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Some days, they
Make me shiver,
Like i'm watching sea foam crash against the rocks,
On a cool October morning.
(right before you died)
Others make me smile,
Like the first flake of snow,
Landing on my nose,
On a dull January afternoon.
(like the first time you kissed me)
Sometimes, it's a distant sigh,
Reminding me, of
wind whistling by,
carrying me in September sun.
(like the days that lazily passed us by)
But mostly,
They make me look to the sky,
And remember, we're all born to die.
(But that doesn't mean I don't have a whole lot of living left to do yet)
Make me shiver,
Like i'm watching sea foam crash against the rocks,
On a cool October morning.
(right before you died)
Others make me smile,
Like the first flake of snow,
Landing on my nose,
On a dull January afternoon.
(like the first time you kissed me)
Sometimes, it's a distant sigh,
Reminding me, of
wind whistling by,
carrying me in September sun.
(like the days that lazily passed us by)
But mostly,
They make me look to the sky,
And remember, we're all born to die.
(But that doesn't mean I don't have a whole lot of living left to do yet)
Literature
What Matters
Forget the worries, forget the fears,
Wipe away your old hurt's tears.
Laugh out loud, dance around your room,
Picture a different bride and groom.
Spend some time with your best friends,
Pick up the pieces, make amends.
Scream to your favorite song,
Not caring if the notes are wrong.
Live your live, reject the strife.
Pick up the pen, put down the knife.
Smell a rose, bounce on your toes.
Play with your hair, slide down the stairs.
Love the way you are, name you own star.
Accept your faults, turn somersaults.
These are what matter,
No matter how crazy or scattered.
Literature
Smoke
Silhouettes stained the sidewalk;
They're right under the surface.
Focus lost on the sick site,
While fire leaks out the headlights.
Colors streaming the dark.
They always could get by
Dreaming back to the start.
You act just like a nurse;
Burning needles.
No, we're not gonna reverse;
Turning riddles.
Plastic melts panic in pills as
Wireless brains recoil.
Infected eyes look to paralyze;
Let the maggots eat you alive.
Skull ridden with good times.
We'll bake in the sunlight
And try to mirror this life.
You act just like a nurse;
Burning needles.
No, we're not gonna reverse;
Turning riddles.
Somethi
Literature
Visionary
Sit straight.
and chew your food 20 times.
chew it firmly, in the name of goodness.
chew it proper, like you know it matters.
like men of old
men of character.
you aspire character, do you not?
then let mommy see those jaws work.
everything good in this world comes from real work.
and there is no kind like the hard kind.
working is necessary.
it is necessary for something.
you might not know for what
and you do not need to.
for necessity is good
in itself.
you hear?
necessity is virtuous.
if it weren't for necessities
we would all be poets
poets and painters.
hah! Imagine that
a world filled with painters..
.
now, I didn't want to be a p
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Wow. This is a magnificent poem about life and memories. I could feel everything you described in this poem. The imagery is enough to help you feel, but not so much that it confines the imagination. You delivered the message well.