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Why would you put posts in the ground?
Honestly, it's really such an awful idea
Overall,so many students, with random
Objects in our way,and mud after rain,
Maybe this wasn't a good plan, I
Propose tearing all of them out.
Honestly, it's really such an awful idea
Overall,so many students, with random
Objects in our way,and mud after rain,
Maybe this wasn't a good plan, I
Propose tearing all of them out.
Literature
i'm sick
i knew infectious diseases to have statistics, medication and survival rates
not quaky lungs, thick eyelashes and calloused fingers
i expected a rash or a popped blood vessel or abdominal pain
but i got bumper car thoughts and feelings with spikes
i did get trouble breathing, a headache and sore feet
but i think that's from holding my breath, following untamed solutions and chasing after you again
i also got pain
and i reckon this kind is out of morphine's expertise
but i don't know if that's a symptom
or a long term side effect from all the ways i tried to save you
maybe the statistics are all the times i mistook you as a cure
and all the t
Literature
Dammit all... again
I meet you,
I like you,
I love you,
I tell you,
and then you disappear...
Why does everyone disappear?
Is it me?
Do I come on too strong?
I spend my quiet moments
Looking for what I did wrong...
It hurts the most that I can see you right there,
I try to catch your attention but I might as well be air.
My love never implied romance,
I thought that we were friends,
Good friends... better than good actually...
silly hoppy-happy friends,
Damn this shouldn't hurt this much... i always put too much of myself in.
Well... time to prepare for another disappointment.
sigh
Literature
Contours of loss: of love, and friends
A friend suffers hurt, a lack of hope
The agony of loss and its utter despair
Yet she is unable to feel the brokenness
To bring the cleansing, healing flow of tears
Too much pain in such a short time
Rushes at the soul breaking it in two
So quick that she feels the frozenness
Of a heart rendered but not yet aware
Yet the time will come as she wanly waits
When such grief will seep through her being
Etching itself upon her lovely soul
Like delicate filigreed golden threads
So that she shines like the moon itself
Reflecting the care and love for others
That creates a precious person of meaning
One we would all yearn to want as, our friend!
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Story time: They're making covered walkways for our school and put little marker posts in the ground at foot level. I get there at 6:00 to run, so it's still pitch black, and ended up tripping over one of them and face planting. Oh, and it's an anagram, I'm quite pleased with it.
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