Best FriendsThere once was a girl who couldn't be average. It was something she wasn't meant to do. From the shoes on her feet to the eyes in their sockets she wasn't like anyone you'd ever meet. "I shall not grow up!" she stated one day- realizing the idiosyncrasy of this statement. Yet, she got older day by day. At her graduation- she didn't go. It was something for people who had something to know. The girl was gone, to where no one knew. All she left was a note to her best friend, "I'm off to explore. The world is wide. I'm young, I've got to enjoy the ride. You are my friend. I love you- don't forget!" Years passed by and nothing from thBest Friends
Wait for the RainThe days grow shorter, and the nights grow longer, yet Winter refuses to come. It's raining in December, yet no one sees anything wrong. The temperature rises, and the snow turns to rain. The train pulls in, and you're late again. What happened to our Summer romance? What happened to the Spring? I though once November came, I'd be seeing you again. Yet instead all I do, is wait around, wait around, for you.Wait for the Rain
My once warm bed has grown cold again, your spot no longer there. Bed-sheets over your pillow, your smell no longer lingers there. I don't know when you'll come back, or if you even will. It just seems like this rain, is all t
Dreams of WisdomI am the child of darkest night,Dreams of Wisdom
one who runs with fear.
My mind speaks thoughts unto my ears which no mortal shall ever hear.
Although I act,
and play by day- at night is where my heart will stay.
Among the dead,
the past and gone.
I may be here,
but I won't for long.
Their voices beckon,
as their bodies decay.
Souls long departed haunt me day by day.
I reach to them,
and the
Government DigressionMother hatred, Coddling her darling daughters, Creating these crying children, Dying from poison gases choking me, Nicotine skylight watches over, This hated butterfly, Molting slowly.Government Digression
Crisscrossed jump ropes falling of the ledge, Tic tack toe boards sitting on the desk, Children sleeping as the book is read, He won't stand up just to say the pledge, Don't revolt against the government, Poor little Johnny's dead.
Purple shoe boy running down the road, Bully bully bully shoving down his throat, Unknown causes causing him this stress, W
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Even a brick wants to be something.
-[Louis Kahn]-
I am the number one on the page thing.
Hello.
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However expressive, symbols can never be the things they stand for. —Aldous Huxley
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