Will the sun always shine...
Even on a rainy day...
Will there always be sunlight...
So the kids come out to play...
Will the birds always sing...
So their music fills the air...
Will you always love me...
Will you always care...
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The biggest fallacy of childhood:
"Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me."
How did it start?
Perhaps in a vain attempt
To build resilience.
Yet all of us have been wounded
By a careless remark,
Some needless invective,
An incisive insult
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My poem.....
You think you kill me with your hateness. You hate murderously; in blood, in humanity.
Your poison has no place in our society.
The venom that seeps from your mouth have always been heard but will not pierce through and kill me.
Is it faith or fear? Is it your submission to a deity or one to your community?
Are you listening to the valid speech of god or the invalid words of your closest enemies......those opportunists, tearing your daughters. Those women with compassion, resilience, love and ambition.
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Cross my heart, hope to die,
Stick a needle in my eye.
A swarm of paper lanterns is suspended by evening warm air.
As a summer blizzard, they shine brighter than gold.
We promised one day, we'd shine brighter.
On her mossy bed, lithe clusters of lavender brush her satin skirt.
Like her, their violet crowns are dusted in pollen and starlight.
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I can already tell what I'm going to be to you
I'm about to be your manic pixie dream
You've been feeling low and hurt
That childlike wonder you used to have
has been dulled by the humdrum of life
Love hasn't been the fairy tale you thought it would be
But here I am
Entering your life for not who I am
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My poem.....
You think you kill me with your hateness. You hate murderously; in blood, in humanity.
Your poison has no place in our society.
The venom that seeps from your mouth have always been heard but will not pierce through and kill me.
Is it faith or fear? Is it your submission to a deity or one to your community?
Are you listening to the valid speech of god or the invalid words of your closest enemies......those opportunists, tearing your daughters. Those women with compassion, resilience, love and ambition.
......
As the waves crawl gently
Towards my world...
Reflections of my life
Bounce across the ocean...
A shadow in the sand
Outlines the love
I feel towards
This special someone...
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Shadows in the park...
Must be a sunny day...
Always wearing black...
Never having much to say...
Shadows never laugh...
They never, ever cry...
Sometimes they disappear...
If the suns not shining in the sky...
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She climbed out of bed...
And then she said...
“I’m leaving you because there’s
No nothing more between us...”
She said our love was dead...
She packed up...
Then she cracked up...
“How could you think I’d stay
When you don’t even like me?”
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As the sun shines through the leaves...
Peering through in the shape of a heart...
Our park benches sit so empty...
As insecure love drifts apart...
Your hand no longer clutching mine...
On the walks which we no longer go...
The emptiness runs oh so deep...
Like a well with no bottom below...
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