

A Medley of Light Show TunesThere were colors in my head, A jumble, a medley,A Medley of Light Show Tunes
Quickly whipping by, Colliding into one another Not knowing the time
To the left - no, the right! - Red and blue or black as night Simple chords that have no name To here and there yet it's all the same
Conductor! Tell me where we're going For only brazen confusion
Rings now to my ears Call a lengthy rest Four bars of four Five or six, maybe more
To the left - no, the right! - Red and blue or black as night Simple chords that have no name &nbs


SpringTread softly Over the tracks of gentle spring Come and go quickly Like the breeze before the storm.Spring
Make not a mark upon this world; Sail through boundless seas As larks and thrushes do. Disappear from the flowering trees With the incidental meet, An ivory invitation's worth, Of muffled May showers.
And enter as the wind Carressing budding leaves - soft - Cradling anxious clouds, Cartwheeling up above Against the paths Of geese returning home, Crying with muted colors. And then the howling hushes - Tuned at last - &n


lights of the nightglimmers in the night give away their call the deer scurry home - waves rise and falllights of the night
out near the lake is new a king and queen, a perfect two, yet with each other had they no truth - no glimmer no glimmer to bind to call the deer home a home shot, dying down but no complaint had she and he was too often in town
the angels in waiting were true they listened and watched and listened and watched they repeated the words listened and watched and after a while pearled fingers tapped padded moss mats asking fo


Beauty Flown OffA cloak of crimson petals Unfurled for all to see A strong and steady stem Contented just to beBeauty Flown Off
But when the wind ruffles Her boisterous feathers Roaring mighty fierce And escaping rusty tethers
The petals are agitated From their home they stray The stem with thorns Begins to wither away
The bees and the birds Have deserted the one With its beauty flown off And its radiance undone
Little girl, Will you do the same? Take off and leave, Quitting the game?
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"Vous pouvez ne jamais dire avec des abeilles…" — Pooh
You better be happy no people with scissors are falling on your lips.
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The illusion is that you are simply reading this poem.
The reality is that this is more than a poem. -Bukowski
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...don't make me use my man voice.
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The illusion is that you are simply reading this poem.
The reality is that this is more than a poem. -Bukowski
'ello lovely! ^^ tehehe decided to show your page some love.
Thank yee muchlies for the favorite on "These Pitiful Tears" -nods-
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| falling in love is like getting a preview of heaven |
i know how it feels
when love goes away.
tread softly.
GASP I write poetry too! sometimes
GARSP I'm 14 too!!
lol hi irene i miss you
highschool kinda sucks for me
howre you doing?
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FREAKY FREAKY ಠ_ಠ
And, and... I miss you and your PRETTY-FUL DRAWINGS <3
Art and slacking off to draw is the only thing that keeps me alive.
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