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One Bizarre Easter
This year there was no family feast.
The kitchen was deserted,
There was no cleaning in the least
The house was not converted.
We did not grab the extra chairs
Or find the doily thingies,
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I Can't Believe You Noticed
I like to spill my thoughts on paper
And let it bleed.
Drip.
Splash.
I like to curve my letters weird
And swing them
Down.
Up.
I like to show you whats in my head,
But the only way I know how to do that is by -
Caspers Take- Blog on Climate Change 2050
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What up its ya boi Casper, welcome to Caspers Take and I'm back with another video blog documenting mother earth in 2050! -
OK
I’ve embraced the music that is blasting through my phone
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Ribbons of Shadows
There I go again.
Playing with ribbons instead tying bows.
Braiding the fibers instead of
knitting them into something worthwhile.
Splattering paint when it should all be put away.
But I love the colors too much to leave them. -
Moon Dust
I feel the dead of night
it sits like a heavy blanket on my chest.
the stars say hello
as I whisper into the night.
Sometimes the moon joins the lonely
endevors I go on.
I often feel the tickle from a stars breath
Loves
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The boy in the shadows
Day and night he awaits his moment,
never applauded, never appreciated,
never in the spotlight.
He longs for a time
when he is recognized for his mind,
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Fall’s Reminder
The stars begin to realign,
Opening new doors,
As summer starts to resign.
With whispers of love anew,
Fall changes what we once knew.
Bringing us a new gentleness.
One made out of love,
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An exotic, old feeling
Love is a new, familiar taste that’s different every time.
Once you fall back in,
You feel everything all over again.
It’s an exotic sensation.
Who said falling in love was a graceful experience?
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Time Stands Still
In my heart, I'll turn back the time.
I'll see you again, but not in my dreams
I'll relive each moment when I wished for more
But will something change this time? -
Sorry
Sorry stopped meaning something the last ten times you said it
“I’m Sorry”
You said, yet the meaning wasn’t there
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The Missing Piece
Your absence leaves a constant hole in the world.
That hole is the space that I go to when I miss you.
But you're not there anymore.