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LunaYou are a drop of sunshine on a leaf of peppermint tea topped with whipped cream that smells like the rain on a Tuesday afternoon where you walk in the garden and let your hair down and feel like a clown in their best suit on Sunday, but the best part is it's spring and the flowers are lifting their dry hands to warm in the fire of your hearth trapped in the Earth that keeps spinning around in a dance of angels who carry your dreaming form to a bed of clouds and you sleep safe and sound in the arms of the ones who love you.
The GutterWe are all in the gutter
It is the nature we have been given
The status and the being
Each of us the same in our own corner
But all the same we have variety
Each of us is surrounded by filth
Mold that has grown over the ages
Rain that has eroded away the borders of our home
Creatures carrying numerous diseases
Slime, mud, guck, dust, moss, algae, feces, fungi
All of these things are seeping into our bones
The more we see it, the more we feel it, the more we breathe it
The poison loses its effects
Many of us take pride in standing this hellhole
We've grown up here
We've come to understand it better in the dark than in the light
Surviving in the pit has made us strong
It would be the greatest honor only to prove our strength more
Prove it by enduring the gutter forever
You only build muscle by tearing it down
You only bleed enough when you sweat enough
Having no fear to face the grime on your hands
Giving no shame upon the horrors so often exposed around you
This leaky gutter cannot kill
Warm LoveThe kind of love I want to give is warm
I want to embrace someone in the same way I snuggle a cat
Let their head lean on my shoulder with laughter
Let their tears pour onto the back of my jacket
Rub our clammy hands together on cloudy days
Allow my fingers to run through their hair as much as they play with mine
Giggling over childish things
Make them know that they are sweeter and warmer than a mug of hot chocolate in my hands with gloves and a blanket
Every day is a summer night with a bonfire
Toes spinning on the sand
I will gladly share that warm love, peacefully and quietly, with the best person in the world
Daisies In My YardWhat have I done for you?
I put a dozen roses on your grandfather's grave
Although I only met him once and he took home a plate of cookies I made
I tried to teach you a foreign language
Set up mini lessons and everything
Encouraged you to use it
I tried to give you great news
News about some of the most wonderful things in life
Hoping you might understand
I modeled my goals to become like you are
Tried to practice your amazing form in the mirror
Until I was crying on the floor in frustration
I let every lump that developed in my throat sit, ignored
Attempting to be strong for you
Looking into the stars
I stood by and smiled
Inwardly disintegrating like paper ashes in the breeze
While you continued to forget
I gave you all of my childish love
The kind of devotion many would envy
Throwing logic out of the train window and letting it land in the snow
You are now just a photograph to admire
Just like daisies in my yard
A good thing to remember from years gone by
You comforted me even when
Bah Bye NowSitting on this chain-linked fence
Waiting for the chariot to come and take me away
Waiting to get those shoes with wings
While the fence is digging into me
Why don't you get off that fence?
Don't you know that you're not going anywhere?
It took someone yelling that in my ear for ages
And then one person to whisper it to me once
For me to realize what I was doing
So I started walking
And as I walked
I watched that chariot run past on a different road
It wasn't mine to catch anyway
And those shoes with wings were still sitting behind the window of the store
With my head and my heart as the price
Is that really what I was looking for this whole time?
What, was I standing on my head and looking cross-eyed at everything?
There may not be a horse walking alongside me waiting for me to break it
I might not be in the correct city
But I have my own feet and I can walk wherever I want to
And you know where I can walk?
I can walk uphill
Get away from this flat-landed ghost town
Stomp the tumblew
A Doctorate in PoetrySo you're gonna write a poem today?
Step into my office!
Okay, what would you like to write about?
You don't know?
What's the point of writing it if you don't know?
Ah, I see. You just want to write, but you don't know where to start, uh huh.
Well, let's do a little searching in that creative mind of yours!
Did you see anything recently that inspired you?
Something like a beautiful landscape, or some interesting architecture?
Or have you spent time out in nature, or in the city lately?
Seen anyone do something that surprised you?
Something like random acts of kindness,
Or maybe they just did something weird like tying a balloon to a pigeon?
(First weird thing that came to mind, sorry for the terrible images you might have currently)
Not even that?
Okay, let's take a different turn on this.
Let's go through your memory.
Yeah, think of your childhood. Did you have a good childhood?
Even if you didn't, you could write about your horrid childhood.
Anything about family or friends? Plac
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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A two-time Community Volunteer for the deviantART Related category, Anne is well-known as a positive, helpful force. She is the community's resident expert when it comes to CSS (Cascading Style Sheets), and her personal gallery offers a wide variety of tutorials for new and experienced coders alike. In addition, each winter she hosts a calendar project encouraging members to create Journal designs for all to use, bringing more creativity to the community.
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