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I know a little girl,
I’ve known her for awhile.
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The sky would be lying
if it were to say
by Simone Brooklyn
18 lines, 14 comments,
on May 19 10:01 PM. In Love, Personal, Other, Life, Hope, Thoughts, Freewrite, Self, Teenage thinking
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Tragedy always stalks its victims.
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I'm tired of painting your picture,
decorating you in lace.
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Michael, at 23
new not what a lady needs,
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Our hearts will not be rational, until they are built to bend.
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When tomorrows sun rises up
and I am not there to see;
by Simone Brooklyn
23 lines, 18 comments,
on Mar 20 12:47 AM. In Abuse, Hope, Life, Love, Personal, Sad, Society, Other, Pain, Fear
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To a wonderful father who,
with two hands and one heart,
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These lines and these words get shorter and shorter-
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Stick figure men and pen ink doodles
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You don't have to be popular, or fit into a certain mold- make your own friends, and surround yourself with them.
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I wear a plastic smile and fumble with the laminated paper
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You may have thought that I forgot,
Or that it slipped my mind.
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As I walk down the aisle in sync to the traditional tune,
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Velvet pastel skin
Trickles everlasting truths
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As a little girl I
Dreamt
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My body
Made of porcelain
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I am
The designated diaper changer,
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The wind whips hair into eyes
As feet leave clay-like footprints
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This morning I was woken
by the sound of a burst
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Made to obey.
Don’t shed a tear.
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Every Christmas I arise:
snow on the ground,
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Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
All of these lines across my face
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Soldiers Courageous, gallant
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When you think about Scrooge,
What first comes to mind?
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Little feet scuttle on hard wood,
Silent; standing in corner as
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This is my Secret Santa poem for thedamned77. Merry Christmas.
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I am a parent,
One who is torn
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I walk
On a path of stones-
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If these walls could talk,
They would say they share
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My breath is rapid moving air, My heart an imperfect rhythm of life.
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Magic 8-Ball,
Magic 8-Ball,
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