I wish I could do better by you
'Cause that's what you deserve

You sacrifice so much of your life
In order for this to work

While I'm off chasing my own dreams
Sailing around the world
Please, know that I'm yours to keep
My beautiful girl

When you cry a piece of my heart dies
Knowing that I may have been the cause

If you were to leave, fulfill someone else's dreams
I think I might totally be lost

You don't ask for no diamond rings
No delicate string of pearls

That's why I wrote this song to sing
My beautiful girl

Oh, oh, oh, oh

My heart beats so forcefully
When I write of the poem I wrote
And when the caterpillar takes bites
Out of the juicy leaf.

Do you love me?
And, can God be a sort-of-real thing only when we want?
Or, can bubbles last forever?
Neverpopping --- the way I wish friendship could be.

My memories of you disappear.
Washed down the drain.
The table in front of us melts.
Leaving sadness and sorrow to be best friends.






#COW2017
Form: three four-line stanzas. The first stanza begins with "If," the second with "Then," and the third with "Therefore." (I have taken out the if, then, therefore.) A prompt given by Karin Gottshall at COW2017.

Scarlett weighs in on Trump?
Scarlett got attacked by cat?
Scarlett has two jobs?

 

like the title says! more music. 
 

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i think a lot about fear
and about death, 
and i've come to the conclusion
that i'm not afraid of death. 
after all, death is nothing. 
and there's no point being afraid of nothing, 
since you can't exactly do anything about it, 
can you? 
no, 
as much as i dislike the idea
of sliding away into oblivion 
and never thinking again, 
that's not the bit that frightens me. 
what frightens me, 
what really frightens me, 
is growing old. 
not arthritis and needing hip replacements, 
although that's sure to be unpleasant, 
and not even just slowly losing my mind. 
no, 

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When I was maybe eight or so
​I had a recurring dream
​That I could push off from the ground,
Break through the restraining layer of gravity
​To swim a few feet above the grass.

The dreams were so concrete
​That when I was pulled from their comfort,
​I would secretly try to jump into flight;
​Soar beyond the smothering fabric.
​Part of me still wants to.

I think this was my imaginitive mind
Trying to leave behind my fear.
​
When I was little I was extremely shy:
​Hiding-in-a-basket,
Jumping-into-a-grocery-basket-to-aviod-people,
​Terrified-to-order-my-own-food shy.

​I was also (like many people) terrified of the unknown.
​I was petrified of meeting new people,
​Especially if they looked different to those I was used to.
I once hid from someone just because they had long hair
(I feel really bad about that now).
​
​And if you couldn't tell already

the trees in the orchard are more ripe with children
than they are with apples.
fragile branches expose themselves
to be limbs of limber youth,
elbows protruding like gnarls on a tree,
knees scarred like dimpled bark. 
if you aren't too careful
you'll end up snagging a ruby red sneaker
instead of a crisp macintosh. 
you may want to pick apples
but the children want to stand on the bow of a well-crafted ship
and focus their telescope on the boundless horizon,
calling out to sister ships
and firing canons at enemy hulls. 
with every new autumn they are one year older
and soon the ship will begin to deteriorate--
planks rotting, sails fraying--
until the hull appears suspciously like a leafy canopy
and the mast bears an uncanny resemblance to a tree trunk. 
several seasons pass
until the pirates' planks become branches that cannot hold their weight