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Here are a couple of pictures of the people I love, and a bunch poems I wrote. |
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November 30th came like a blessing My heart was panicked in it's joy Sitting close to you, my palms sweating Believing for the first time I don't know why holding hands On your sister's couch Meant more to me than the kiss we shared At your party months earlier But I felt the truth in your palms I felt love seep through my heart |
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"True Magic"
She walks beside me, her hand secured with mine, and she turns to me, gives me a smile. The wind plays with her hair, as I stare into her eyes, she knows, and I know, this was meant to be. I kiss her soft cheek, She turns to run away, but shes holding on. With a little run and a giant leap we soar through the air, weaving in and out of clouds. Holding tight Im a little scared, but a look in her eyes told me not to worry. Shes learned how to fly and shown me the way. A little more confident I then let go. We raced and played until the sky grew cold. Once again holding hands safe on the ground, We stare at one another, knowing our lives are complete. An embrace, and a kiss the moon and trees bear witness to a union made official. Promises spoken, we are one. -by Chip |
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To Be The Star Child
Today is a day when all things are possible And if I sparkle and shine and glimmer and gleam And let my natural light shine through
I will never be lonely
If I can remember to be the Star Child, the Goddess, the Magic One And raise my arms in an expression of joy Palms flat to the sun And feel the energy from my feet to my fingertips Running through my veins and along my lines
Then I am the sky And I am the sun that warms your shoulders I am the wind that leaves nothing untouched
I am the Star Child, The Goddess, The Magic One
All power lies within |
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I broke free
I broke free wild and free and the wind bent around my back in the rain I saw the future it was shinning with the same sunrise over every nation the birds rose once more taking flight a black legion telling me why the witch's voice can call the wind |
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A Runner's Story
And so she ran and she ran ran ran ran ran until she didn't know where she was. ran until she couldn't breath. ran until she lost her thoughts. all her thoughts her thoughts on love her thoughts on school her thoughts on work her thoughts on family her thoughts on pain her thoughts on justice her thoughts on war her thoughts on responsibility her thoughts on hope her thoughts on her future She ran until she lost them all. And then she stopped. And looked around. And, having nothing familiar, She began again.
She began to run. |
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