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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
And I’m ok with darkness though do not leave me alone. -
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.
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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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November Fifth
No one can predict
Our country's future
Various people watching and waiting
Eager and scared for the outcome
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Preserved Moments
Listen to the soft pattern
of rain drops falling onto the window pane
creating streams of water
that all end in a small puddle beneath the sill.
Feel the softness of a blanket
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I wish I could
I wish I could,
You know
Just let things go
But my head
Keeps going
going
going
going
gone.
Never to be the same again
Thoughts during the day turn to daydreams
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What Writing Is To Me
When I write I don't really know what I'm doing or what I'm writing about. I get stuck, I want to write but don't know what to do or I try to write then totally go off topic.
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if it hadn't have been for you
I wait in the dark,
with the clouds poking through the atmosphere.
I look to the stars
begging for their help.
They shoot dust in my eyes;
which brings the tears
I watch the moon as it's turning
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Why did I go?
Rain falls from the sky,
Yet my feet are cemented on the ground.
And the water beads on my face,
Turning my hair wet when I wish it were dry.
But somehow I don't care.