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The Rain Dance
When I was younger I never understood the dance. -
Ink Dipped Toes
Ink dipped toes now take the stage
Waiting for the music played
taking front and center stage.
My thoughts then start to swirl away.
And off she goes! My ballerina.
Inked dipped toes in white arena. -
Spell check is Necessary
*writing an email*
"YES, PLEASE CHECK YOUR WORK, ITS -----"
There's an N and an E, I know that for sure
But does C come before or after this? Or -
Untouched and Deserted
Like an old creaky door
I subconsciously protest
Like fading carpet
I'm silently frayed.
Like a crumbling wall
I am unpredictable
Like a tower of cards
I'll collapse right away. -
These robbers walk into a Store...
Rising: Two robbers enter a bagle shop. They roll in, and spend a few moments execcuting random ninja moves. Once they are sure no one is there, they becon off stag were a third robber enters, this one stumbles in and trips over a chair.
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How Dare you
How DARE it be the date it is
so close to school returning.
Tomorrow was a tiny thought
and now it’s hot and burning.
Dancing leaping red and gold
scorching hands and hurting souls
Loves
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Bug
Contrary to popular belief, I’m not a bug, at least, not a common pest like moths or ladybugs, or god forbid spiders. I’m graceful, or as graceful as your children’s book describes me, and I have class.
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Haunting Hands
As the Cold feeling Spreads
Sends Shivers down the Spine
The Fear and Worry Pushes Through
But in this Frigid touch
Is the sense of Remebrance
The Sense of Love
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Dancing Leaves
Its Hard to Resist
When Seeing a Pile of Leaves
It Becomes irresistible
Jump into the Heep
Leaves are swirling
The Pile is no more
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As the Crow Lands
As the Crow Lands on the Grave-
Black secrets stir in every face;
A fountain in the moonbeam riven—
Spend her gone like an adversity.
The Graves began to Multiply
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Writers Block
Normally words flow right out
Normally thoughts come running
Writing it down
Before they can run away
Sitting now
Looking around
Nothing running
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Persephone
Persephone was tired. Tired of being nothing more than the daughter of a nearly forgotten goddess, of being a sweet innocent nymph, a girl content to frolic in fields under the sun.