memories

I am stuck here in this place
Recalling your mournfull face
Perpetually losing the race
Infused daily with disgrace

To relive all my past mistakes
Till my life the devil shakes
If I should die before I wake
These memories you must take

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purpose

I am small. It is dark. I fear not for I know my purpose. I feel the warmth around me.

First my legs, but not for walking
Longer and longer weaving and looping
Building a spider web into the unknown. Looking for knowledge and wisdom in every crevice that is the the blackness.
How will I get there. I do not know, but I know my purpose.

I can’t see up, but I know it’s there. I go for it. It’s very hard. With each little bit off growth I come closer to my goal. It gets warmer.
Then all of a sudden. I see the sun. So bright and inviting.

It calls to me. It says “Come closer flower child. I will make you mine.” So I go to it with all my might. I am slow but I am steady. I reach a moment where I can go no further and I just know that a transformation is coming. I know my purpose.

Tension starts to release. My fingers unfold their grasp. They release one at a time, slowly. As the last finger releases it’s strong hold, the breeze catches my petals, my fragrance slips through the air. I can finally see the world around me and all its beauty. 
I know my purpose. Do you?

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stalemate

Our love like a chess game.
Each player slowly and meticulously picking our moves.
Starts with a pawn, taking a bigger piece with each move.
Every piece painstakingly taken one at a time. Till there is nothing but two lonely kings. Stalemate. Perpetually gridlocked. The game is never truly over. And nobody ever wins.

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dirty child

I am a child I like to have fun
Sliding and swinging all day in the sun

Laughing and playing not caring at all
Spin all around untill I fall

Into the grass where I lay with the bugs
Sniffing and poking at the slugs

Play in the mud like l am a hog
Go take a nap on slightly green log

Poke at the mushrooms that grow there
Pull some wet leaves out of my hair

I will get dirty that is no question
But it’s all part of my lifes lesson

I am a child please love me dearly
And make sure I shower atleast once yearly.

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24 minutes

24 minutes and seven seconds
Thats all that you gave me
To listen to your sorrowful words
And try to talk you down

But no ammount of time
Would make sorrow run and drown
When the pain became too great
You decided to leave.

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