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Seasons

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When the sun grows cold
and skies threaten snow
I think of you
When early sunbeams bring
first declarations of spring
I think of you
When day's time grows
and warm winds blow
I think of you
When gold leaves fall
Crisp air calls
and I think of you

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Echo

If I write how I feel
will you take it all
and make it national
headlines in your world
Is it irrational
to capture all
the feelings I have
inside of this ink
I hate to think
that's the furthest
that they'll go
but I love to think
I'm on the brink
of popular echo

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What is Poetry!?

1. 
   Poetry is a form of literature that uses aesthetic and rhythmic qualities of language—such as phonaesthetics, sound symbolism, and metre—to evoke meanings in addition to, or in place of, the prosaic ostensible meaning. Poetry has a long history, dating back to the Sumerian Epic of Gilgamesh.
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Oceans: Our Story

Beginning

Oceans

Waves, small ones

Ticking

Time

Lives went by

Parks and trees

Rollercoasters

Me on my knees in front of you

Moving

Changing

Lives rearranging

Oceans

Bigger waves

Happy, smiling

Fighting

Writing

Making up

New life

A son

Scared

Young

Fighting

Fighting

A new family torn apart

Waiting

Wanting

Playing

Flaunting

Run

Run

Northern skies

Brown black eyes

Looking into green gray ones

Going home

A child

Just one

Turning into two

Not feeling well

You start to speak

She looks

Just like you

Living

Laughing

Changing

Crying

Lots of sleepless nights

Music

Clowns and carnivals

Trying longer

Than before

Families ties

Loosen in the wars

Run again

Run once more

Flying high

Flying low

Opposite directions

One east

One west

Children

Two

Lost inside rejection

Fighting beasts

Phone calls, letters

Call

Call

call

From the east

A look back home

Looking looking looking

Concrete walls

Locked up doors

Doing better than before

Looking

East

He unlocks the door

Looking through

Walking in..

She loves him even more

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Sleep

Sleep is my friend

When I am on my knees it takes me

When I am standing and fighting, it waits for me

It let’s me be

Until I’m ready

I love my sleep

I put it off so long

When all it wants

Is to keep me safe

Inside it’s waiting arms…..

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Voices

Artwork by: Shelly Ramasocky

He had the chance to walk it off after stumbling and falling, but instead he chose to run, when he heard the voices calling. Things would slow him now and then, though They were only stalling.

He’d heard the voices once before, They were all recalling, while lying in his bed. Softly whispering out at night, he feared he may be dead. Upon the day came great relief, the voices were only coming from somewhere in his head.

But, not this time, out of his bed, they got him now, the voices were too loud. Outside the house and just above, there formed a darkening cloud. Sadly, They all had to step aside and watch the voices chase him ‘round.

The voices built him up and tore him down, reducing him to nothing. The voices demanded his soul, demanded his mind, and all his life would bring. After everyone left him and all hope was lost, the voices, the voices that were calling before had begun to sing;

Come with us

You should not stay

Come with us

We know the way

Come with us

we’ll give you rest

Come with us

You failed the test

And the song went on and on, he followed as they led. Now you lie down, he’ll come for you. He listened as they said.  And when he woke, he was finally alone with the voices in his head.

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Self Awareness

A rush of energy opens my eyes

Dripping from the highest skies

Are pieces of my reflection

I realize how much time’s gone by

And just how much has been wasted

I look down

I’m not sure how

The reflection is just a puddle on the ground

The sun shoots high

More time flies by

The puddle starts to rise

In waifs of steam and vapor

Gazing up

I’m looking for

The reflection that has gone twice before

It rises up

Unleashed, unbound

I finally found…

That time is never wasted

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Death of Mind

dead entities....
run around my mind
i hate them
but they seem to find
what i am looking for
he closes the door
but it's wide open
i try to sleep
but there are words unspoken
wandering
i try to find
the dead entities
that run around my mind
i hate them
but they seem to find
what i am looking for....

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