Little book of thoughts...

You will lose your way,
They will tear at your wings,
Never let go of your dreams,
Continue your attempts to fly…

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Darkness falls,
It manipulates and bribes,
Creeping up on her
Ever so slowly,
She sits up at nights
Wondering why she’s alive,
An old soul she says,
Is what she is
This bloodthirsty darkness,
Wilting her life…

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Four white walls,
Contain a society,
Where men are kings,
And women slaves,
However content,
It seems the Suffragettes,
Had given their lives,
For nothing…

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Long golden mane,
Loving blue eyes,
Now filled with misery,
Constantly remind me,
Of what once could have been…

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Green silk gown,
Lace entwined with beauty,
Held against her body,
As she dances joyfully,
Floorboards creak,
Her reflection a dream,
A happy lie,
A wish before she dies,
Reality her demise…

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A rose made of paper,
A mock of life,
A false creation,
Of you and I….

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My surroundings had taken me to a place where depression was sure to consume. Tears of fear threatened to fall. It was then that she gracefully walked by. Sky blue eyes alight with joy as she held her child by the arm. A single mother with an angelic smile…

Tranquility,

She smiled…

And everything was alright…

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Your scarf around my neck,
Surrounded by your scent,
Leather and smoke…

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Her hair gleamed,
Like a raven’s wing,
Left to fly wildly,
About her shoulders,
Eyes black as onyx,
Skin pale as milk,
Body thin and supple,
She walked by,
Her scent was of lavender…

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A lioness with her young,
Preying on whoever approaches,
She is one who so many
Fear to challenge,
For she triumphs over those
Who dare,
Back turned,
Son within reach,
She shows no mercy,
The slightest threat,
She will stab at your ego,
She will suck it dry…

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The morning sun,
Shines brightly in her eyes,
Sitting on the swing,
The playground her world,
She flies,
Back and forth,
Her hair dancing,
Wildly with the wind,
Beaming with delight,
Nothing else matters,
She knows she is beautiful,
She knows he is watching…

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War spreads its tentacles,
Aimlessly causing death,
To those within reach,
As women and children,
Lose their lives,
In another part of the world,
They know,
But they refuse to know,
They read,
But they refuse to think,
And so they continue
To dance…

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Fire flies and falls,
Spiraling around her,
She their mistress,
They her slaves,
Controlling their every motion,
Her body gracefully dancing,
To the rhythm of the flames,
She smiling triumphantly,
And I sitting still,
Hands grinding irritably,
Envy engulfing,
As I watch him gazing in awe…

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A station filled with darkness
Victorian styled roofs surround
She stands alone
Comforted by nothing
But the sounds of the autumn wind
Thoughts haunt
Memories unveil
As the past plays into the night
Her train arrives
Doors close
She hugs herself and shudders
As she leaves her memories behind...

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We speak to eachother so callously,
Stabbing one another with subtle insults,
Our wounds drip of hatred and malice,
You are determined to destroy me,
I then make a fool of myself,
With the intention of inspiring
Laughter among others,
Succeeding, i turn to face you,
Your sky blue eyes upon me,
I notice a suppressed smile,
Playing upon your lips,
One i've not seen since we parted,
One of authenticity,
And it filled me with warmth,
To know that I,
Could still inspire laughter within you...