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What is
your story?
for we all
have
a story...
Those blank
faces
of everyday
with
living eyes,
staring
into forever -
last endeavor...
One moment
in time
with reason
and rhyme...
A Paris cafe
captures
your colors
and lets
them
run...
You are
not
the only one
to sense
beauty
in this world...
But
this is
your time
with reason
and rhyme...
to shine
in finality.
Grasp it all,
leave
your mark,
your sign,
on a languid
beach...
Agony
and effort
to
bend
and reach
even
to remember
that perfect
pastel
love...
your story?
for we all
have
a story...
Those blank
faces
of everyday
with
living eyes,
staring
into forever -
last endeavor...
One moment
in time
with reason
and rhyme...
A Paris cafe
captures
your colors
and lets
them
run...
You are
not
the only one
to sense
beauty
in this world...
But
this is
your time
with reason
and rhyme...
to shine
in finality.
Grasp it all,
leave
your mark,
your sign,
on a languid
beach...
Agony
and effort
to
bend
and reach
even
to remember
that perfect
pastel
love...
Literature
Lady Spring
She dances through the woods,
Her long, blonde hair flying.
Her bare feet touch the ground
And grass pops up in her wake.
Her fingers sweep around,
Touching the trees and bushes,
Making them burst into bloom
As she daintily twirls around.
Her dress is a blast of color,
Pinks, yellows, greens, and blues,
Falling from below her breasts
In long, single, fairy-like fabrics.
She sings, and the sun shines,
Peeking out from behind the clouds.
She cries soft little tears of joy,
And light drops of rain come down.
Wherever she spins and dances,
Flowers bloom in her steps.
And out come the curious animals,
A little parade behind Lady Spring.
Literature
Romance
What's considered Romance?
Snuggling on a cold winter night.
Telling inside jokes and laughing like hyenas because of it.
Being by each other's side like there is no tomorrow.
Falling asleep in each other's arms.
Walking on the beach in the moonlight.
Not being afraid to show your romantic side around others.
Doing spontaneous things to show your love for me.
Looking at me with the that burning, fiery passion in your eyes.
Reassuring me that everything is alright.
Careful fixing my wounds as I fix yours.
Taking time out of your busy schedule to check up on me.
Telling me how you really feel at times.
Letting your emotions file out of you at a
Literature
Rosie
There was a girl who wandered off...
She never came back,
Even when the skylight turned black
There was worry, there was fear
But the town accepted
The truth was here
A cold case
A story for no one to hear
Day after day the autumn grows dark
The town, the people, the flowers in the park
All had dread for good news might never come
Dead in the ground?
Where has she gone?
But it all went by, one cry at a time
Only aged 11 ,but did it matter?
Her family was shattered
Every day was the same despair
But there was a boy who actually cared
He took flight on his red bicycle and didn't stop
He got to her house and his heart dro
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