your vision, your voice
orange
red,
and
yellow.
whoosh
the sound makes against your ears.skin icy and refreshed.eyes bright as a diamond.
white
frozen
air
whoosh
now the colorful leaves turn into to white colorless piles of snow.
the nice refreshing air that made your skin breath is now suffocating in the winter chill. the once bright spirit is now a dull soul.
seasons change. people change.
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If you could speak to me Oh the things I would say, For the hours we’d talk All done in a day.
Tic•Toc
If you could speak to me, now While you prance with me,
You’d love me like lips to a song Like the tides love the ocean and the sea.
Whoosh….
If you could speak to me
A tear should never drop, You could never cry like the rain But I would never stop.
d r i p
d r o p
So since you can’t speak to me No words left to convey, For the hours we rest
In silence we say
Shhhhhh…
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Crashing, arched waves shaking the sea floor with their dance
Trapping you in where you can only hear The Ocean’s music,
The Ocean’s eyes on you like a person across the room,
The Ocean is hungry for her prey from above;
Diving down wondering what lies below, which step to take next
The waters controlling you with they rhythmic beat,
Luring you in to be stuck there forever,
Her movement, a rat tat tat from the bass drum she plays,
Now you can’t escape
Her beauty, forcing us to come down with her; the same steps over
and over
The Ocean’s creatures, her children, come for us, swimming as we sink
Into a pit of despair, no room for air where we survive;
Stop her waltz, gain back control
Quit her dance, end your time with her
All is well on land, free with your feet
The Ocean has new prey to trick
No more bricks on your back while you swim; make your own moves
Only watch The Ocean from afar, safe on solid ground
She will never truly leave you; you will still dance for her
But now you’re on your own
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Life
A pencil
Purchased shiny, sharp, new
Then life begins
The wear and tear starts
Grinding down on the lead
Eventually it gets sharpened
Eventually can’t come soon enough
This repeats for quite some time
Then it’s useless
Junk
Trash
It’s thrown away
A shell of its former self
Forgotten, Replaced
Gone.
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Life is sometimes sad
Life is sometimes happy
Life is an emotional roller coaster
You’re always on the edge of your seat
You never know what will come next.
Sometimes you go out of your comfort zone
Sometimes you are a little too comfortable
Sometimes you just don’t know anymore.
When you are happy you feel like you are dancing on the ceiling
When you are sad you just want to hide and cuddle up in a blanket
Life can be like a rainbow – energetic, exciting and happy!
Life can also be like a knife stabbing you in the back.
But you have to push through it
You learn new lessons every day
That’s just part of life.
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