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there are beautiful things to see on cold wet nights
                     you just have to open your eyes
           and consider it

                it was a cloudy night
hence the rain storm
       but it had stopped for a moment
and the clouds shifted to show the gentle spread
   of stars beneath the wispy clouds
                        to let the moon shine
                i noticed the leaves on the trees that night
after the heavy rain
        they glistened and sparkled in the pale
                light of the moon
twinkling as the wind lightly ruffled them

                             ...
i found myself
                            reading over my poems
   recently
               (i got bored with no inspiration)
            and i noticed something
they've changed
             i don't know if its for the better
or for the worse
                  because
                                     they've become
more jumbled
    and
                scattered
                                    than ever
and my poems
            are my thoughts
                     and emotions
but
     i suppose that makes sense
  
considering
              i feel lost
                      confused
           lonely

so i guess
       thats why my poems
have changed

            because
                        my thoughts
                       and emotions
have changed
i want change
              i look out my window
                                  same old rusty fence
            wire interlocked
it was probably cool
                                          once upon a time
   daffodils have flowered
                                    but they are half dying
                           the bright yellow petals have began to wilt
   the lawn is mowed
                  or was, its grown a little since
      but weeds have defiantly began
                                        their sneaky rebellion
our cat settles itself
             onto a rock, to warm itself
                                       as it grooms and cleans

          i have a single window in my room
                           that is the view
            its not much

                             is it a crime to want change?
"if people were flowers i'd pick you"                                                             ­                                       
                         ­                  no, i wouldn't pick you
because if you were a flower            
you would be too fragile and beautiful
                              for me to pluck you from the ground
take you out of the soil that you're living in              
                                                ­because flowers, after a couple of days
                                                   wilt and slowly die
                                                             ­             while their colours fade

                            instead i would grasp the hardy weeds around you
making it a safer place for you to grow          
give water to you every day                                                        
send love to you every day                                                        

    ­                                       then if i was feeling really selfish
i would dig you up                
roots, dirt and all      
not leaving any of you behind              
and place you gently in a ***
before placing you on my window sill

letting you grow                                                             ­                                       
giving you water                                                            ­                                          
and loving you                                                              ­                                          
no, i wouldn't pick you

...
The ashes
Drift from miles away
The smoke
Licks up every corner
The dust
Hides the landscape today

A
Blurry
Fuzzy
Hazy
Day
Keeps all outdoor fun at bay

Coughing
Wheezing
Sneezing
Choking
People all around.

                                              up
The number goes right
But the low light brings sight
                                                              do­wn
Turning the streets into a maze
Caught in such a heavy haze.
Place your ****** hands upon thy chest.
Let them melt thru and come to rest,
Inside, the battle ongoing, under thy breast.
Watch, eyes open, knowing, fearful.
Swiftly, with no hesitation, from within,
Rip open your body, exhaling the best,
And the worst of what you got.

The cool air rushes in,
Stirring the inside stew of:
Infected grime, shameful desires,
Secrets that should not have been exposed,
The ***** stuff that you alone know exists.

Contact with the atmosphere makes
Self-pity dies, blue blood turn red,
The TNT tightness explodes,
Ashamed, you have only one escape hatch.

Now, you are ready to write.
Muse's hands choke my neck.
Fluids released from organs!
5-7-5 obeyed


In the files, hanging about.
how it possible that                                                             ­                                   
something so utterly wonderful:                                                       ­  you                    
can make everything dull,                                                            ­               are                  
you trying to ruin my, not                                                              ­perfect
          hopeless little existence of a life                                                             and        
      now all normal everyday things aren't the same                                                       i                  
never would have guessed that this feeling:                                                     love
     would come at such a horrible dark time, thank                                                you
took forever to get this to work, might not have the best english and grammar skills but idc, was made to be two poems in the one poem.
 Jun 2013 Zaira Diana
Marian
All the world is spinning fast,
She finally hit the ground at last,
Smiling cats and caterpillars of blue;
This world to her was strange and new.

*~Marian~
I LOVE Alice In Wonderland and was inspired to write this!!! :) I hope it sounds okay!! ~~<3
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