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Gardening My Story
I stare at the words in front of me,
The blank space below them,
The keys beneath my fingertips,
The possibilities I could bring to life.
Story lines bud in my mind,
But I hold back from letting them blossom,
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A Glimmering Pool of Inspiration
A bubble of light rests atop the water,
Glimmering and glinting across the lake.
It’s a pocket of sunshine,
A pillow of glowing hope,
A pool of life.
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The Orchestra of Fall
Autumn leaves flutter around my head,
The color popping in the chilly,
Swirling air.
The veins stretch out,
Delicate within the leaves.
They connect,
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A Pathway of Hope
Bits of sunshine peep through tree branches,
The rays cascading over the glimmering water.
The reflected light forms a pathway,
A trail towards the sun.
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Complex Ridiculousness
Thoughts and ideas twirl,
Merging storylines,
Squashing facts,
Manipulating personalities,
Melding stories together.
Little pockets of reality spin
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Galleries of Mantras
Everyone has their own religion,
Something they can look upon.
It could be a motto,
A quote or a book.
There are widely known religions,
With belief filled books.
Loves
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Box of Crayons
The words all squirm together
as I write this short poem
They do not appear as colors on a page
but a black blob
They do not represent me
just words
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Happiness
I have come to realize that the most tender thing is not pain, but happiness.
So random, so elusive, an intangible wisp in the void.
I can't control how long it stays, before it
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