You might be smallBut you represent mightinessThere are seven of you in totalYou struggle to survive in battle against New technology Fragile armor Changing battlefieldsAges ago there was a full armyProtecting against the boredomProtecting against the silenceNow, there’s just you.You might be smallBut you represent mightinessIt has been a short timeThat you’ve been with me …
Waves crash on the shoreThe wind whips, whistles all aroundNature brings us peace
So many feelings swirl and consumeMost days bring dread and despairBut not todayToday brings joyBright bursts of yellow as he laughsWarm splashes of pink as arms envelopeHot splotches of red as he proudly boastsToday brings sleepinessCool shades of blue as books slide by like wavesSpots of gray as the words swim byComforting black as eyes …
SquirrelThe squirrel stares at meBeady eyes glint in the sunPerched high in the treeSanctuaryThe tree is a homeA sanctuary for allEven a scared squirrel
Sleeping animals awaken from their deep slumber.Patches of new vegetation pops up around the country.Right as people start getting comfortable...Ice storms hit the area once more.No more warmth as the sun is hidden.Guess it was all just a false start.
The cold wind whips through the airBodies run to their next destinationFaces are covered by warm clothYet, there is no snowFrigid rain falls from the skySlick spots form on the roadIce cakes the windshields of every carYet, there is no snowDecember passes with a hot ChristmasJanuary creates shivering people What will February bring?Probably not snow.
Will you please listen?The pain and heartbreak is strong within.But you don't see the agony.You're not listening to me.Will you please listen?No smile graces my face.The light is dim in my eyes. But you don't see the despair.You're not listening to me.Will you please listen?Silent threads weave my throat shut.The words, my pleas can't escape.But …
As I step outside, I feel the cool, gentle breeze.I look to my right,And I see the leaves rustling in the trees.Their green hue shifting to orange.Fall is hereAs I turn on the TV, I see the football teams clash on the field.The yelling from next door change to cheers as their team wins.Spooky movies …
The voices are loud, pounding in my head."Worthless""Useless" "Waste of Space"They scream and echo in my darkest moments.The waves of sadness washes over me and drags me under.I drown in these words and feelings with no way out.
We are living history.As we live,As we breathe,History swirls around us.It is formed and weaved.It is molded and twisted. The tiny parts of us,That we no longer care about,Create the path that we followAnd that others observe.We are living history.Our physical bodies may die,But our footprints stay forever.The people we meet,The actions we take,The dominoes …
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