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Sometimes, when I get a chance to think
I like to imagine what it would feel like to be free
To close my eyes, and feel the wind in my face
The dirt in my toes
To be able to hear petals falling to the ground
And the birds singing in the trees
The hum of the bees
To be something else
To be the wind
To be the snow
To be the sun
To be able to soar among the birds
Flying away
And never looking back
If the sky is the limit
How far does it go?
How far can it reach?
If my feet are bound to the ground
What will I do
How will I fly?
To hear nothing but the roar of the ocean shores
The whistle of the breeze
To smell
The tang of salt
To feel
The spray of mist
The sand in your toes
To spin, and keep spinning
Till the world comes together
To form a blur
As you spin,
As you twirl,
As it all comes together
It will all make sense
And crash down on you with the force of a wave
And the strength of a storm
And the weight of the snow
Will you be swept off your feet?
Or be swept away?
I like to imagine what it would feel like to be free
To close my eyes, and feel the wind in my face
The dirt in my toes
To be able to hear petals falling to the ground
And the birds singing in the trees
The hum of the bees
To be something else
To be the wind
To be the snow
To be the sun
To be able to soar among the birds
Flying away
And never looking back
If the sky is the limit
How far does it go?
How far can it reach?
If my feet are bound to the ground
What will I do
How will I fly?
To hear nothing but the roar of the ocean shores
The whistle of the breeze
To smell
The tang of salt
To feel
The spray of mist
The sand in your toes
To spin, and keep spinning
Till the world comes together
To form a blur
As you spin,
As you twirl,
As it all comes together
It will all make sense
And crash down on you with the force of a wave
And the strength of a storm
And the weight of the snow
Will you be swept off your feet?
Or be swept away?
Literature
Make a Change
We are not an object that
you can label by a color.
We have hopes and dreams
And plans for the future.
We are not someone who
You can use to make
Yourself feel better.
N****, whore, negro,
Slut, baby daddy
Isn’t a title you have
The right to bestow
On us or on any
Person of color.
Why can’t we live in
A world where we don’t
Have to be worried about
Our brothers being shot
And our sisters looking for
Their children’s fathers.
We are all human beings.
We all love and love others,
So why can’t we accept
Our differences and come
Together as one people
Who are all on this planet
We call Earth.
Let’s st
Literature
The Letter
Of me it always gets the better
A reminder of what you once were
It will stick to me no what what will occur
A piece of parper with so much meaning
A memory of the smile beaming
The memories tend to flow
It will always be a comfort to know
The degree of happiness that came
Of how you took my heart to claim
You may be distant from my heart
But the paper gives my day a start
The words you wrote are slowly fading
My mind is always one you're raiding
The moonlilght still shines below
Gleaming memories from a freshly fallen snow
The summer nights still remind me of the night
When your smile pierced through with an angel's light
No matter how
Literature
Something Behind Every Thing Pt. 2
I have a thought that leads to a feeling,
an emotion locked inside an empty soul.
I lie when I answer with I don't care,
and hold back a wall of tears
beneath my blank stare.
My torn heart has shattered
because of the silence that consumes me,
leaving me to feel lonely.
Behind closed eyes,
I am unreadable,
with no way of letting others know,
the reason why I say I'm fine,
The reason why I put up a wall of happiness,
when I feel so much pain.
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I didn't know whether to put this in emotional or nature, then I settled on emotional...gah I'm so bad at picking categories.
This was my first poem. Ever, that I had done without being homework (and all my homework poems were limericks from grade 5)
Not too bad for a first poem I think.
Critique welcome.
And, of course
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EDIT 3: Removed preview because it looked terrible DX [link]
I didn't know whether to put this in emotional or nature, then I settled on emotional...gah I'm so bad at picking categories.
This was my first poem. Ever, that I had done without being homework (and all my homework poems were limericks from grade 5)
Not too bad for a first poem I think.
Critique welcome.
And, of course
EDIT: EVERYONE THAT SEES THIS MUST CLICK THIS OR I WILL EAT YOUR LIVERS: [link]
EDIT 2: 3/21/12 Preview image added! I AM SO SORRY FOR THE FAIL THAT IS THE BIRD'S TAIL. SO. SO SORRY.
Anyway, the stock can be found here: (bird: [link] *Colourize-Stock blossoms: [link] by ~guavon-stock)
EDIT 3: Removed preview because it looked terrible DX [link]
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