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| In a Bubble If I were to sit on a cloud in its Serenity, It would be like existing in a Bubble. I would be able to see the Hurt, But could not experience the Anguish. When the world begins to turn Crazy, I long to find a path into a Bubble. |
| Rain Some people wonder What it's like to cry. Others know - They ask the sky. |
| The Deprived They're strange, The stars. Some people find satisfaction By learning how they exist While others fins comfort By romanticizing in their midst. They can witness an innocent kiss Between lovers While also encountering a war Between nations. Not only seeing the happenings of This world, But watching over the angelics of The heavens. What would it be like to be a star? Always watching from a distance Yet never experiencing Realtiy. |
| -- It's not the size or appearance that usually counts in a first impression; it's the nature of the matter. |
| -- Sometimes I wonder what an alien would look like or be like, and then I see the world around me and wonder how they couldn't fit in. |
| --Life is played like music. What music is played is our choice. |
| The butterfly is the free-flying and worry-free caterpillar. You have to be a caterpillar before a butterfly. |
| -- Why does love always remind me of hate? They are related like scalding water and dry ice - without one, you would not be able to understand the other. |
| Expression Sketches show appearance Drawings show preciseness Paintings show perserverance Blacks and blues show pain. |
| Curing Anguish Solemnity sometimes digusts me. Can't anyone see? Just acting reverant To console? |
| The path of a Pierced heart: It involoves first Finding the dagger, And then pulling it out Of stone. Sometimes we just have to Wait Until the rock around it Erodes away. |
| The Sun Shines Onto You My Are Heart: The Obstructing Rain Cloud. |
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