Posts
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Ray of Sunshine x3
I’m a cosmic explosion
Red carpet at my feet
I glide along a crystal lake
Listen as a speak,
Because my knowledge is impeccable
My spirit is electric,
My confidence is soaring high
Some say that its eclectic. -
My midnight rant
I know that I’m lucky,
I know that I’m blessed
For the billions of things that I have, and yet,
I’m going to do it –
I’m sorry I must –
Life is annoying, I’m making a fuss.
In these strange times -
Papillon
I’d like to be a butterfly
And drunkenly flap around
Intoxicated on nectar and pollen.
Flitting from one flower to another
Resting to show off my wings.
Dancing atop a flower petal.
Do you like them?
My wings I mean. -
Vibranium Queen
Inspired by Maya Angelou's Poem 'Still I Rise'
I've been stomped on
Trod on, beat down, turned 'round
And my hands can barely take more cracks
As my blue veins have turned orange
But no matter.
I'll rise. -
Our Promise
I love you too much to argue with you
I like you too much to be mad
I accept you too much to quarrel with you,
I'm here in the good and the bad.
Each piece of my heart is a gift for your soul
Each smile a gratitude sign. -
The Cosmic Machine
crystal wires cant be cut
by pliers, only crystal dust
concocted from the moon itself
transported by cosmic shelves.
Diamons fences can't be broke
by lazers, only emreld bows
And pulled by magma strings and silk
Loves
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Seasonal Opportunity
Opportunity is but a moment in our lives,
that leads to both good and evil.
It can lead to justice in court,
or prejudice on the streets.
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"We can"
Every day is new.
With every possibility,
Every day can change.
So why shouldn’t we change?
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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