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Tiffany Marie Apr 2015
We have always thought of nature as something of wild life,blooming flowers anf sunnny days.But nature is maturing bringing rainy days when we are sad and lightening and thunder when we're mad sunny days when we're happy but nature is maturing in a so different way life us being brought into it familes explore it.Can you explore A maturing nature?
I think my thoughts type them in and press save poem
  Apr 2015 Tiffany Marie
Kitts
I...
    
                    Can't...
                                      
Sleep...

                      For...

The...    
                                        
               Fear...

                                  
Invades...

                         My...
                                                            
                                                                          
Dreams...

                                   Making...


Me...

                      Cry...
i am lost and that is no wonder in the world.
we have our monsters
and the picture of our beautiful, is the sting . not the beast,
i need to sleep awhile... because the night is the night
and God weary.
i have no hands to grasp this completely
but i have you
to make terrible, my every concoction
of how it truly Is.

but here it comes.

i do not linger where you want.
i ***** and trump in the loam
of our distinguished withering
and amass a lump of false joy
for our trouble.

could you love me in my narrow caul ?

would you allow for the winters of our rubies
and still be sweet ?

can we sever
the ties that blind
and regard the sun
a friend ?
when so much
is the devil's orphan
and so little
the day's
moon ?

can we wait ?

Or are you such as I -
and can no longer be
Yes
when the short answer
is a Novel ?

that hasn't slept....
  Apr 2015 Tiffany Marie
Jonny Angel
It's like soft feathers,
a plush feeling
wherever my feet
greet the floor,
light blue
& outdated.
  Apr 2015 Tiffany Marie
Arpan Rathod
There is nothing a star cannot like about the sky..
Just a thought..
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