springs of fruitful ideas.

Only to have goals set to Fall as reality changes with the leaves.
Then dreams slowly withers away with the Winter's breeze.

Adding wisdoms to each passing year.
Making failure nothing to fear.

For failure teaches success,
So it doesn't matter how things end or begins...
Every cycle has its ups and downs, it's important so that we can appreciate the good. If everything in life is good we would have never known what's good.
 Oct 2013 The New Kestrel
marina
i woke up to find your name
tattooed on my bones, and darling,
i don't mind at all
whenever i don't know what to title my poems, they end up as 'this is not a love story' or 'this is a love story' because honestly that's pretty much how i can describe every other part of my life
I wish to be a lullaby
A soft sweet tune
To lift the dread
And lull you to bed
I wish to be the singer
To sing for you
And hold your hand
As you sort out the day
I wish to be something you learn to love
 Oct 2013 The New Kestrel
Morgan
i wanna swim into
the deepest of your thoughts,
i wanna know what you're like
when you're scared and tired
in the middle of the night
i wanna recognize your sadness,
even when it's silent
i wanna taste your laughter
as you breathe it into my lips
i wanna hear you smiling
through your voice
in total darkness
at three in the morning
i wanna smell your neck
after tears have ran down it
i wanna find your sweatshirt
in my laundry
in the wake of a stressful afternoon,
and stop to feel the butterflies
that come with the mere thought
of you
being a part
of me
i wanna feel
your heart beating
in my chest
 Oct 2013 The New Kestrel
R
there once was a girl
who was an artist, but
here's the twist
a razor was her paintbrush
and the canvas was her
wrist.

"Ugly" "Fat" "Worthless"
they were written
word for word
nobody thought otherwise
after-all, that girl is so
happy, that'd be
absurd.

one night it was raining
and the thoughts became
to much
she reached for her
blades and blood
poured out with just
one touch.

the next morning her
parents found her,
it was an "accident"
they would say.
because after-all,
whould'a thought that
their happy daughter
wasn't okay?

She fought endlessly for
her life, but it
was all to much to
handle
little did she know that
she'd be one of many in
this suicide
scandal.
first stanza is from tumblr and i decided to add a twist, i have no idea who the original owner of the first stanza is but i hope its okay that i tweaked it a bit to use it. thank you and have a nice time reading, please comment!! thanks!
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