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#household #acorn It was 6.15 in the morning. The sun was already streaming through the curtains. Her nose began to twitch from the pollen from the field. God, she hated summer mornings.
#household Quiet all day long in the corner of the room Waiting for the time its sickly green can pierce the gloom I give it the once over just before I go to sleep Dreading mornings light and its...
I guess I'm like a piece of grass. I'm important, Yet no one really cares what I do. People walk all over me, And barely notice me when they walk by. I've been through a lot.
I'm a diamond Who sparkles in the sky On a starry night I'm going to let is shine I'm a diamond Who stands out the most I always do I don't mean to boast I'm a diamond Who sleeps all the...
She is a cruel mistress, Many a solid man distress, Cold lashings dealt without remorse, Easily drifting far from course.
The brick wall stood for years and years Pressure building in it's bricks The cement that held it together, Was looking for a fix And passers by they looked at it, They said, my, what a wall.
To my sweet (potato), Thankyou for being there for me (in my stomach). You bring me such joy (and nourishment), and it is hard to imagine life without you (my little Ipomoea).
As soon as Summer faded, She rose from her icy bed, Pale skin like parchment, White hair upon her head.
Pale skin. White as snow. In the sun. She never goes. Pale blonde hair. With ice blue eye. She is winter. A cold desire. Delicate snowflake. Crystal tears. Spring is coming. This she fears.
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Smooth, sleek and shiny, such a polished ride. I keep her in peak condition, always by my side. Be gentle - not too heavy, always treat her with such style.
You stand on me, Throughout the day. You trample and stamp, Not a sorry you say. You walk on me, Without a glance. With pointed heels, Across I you dance. Being a floor; It hurts so much.
I've seen some pretty horrible stuff, A chopped down tree is just enough, To scare almost anyone, And to think some people do it for fun.
The wise old oak is tall and wise, Weeping Willow, she cries and cries, Baby trees don't eat their greens, And Pine trees are just sly and mean.
Pandora's cornucopia, A wicked thing, indeed, Created by the hand of lust, And blazing gold with greed.
I stand there. Why am I not played with. My chains are frost bitten its as cold as hell in my village. Mid winter, comes heavy snow. I'm saved, by a warming and soft blanket gently falling on me.
#nature Turn around- Where did you go. I search up high, I search down low. You follow me around, But I never see. You're quite literally, Attached to me. I walk down the ally, I run down the street.
Pull me in, With warmest arms, Taunt me, tease me, With your charms. Let me leave, Then call me back, 'I told you so,' As Cold attacks. Comforting, In smallest way, Prepare me for, Another day.
A poem by Emma. The long silver hair. Falls with no care. The icicle crown. Is worn with a frown. And a icy blue freeze. A wintery breeze. A long flowing dress. Work out the rest. Cos I must now go.
Oh cake,. My dearest,. Why is it so,. That you must share yourself,. Giving prices of your whole,. To others,. Some of whom you may not know,. When I,. The one who holds you most dear,.
I'm a shadow in the night, A stolen breath if air, You won't hear a sound, You won't know I'm there.
Brain- this is so wrong Heart-but it feels nice Brain- cant go on forever Heart-yeah but may as well enjoy it while I can Brain-what if it turns sour.
I had an incident with floss, It still fills me with fear, Yes, on that cold and stormy night, The memory's crystal clear, For, I had just brushed my teeth, Colgate, max white fresh, When all at...
The sun sighed. Not quite sure of what to do. Man was taking. From the sky and the deep blue. Just always taking. Giving hardly anything back. Not at one with earth. Earth was theirs to attack.