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  Depression. Or whatever they're calling it these days..

  

  By Cami98, San Antonio, TX

  Grey sky's make me sad Blue sky's make me weep, Rainbows make me teary, and my reflection makes me eat Alone, alone alone I am Alone Life is short, for me challenging and dreary, Battling my inner afflictions is like batteries butting heads is Shard's of sobbing gla...
• Poetry > Haiku
  Autumns chilling debris

  

  By Cami98, San Antonio, TX

  Chilling autumn, reminiscent of pumpkins and squash, Overcome by giddy chills as I walk, The smell of smoking logs, realizing I'm falling in love...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Fabian Green

  

  By Cami98, San Antonio, TX

  Fabian Green, alone at sea Silent and Peaceful, adorned in an array of fallen leaves Floating and sinking higher and higher, at the worlds every audacious whim, and fantastical desire In the middle of that night, shined the upmost blinding of lights, which locked occupied eyes with Fabian ...
• Poetry > Haiku
  The athlete

  

  By Cami98, San Antonio, TX

  Tired of this life, tired of devotion she hangs her worn cleats calmly, and without emotion...
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  OCTOBER, FIRST

  

  By Cami98, San Antonio, TX

  I sit forlorn, consuming the unforgiving and mundane beat of the old clock. For Time can freeze, but it never really ends. In all its glory, perpetually searching for a friend. The earth spins, as does my head, as it prepares itself for an eternity looking for a common thread. I mourn ...
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  Yellow Rose

  

  By Cami98, San Antonio, TX

  To be a child, a child, when love was free, When the trees stood tall, and all things could speak. A child, bounding at ease, through Autumn’s, Chilling, And Fallen debris. In a land, which is now a dream, a little girl plays make believe Doing what for centuries has been done before...
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  Finicky Foe

  

  By Cami98, San Antonio, TX

  I am a child after the restless wind’s fickle heart, always yearning for something new. In her never- ending journey to please me, the wind carries me to places of bountiful beauty and full of riches, and yet I am never content. For years we have been drifting and searching. Searching for a place ...
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  Journey into the Wild Blue Yonder

  

  By Cami98, San Antonio, TX