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Peaks of perseverance throughout your day; Nostalgia only the  prophet can denounce Love, what do you christen the impending doom When all that you dwell in is the past? Reside in my arms -- ad infinitum-- until the sun rays scold memories away And pick upon your damnation For this is not your sibyl's cast. Though somber air sweeps the city sky, and daubs the distance grey I give notice to your color, boy, I see when you wear blue. Experience will always change a man; solidity wearing though Do not carry consignment upon your back Bearing shame that does not belong to you. Instead, gaze deep through confusion,  drive bewilderment

Why The Moon Envied Me I stared at the moon, admiring her beautiful curves; Her pale skin that shone so brightly in the darkness, Casting illuminating rays down upon me that danced With flowing blades of grass. Oh how I wished to be the moon! How I longed for my smile to be as warm and alluring as hers in the summer months. I wished for nothing more than to mingle with twinkling stars and racing comets, Only to be lusted for by mortal onlookers taped to Earth's surface. But as I stared, my thoughts drifted, And I soon found myself wondering why she was staring back at me. She glanced out of the corner of her magnificent gray eye

Urban Blight Smoke rises from a nearby fire, like a genie slithering out of his lamp for the first time in ages. His awesomeness reaches for the dark sky as if tempting a higher god to fight him, while the cry of ladder trucks rings in my ears like hundreds of young children wailing with freight. Small, silver army men march slowly along a nearby road, fascinated by the spectacle and often pausing with curiosity; possibly concern. Other men are impatient, blowing their battle horns to alert the other soldiers, but fear has already set in, and they are seemingly paralyzed by it. "Route 83 is heavily congested. Slow moving traffic d

Black and White "They're not just any letters!" I scream in protest, kicking my foot against the metal locker in a sudden fit of rage. My eyes slowly fall to the floor, filled to the brim with tears that do not fall, but only burn under the black staining of my lids. "You do not realize." I whisper quietly to the paranoia that crawls sickeningly under my skin; the eyes that trace my scrawny frame and gossip freely. "You do not realize what I have to live with." I hear their thoughts; laughing, mocking me to no end. "She's absolutely nuts." One of them declares so confidently, that I, myself, almost believe her. "She doesn't belong here."