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Patience What is it? A nonexistence. The mind was wicked, and the body was involuntary.
Play around, aggravate sound, Adam found. Indeed, an innocent one. New ones, soft, thin, smell like a new magazine. To a jail? A hell? A cage? No To a library, gather the knowledge, read the books. One, the book of life, we do not read. We write. This new year, this new passage.
The Sports Page. Wrestling stats, baseball team hats, Years go in plays and new quarterbacks.
May Variegate - To diversify in external appearance especially in different colors. Simplicity is the beginning, It is easy, Nothing to stress about But one mustn't stay there for too long. Late Night Glow-Up. Me and my little sister all alone Mom and Dad are not home Empty stomachs howl in the night not a crumb of food lays in sight. From Here. I was once that awkward little boy Fumbling with my shoelaces as my crown jostled upon my head I ruled with an iron fist on those late summer nights as the realm of the backyard became my own Until. The air becomes dry and the wind stops mewling familiar hymns that I stopped singing So that I may talk to you.
A big sister's little goodbyes. So I ask, what good is a picture, that doesn't speak? What good is a mouth, if it is only used to devour? Then I proceed to ask, what good is a "man" who knows not, when to hold his tongue?
Infinite Growth. We never really grow up. We're constantly learning. There is pain in the process, But there is growth from the pain, And there is excitement in the growth. So revel in the excitement. Heed this call forevermore To avoid this sordid gore That arises from this deadly sin Apathy - it always finds a way to win. Painting with Music. The Light Which You Become. It wasn't until one day, A Thursday to be exact, That I opened my eyes slowly To the shimmering beams of light.
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Soaked deep beneath my skin, I welcomed the light. The glow emitted from within me. Things seemed to have changed since that time long ago,. My identity. What are you? I really wanna know I have all these theories but no evidence to show For it, it's strange really You look like your white but there's something different. You never think twice. I've acted like clay.
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I've shaped myself and even bent myself backwards. I've done that for a person who doesn't think twice about me. I've converted my dull image into a mysterious, intriguing one. Dreams Refined. Fire in the Rain. I can see your face when I'm alseep the words you never said rest heavy on my heart. On Growing up. The Dresser. It took a while. Until I could look up at the sky and instead of hiding myself out loud, start living for the sun behind the clouds. Start looking for those lemonade skies and imagine flying by.
So We Drown. Life's Camera. Snapping photos,Paper-printed memories.
Both good and bad,They are forever preservedIn the scrapbook of our minds. Mary Jane. He was the light in the dark the burning flame in my heart until she came around. He was my best friend, my obsession for him i had ever lasting passion but she came around. Walk, Stumble, bend, Crack, break, trip. Swollen hearts shatter. The whsipers grow bigger, louder. Never silent, always wild. A rose snaps in the wind.
Dirty Clouds and Puffs of Stardust
The storm quiets,. Honeybee Man. Is there a right age to learn about Death? My grandfather would argue there is not, That we should learn about it early on to face the tragedy when it arises. A dress form is a peculiar thing.
Much like a dress form,. Slowly letting go of my childhood as a voice leads me into the right direction.
I stare and analyze myself as if I'm searching for an answer. Old Enough.