Every body wants their life to be
Sunny skies and rainbows.
but they fail to realize where the
sun always shines there is no water below.
And they need a little rain to get the rainbow.
So as you travel on the road of life remember this.
There will be times that it's rough and
times that it's smooth, and sometimes you win.
Sometimes you lose.
Everybody wants their life to be a bed of roses
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Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I would perish
in the embrace of his stronger existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
which we are barely able to endure and are awed
because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Each single angel is terrifying.
And so I force myself, swallow and hold back
the surging call of my dark sobbing.
......
At the end of my suffering
there was a door.
Hear me out: that which you call death
I remember.
Overhead, noises, branches of the pine shifting.
Then nothing. The weak sun
flickered over the dry surface.
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A millionbillionwillion miles from home
Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?)
Why are they all so big, other children?
So noisy? So much at home they
Must have been born in uniform
Lived all their lives in playgrounds
Spent the years inventing games
That don't let me in. Games
That are rough, that swallow you up.
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I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
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We walked together, side by side,
through years that flickered, then passed us by.
Laughter lingered, voices bright,
until silence claimed the stars at night.
Now echoes press against the air,
soft reminders that you were there.
Time untangles, then lets you go,
yet in my heart, you still echo.
i wanted to write about you
lovely cherry
you didn't ask to be born too
but you are glad you do
i wanted to write about you
cuz you are not like anyone i knew
you didn't say anything you want to be
you just ARE everything you want to be
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The Effects of Memory
by Michael R. Burch
A black ringlet curls to lie
at the nape of her neck,
glistening with sweat
in the evaporate moonlight ...
This is what I remember
now that I cannot forget.
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blooms mass in a vase
a vivid get together
days in sun recalled
wild hours of weather
when they were younger so green
remembering scenes
sunset blooms laughing
comparing lovely costumes
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Remember the day I met you?
Remember the day hugged you?
Remember the day you said , I love you.
Can you think of a time before you met me ?
Can you ask your heart why he hates me
Do I have to kill my faith?
In order to save me
Is love suppose to be this way ?
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