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Don’t allow those
tears to spill,
Leave water falling
for the Niagara, darling.
And besides, cheeks
of roses
Needn’t be flood..
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A tiny, brass bell,In the mid of night,Gave off the loudest of alarms.Those it awoke from theirBlissful sleepComplained of its noise.A tiny, brass bel..
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Lips the color of satin
roses,
Or dare I say
blood red,
Danced along the edge of a teacup
She held so neatly in
her hands.
It was e..
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Waves of the ocean,You are born from.Of this, I cannot be unconvinced.Your skin tastes of salt;With blue eyes, deep as the Mariana Trench;Starfish and..
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Her secrets so dark,she hardly dared towhisperthem into the night.
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Sometimes, I visit a
world inside my head.
Fireworks, I had
thought at first,
But then I realized
The memories that
haunt me most,
Flas..
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A poem I wrote for the Tovli's Ten - Word Acrostic Contest for Helena's Blue Rose Cafe.
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A poem I wrote for the 'An Ode to Your Body' contest.
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I close my
eyes, and I see you.
You’re in
every little memory -
My birthday,
the year that I turned nine;
The last time
that I saw ..
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Just like the
sunshine,
You chased away the
rain.
Your smile, like
magic, rid the pain.
My nightlight,
You lit my life, you
shined so..
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