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Eternal Stories
Remnants of a butterfly
Are lined up on my desk
The sweetness to its cherry taste
Has long faded into bitterness
Amongest the unopened envelopes
Things have lost their residue
Useless tape and the magnetism gone
That had pulled me here to write
With my child imagination
Sticky candy wrappers loll 'round the floor
Like broken glass the faded image sits
Drowning in the wells in my memory
I've left my miracle desk to gather dust
In my mind I'll open drawers
Unto my past's recognition
Yellowed pages surround my words
Lulling them into a forever sleep
With their last light seen one of flames
Burning the power once held in my hand
My pen's last ink droplets have dried
Old shadows meleted to a sticky stain
Erasers and bookmarks form to ash
Losing themselves to an eternal wind
You say to close the drawers but I keep the image
Of the million lives I lived
Sitting besides my crumbling desk
Locked with a key this treasure in my memory
Because I never opened the envelopes
Gone are the initials carved underneath
Wrapped in vivid colors like a blanket
Let me never open my eyes again
Someone's banging on my door
But I'm too busy to answer
In my sanctuary.
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Oh, that's clever . . . reeding Blose . . . But I really wasn't trying to make it seem like that! lolz
And yes, the regurgitation subject we are on right now is about as random as oatmeal.
-Rose
Wow. Okay so this is a great poem, but how did we get from that to bird regurgitation??! Just wondering:)
-Angel
Angel: No, I don't I tried to show this to Ms. Wick . . . she prob wouldnt have excepted it anyway . . . lolz
Boosflash: As long as we're 'living off your porch', would you mind bringing us some food? Yay stranger danger! (Fact: the best candy does come from strangers) :)
I swore you were trying to show it to Miss Wick last year... And yeah, I remember it in the brown notebook, so, yeah. I STILL LOVE IT!!!!!
-Angel
As always, I love it! :) I told you it was good when you showed it to me in english!
-Angel
Thank yu so much! I wish it had made it to the mag. . . . :( But haha, they are just a bunch of two-legged mammals! Thanks again for the comment, take care! :)
-Rose
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Favorite Quote:
*The darkness holds infinite possibilities.
(mine)
um . . . ok . . . this seems awkard now. XD
-Rose