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Reaching For The Sky
I stare at the sky,
Holding the hand of my dad,
Watching our rocket fly up, up up,
Into the open blueness.
It soars, free as a bird,
Powerful as a jet.
It reaches for the stars,
Transforming into a tiny black speck, -
Life Upon Lines
A pencil traces across a sheet of paper,
Creating lines, and curves,
Zigzags, and swirls.
Soon the lines will connect,
Forming images,
Sketches, and words.
Within these lines,
People,
Creatures, poetry, -
The Wind Blows
The wind blows,
Swaying the trees,
Making them speak,
And rustle.
The green leaves twirl,
And dance, along the branches,
Which seem to hum,
As the air rushes by.
They swing, and sway,
As if they are thinking, -
Golden optimism
The golden sun rises above the mountains,
Creating glimmers across the water
That look like smaller, brighter suns.
They dance and sparkle
Against the lake.
They jump and leap,
Creating a spectacle,
Beyond reality. -
Golden Sunshine
Warmth tingles my cheeks,
Like hot, golden sand is brushing across them,
Or as if tiny needles gently poke my skin.
The gentle heat relaxes me,
Like hot cocoa on a cold day.
It feels as if I’m being smothered by light, -
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,
Loves
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The girl who never falls
It's hard
to put yourself out there,
bear, exposed;
it's scary to take off your coat,
remove the mat,
and hang on limb over the edge of a cliff,
Will I fall?
Will the branch break?
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To Give
I will be someday,
gone,
that is.
When I am,
I hope the pine needles still grow thick
covered thick
with snow.
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Four-Letter Words
I've never been a fan of Four-Letter Words,
never seen the need for profanity,
and thought swears showed a lack of self control,
Now, I haven't changed my mind
but four-letter words are more than curses,
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cheap blue headphones
Headphones on, life off.
Turn up the sound
to drown out
the deluge of my worries,
let the rhythm burn
my ears, ignore
the sting, because my
cheap blue headphones
bring me
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