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Also that's some beautiful poetry, Si :)

wiser again

i am my own flower bed now

the people i love are helping me pull out my weeds with soft hands and light voices

never have my sun flowers been so tall and so beautiful

he has told me my true worth, so your’s will never matter

i am forever closing my garden gate to the negativity of your tongue

so long, stranger

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#lifeasgardens

wiser again

i am my own flower bed now

the people i love are helping me pull out my weeds with soft hands and light voices

never have my sun flowers been so tall and so beautiful

he has told me my true worth, so your’s will never matter

i am forever closing my garden gate to the negativity of your tongue

so long, stranger

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#lifeasgardens

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Astronaut readjusts to life back on Earth

> Don’t give him a baby for a while.

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Untitled

Tear from my chest This useless beating heart. Cast me one of unfeeling stone To take its place. What way is this To live life And fail at it in such a spectacular way? To lose everything You thought you had In a space of time As short as a week. To start anew With shaking hands And heaps of uncertainty, And a heart too full Of unrequited love And too dead now to move. How will I start again, When I am too nervous to write straight And too hurt to look at the world. All I want Right now In this moment Is to disappear among the shadows To have my cares Fall effortlessly from my shoulders As life drains from my body And I leave this world for a better place Just for a time. Not for forever, Only for a while. But I am so afraid, Afraid that death won't claim me, That I will be stuck living here, Alone and unaged For years upon years Unable to leave this wretched earth. That is my true fear. To live forever. To watch anyone and everyone I ever loved or will love Die before me Or leave me long before my time And to know That I will be stuck here Long, long after their remains Have been absorbed Into this wretched, torturous, traitorous, earth.

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Just Another Poem About Loving You

You are the smile that lights my whole face up when I am unsure You are the sunrise that I look forward to seeing every day And the sunset that my heart breaks to say good night to at the end of every day You are the snowflakes falling from a winter sky, Unique and beautiful intertwined You are soft kisses in the dark And dancing in the rain You set my heart aflame To this day, I still get butterflies in my stomach when I talk to you And my heart pitter patters in rhythm to my shallow breathing You are like the moon at the peak of its cycle, Alone and beautiful, Backlight by endless empty space And all I want is to just reach out and hold you You are who I want to kiss every morning and lay next to every night You are who I want, Until this earth runs out and the universe explodes and fades away, I will still be here, Endlessly loving you.

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How do you deal with your friends?

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O Captain! My Captain! By Walt Whitman O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;                          But O heart! heart! heart!                             O the bleeding drops of red,                                Where on the deck my Captain lies,                                   Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;                          Here Captain! dear father!                             This arm beneath your head!                                It is some dream that on the deck,                                  You’ve fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!                             But I with mournful tread,                                Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.

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The nights were made for saying things you can’t say tomorrow day…

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Old song idea

Do you, behind this mask of mine, see the tremors of demise? Can you hear the bells of destruction chime? They're calling out to you Oh Father, kill me now! Relentlessly, uniformly, cataclysmic in design Rhyme and reason go on and on undead Can you hear them running? Can you hear them sing? Bells of destruction are tolling And for you, alone, they sing There's a mansion in my mind A funeral parlor of yore Inviting all who see Inviting all who hear "Come one, come all, To the year, To the year, The year they all ended." Through this phantom eye, I see All the mystery Of the years Proclaiming "Find me, Find me in yard. Find me, Find me in the guillotine." See my head roll off, see me keep on talking as though undeterred Welcome to the mystery of the palace! Welcome, All ye enter here. Enter, Enter into darkness AND SEE MY FACE FALL OFF OF HERE!! Our Mortal Soul is in peril. Relentlessly, enternally, imperfectly Can't you see, there isn't a reason to be, Or at least there wasn't, Until a man, made perfect, came and taught us to live abundantly and then died and set us free. Chains, once held us, gone in a vapor of forgiveness. Hell, indeed our destination, pulled away invoke a star stuck majesty. Living free, undubiously, matching standards like we were born impeccably. Kings bow to him, sheep and cattle kneel at his feet, humans collapse in His Presence. Who is He? Why, He is__the very one who hung, dry-heaving heathen, bleeding, locked in enteral symbology. The Sacrifice, willing.