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Bound With Possibilities
I look up at a night sky bound with possibilities,
Maybe life, maybe plants.
Perhaps a sea, filled with grass and flowers,
Or a mountain range, made entirely from water.
Could it be a planet just like our own, -
Stories and plots unraveling
Fresh open pages,
A musty old smell,
Etched onto paper, lie stories unravelling,
Adventures untangling,
A break from reality,
A mirror to your life.
Opportunities opening up,
New perspectives being handed to you, -
A Glimmer Of Color In A Black And White World
My world is in black and white. Literally. My skin is gray, and my hair is black. Everyone around me has gray skin too. The same gray eyes. The only thing in my world that isn't black ane white are th -
Painting My Island
My oar dips into the water, and pulls it aside. Dip. Pull. -
Dream Library
I haul open a large glass door, and step inside to shield myself from the freezing weather, soon to realize that I am in a library. It's warm here. I want to stay so I might as well look around and see if I can find a good boo -
Happiness Shining
Happiness is joy,
the excitement of waking up on your birthday,
the warmth of the sun on your face,
happiness is like flowers blooming,
like when wild flowers and grass peak out from inbetween the cracks in a sidewalk,
Loves
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Body
Body
My body
the one I don't really like anymore
maybe I use to like her
when I was younger and no one really cared
if you had stomach fat or things that jiggled or a flat nose
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before your work goes on
(i mean)
the work goes on
(in shouted songs & permanent marker protest signs
in places i'm not sure if i can still call home)
the cause endures
(in all the children born to these times and
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