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winter Nov 2015
my blood ran cold
i cannot be so bold
i don’t know what to do.
i turned red with envy
and green with greed.
why can’t you just read my mind?

the world doesn’t spin that way
my mind doesn’t twist that way
maybe only in the wanderland

our fingers won’t tangle that way
my body won’t work that way
maybe only in the wanderland

i don’t know the sea
i don’t know how to be free
i don’t know how to find my voice.
my heart turned blue
my fingertips are violet and violent,
why won’t you notice.

i want to feel that way
you can’t shield me that way
maybe only in the wanderland

hell froze over
i cannot find cover
i don’t know where to go.
my life turned grey
the sun turned black
why can no one else see?
Adele Nov 2015
she stares on an empty sky,
all birds sailing to the other side.
she gazed at this one tree,
broken twigs and no more leaves.
Her feet's taking her,
maybe to the wilds?
or somewhere she can go away and hide.
The ***** footsteps made her this far
on a blanket of white snow,
the song of northern mockingbird
filled the space
enormous silver birches turned to ice
she wondered how solitude could be this sublime
Micaiah May 2014
Stuck in my daydream
Always want to scream
Sip my magic wand
Evades from Sadland

From my window I stand
Lose control, let my hand
Influence my heart and mind
For I am deaf and blind

Always a sweet escape
From sadness and anger
Light up my stick
Heat surround me

Black and White
Heartbeats and rhythms
Melodies and smiles
Life and Death

Magic wands make me feel at leisure
Take me to Wanderland
And lead me to my band
For you are my guilty pleasure
Through winters I wonder,
boots laced up high,
containing each
step as I follow
your footprints

home
Bekah Halle May 24
Winter falls, casting a white lace undergarment
of frost on the morning ground.
Time of death, dormancy, dependence.
What am I to give up in this season,
Ready for the rebirth that is to come again?
numb to feeling
breathing slowly
dreaming vividly
lost in paradise
high on novacane
lost in wanderland
watching the colors collide
feeling a different kind of high
© rainbows and sunshine 2018

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