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Life so willingly given, I am thankful
And so I ask to be written something beautiful
Such as “A world has been brought to light,
One that glows with inspiration and flight,
And I thank thee-- with all my heart,
Thy ever open wings have set me apart
Yet given me a chance to be special and bright.”
And so I ask to be written something beautiful
Such as “A world has been brought to light,
One that glows with inspiration and flight,
And I thank thee-- with all my heart,
Thy ever open wings have set me apart
Yet given me a chance to be special and bright.”
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Literature
Flowers
I cant let myself get attacted when something is so small
But we birthed the small thing.
We didnt just let it grow
We supported it, and brought it to life
Its qucikly blooming and blossuming
Revealing its beautiful colours
But its too fast..
what if something so fragle breaks just as fast?
what if the outer petals start to wilt and fall and get stepped on
what is the beautiful Pink to red gradient petals
Turned to brown and disgusting as wilted to the ground, to be stepped upon.
I dont want this rose to wilt..
I want it to be able to bloom and stay up for the rest of the season
I want to see it stay bright and beautiful
For the world to see
Literature
apocryphal
so cunning and seemingly honest
at times there is nothing but wit
yet not quite real on the inside
but nothing we care to admit
Literature
The Garden
The Garden
A Short Story
Why is it always me in the middle seat? It's not like it's comfortable. Especially when the person to the left driving is a complete stranger and to your right is a relative you hardly even know.
On the black seat in the black car, fingers twisted around the perfectly square papers. Blue or Green? Blue for Bird, Green for Garden. Crane or Flower? Blue Flower or Green Crane? Blue is also water… No, that wouldn't do. Green Crane.
Slowly I pull out the green paper, but hesitate. How much time? I look up, staring through the window. Take a right past the tombstone store and there's two minutes left. Enough ti
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Again, inspired by Thomas Hardy, this time on his poem, "Epitaph" which about what he would've liked to be written on his tombstone. This is my own version (and though it's kind of depressing) and it's one of my favorites so far! I thought I really did well with this one, thought it was hard to find the right rhymes!
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This is very beautiful in it's on way.