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The Journal Collection1. Maybe it's just me, but I think I've felt incomplete every since they killed the maple tree I planted. It was supposed to grow. I don't care how it looked. None of the other maples lived. It was so beautiful, graceful and young in the wind. The slightest breeze would send it waving back and forth in the summer air. The tree was hope; they couldn't understand that.The Journal Collection
2. I seem to have problems letting go, but not like you might think. It's a good thing to be able to let go- after all, nothing is permanent. Death hovers above us and everything we do. We just need to accept that nothing is permanent. That alone can make
by ~bladegolem47
Hide and SeekWaist-high grass seeds Give a purple film to The grass running Amongst itself in the wind, Exposing dandelions fromHide and Seek
Their hiding places. The sun chases the dandelions From behind the clouds. Some the sun will always see And others never will be seen.
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ColumbineStanding tall Among the grass In the shadows Of the trees A beaten path Around the Red and yellow Columbine I spied today That made me stop And take a moment For the world.Columbine
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Before the StormIt is the hour of the calm before the storm. Pale clouds blanket the sky, Preparing for violent anvils in the heavens. The birds have eaten furiously all day, But now have taken shelter. The bees have retreated from the flowers. Even the lilac, ever eager to dominate the air, Has recalled its scent before the storm. The earth dares not breathe. But I, I stand before the storm, In the silent stillness that not even Death can surpass.Before the Storm
All around is electricity, a hint of violence to come.
Later, I will be safe inside, alone, My head against the window &n
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Wild Lilacschildhood summers games of make-believe sunshine and bare feet rainstorms; a slight reprieve the grass all wet the flowers covered in rain flee the indoors and continue my game climbing trees running the fields alone sun sets low its dark when I return home years gone by childhood left behind with the scent of wild lilacs a way to the past I findWild Lilacs
by ~BleedingLotusAngel
Jar of InnocenceI have a jar it's full of wishes of prayerful songs and mother's kisses.Jar of Innocence
I keep it close so to not forget the unthought dreams of my silhouette.
If it should break and let God's stars out child's innocence will be lost, no doubt.
So keep your jar and e'er remember life's laughs and loves until forever.
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4 more years!
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My mother only has about 50 of those and the birds never use them.lol
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If you cry,
I cry
If you laugh,
I laugh
If you jump from a cliff
I laugh even harder!
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an open mind is the key to everything.
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I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
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i hear you screaming,
i hear you cry out loud,
now i know your secrets,
now i see you drown
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I wish that I could turn back time, because now the guilt is all mine.
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Happiness is just an illusion to distract us from the world of grief we were born into because even the happiest person on Earth isn't really happy.
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