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Tori G Apr 2013
As I lay here in my bed,
Clothed in nothing more in an oversized sweater,
I wonder about how things
Could've been
Should've been
And would be.

Oh how I wish for nothing more than
An actual night's rest;
Waking with energy and with bagless under eyes
Just to skip down the stairs singing with the birds
Only to fall down a few steps, but
Laughing all the while.

These are the thoughts that resignate
While I prepare myself for my sleepless slumber.
Levi Kips May 2015
No matter what happens this person is always my biggest supporter, most important, and the best female there is .i'll tell you who it is but you have to take a guess after every sentence starting now.My life would mean nothing without this independent woman. On a daily basis you'll see a sign of struggle that would reside but in a instant she'll cover it up with her over confident stride. The only time she wanted help is when she was looking for directions, Jamie Foxx was right she got her own. Hate fumes would never resignate to the people who most deserve it but she do **** them with kindness. Everyday I chill in my blessed home props need to go to her for all of her hard work. Rest days were always her blessed days because thats when she finally chill out and smile. Mother i shouldn't need a day to explain why you and you're kind are great in so many ways. Mother, Happy Mother's Day.
my poem for my mom on mother's day
Peppy Miller Jan 2014
And on that cold day I saw a rainbow lit by artificial light
inside a ******* box that was more of an octagon then a rectangle
a little cherubim in suspenders drooled all over the color
his spit turned to cement and the colors were stuck in an overlapping pile
I couldn't figure out what it meant as I pressed my head against the cold car window
the only thing I knew was that I was not feeling anything at all
words escaped my trap door
but they would only resignate when someone would react to them
I found the answer  on the return ride home
after a night of sloppily shuffling through a room
where faces melted because of how hard they work
it was a waning crescent smiling back at me in it's mysterious way
I was once again in a ******* box
one with four sides this time
"I would tell you the answer, but I don't know anything"
that's just it then
there is no answer inside these ******* box frames
but there are colors
boy, are there colors

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