Higher and Higher

the stars have folded themselves
they are nothing but a faint twinkle
in the darkness...

the buds have not bloomed
like they are waiting, waiting...
for the world to get brighter...

the schools swings creak
wishing, hoping,
for someone to come and play...

the old tree creaks
tired from the storm
and anxious for the suns return...

a ballon flies higher
up, up, up, above the clouds
and it sees the sun...

a bird twiddles a tune
and keeps on flying higher,
and higher...



 
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EverlastingWaves

VT

15 years old

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    Thoughts after the fair

    I’ve never enjoyed the feeling of being sick to your stomach on a fair ride. Maybe I just don’t have the iron-willed intestines that all of my friends seem to have, because I get sick from going on the teacups at a normal speed.

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    october, my love

    october,
    my love,
    it is good to see you once again.

    although it appears i have missed
    your grand entrance,
    while i left the room.

    i walked along the street to visit you,
    and looked up,

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  • By EverlastingWaves

    scratches

    skin pulled taut and tight
    burning like the light
    that seeps through cracks
    underneath the door

    from stray branches and walking
    throughout the woods, balking
    at the idea
    of no path

    water rests on skin

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