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It started with a plastic castle from Fisher-Price. With little plastic knights, and a wizard, and a dragon, and a princess. Us boys would play with it for hours. Greg would always be the black knight who saved the day.
When I die Grind my bones and ash To a fine powder Then dye the powder any colors that will make you smile again And make me art Make me a sculpture A mosaic A color-filled bottle
I was there when you built your garden I helped you pick what plants to grow I held your hand when you spoke of the harvest and all the meals we would share.
Sunday afternoon in the middle of August. Sun lounging high in the sky. A cloudy menagerie decorates her home. I walk down to the river Hear the boats passing by A roar of engines and water
“Drum Major, is your band ready?”  A booming voice said over the intercom of the stadium, I turn around on my conducting ladder, facing the judges and the crowd, and out of me shouts the words,
When the rain falls on to the asphalt And petrichor smells erupt, I'll remember the cloudy days spent in my room, My mind full of inspirations and ambition To create a beautiful painting.
  I'm the helper. Thats the role I play in society. I'm the type of person who puts others before herself, Who keeps the peace, Who meets others expectations,
Never be afraid to turn away from the past.Never be afraid to burn the bridges.Some people can only grow once their roots are nothing but ashes.Like a pine sapling after a raging wildfire.
I know why the willow grows. It grows for a life it yearns to know. It grows for you. It grows for me. It grows so tall for all to see. The willow grows because it can because no one told it that it can’t.
Picking sunflowers under crisp skies,Chasing butterflies with crinkled eyes, Freedom ringing and stars aligned, Being young was a delight.   Blossoming was subconscious and slow,
Not long ago the growing pains started The pains that broke the broken-hearted The inevitable happened- I went blind   It was quite an experience at first My vision went from bad to worse
Not long ago the growing pains started The pains that broke the broken-hearted The inevitable happened- I went blind   It was quite an experience at first My vision went from bad to worse
When my toes finally poked through Those converse sneakers from 8th grade And my shirts got a bit too tight When the boys stopped wanting to play ball And the girls just wanted to fight
Thank you, mom and dad, For your support through and through, The rest's up to me.
Protection It's what I grew up knowing I had What would happen when all that went bad Took two seconds Was that not enough? Growing up in Southcentral was truly rough  
Fear is love. It follows you everywhere, Growing massive. Having to let go of fear. That ambitious task.   Your addiction to love is fear, Our connection together is fear,
 To win my heart, cross my roads  To get my love, you knock my doors  Let's to start, to earn cruise  To build a nest within love rose     Adore you much, looking forward  To keep in touch, even one word  Eager to fly, to reach sward  Where your f
Lonely cage lonely world lonely someone  lonely girl the hunter spotted  his naive prey he lick his chops and makes his way “because I love you”, he says with a grin
Jennifer Brown 10/9/18 Grow From a little seed i grow you let the water flow. I'm not sure why you picked a seed like me
I saw you today. You sat there and laughed. I was near certain That I was going mad. I watched you sit there, With a laugh and a smile. I nearly started crying. Haven't seen them in a while.
Listen, kid. What I'm about to say is important, so put the book down for once. I know you don't like looking people in the eye when they're talking to you, and neither do I.
Kids divagate Because they don't know direction of life   Young-adults developed To find the direction of life   Adult discharge Because they know the direction of life
Pool Boy, You were just a boy, sixteen years young - (blank) neighbor. (Blank) demons derive from our paths crossing when (Blank) was 4. The day was hot, wearing nothing but the trainning bra and
I knew it when I first saw you, Though we were much younger then, That you were special, you were meant to find me, That I loved you.   The beginning was not easy, We were young and irresponsible,
It requires caring, like love needs honesty to grow. We are the seeds of love which need to sprout But only with the right tools, will it flourish and go about.   Soil is how a rose gets nourished
Wake up! Cling to the hours of the day, You're going to wish you had laid Down sooner, before the sun said hello.   Pace, faster, keep from running disaster, You're final goals you're after,
I tuck my sadness into bed Maybe when I wake up, Things won’t be so bad   Don’t turn back Don’t forgive me  
While I feel that we should remember the past learn from it mourn it grow from it No one else remembers how. So we drown
  Shallow glimpses,An idyllic panorama.Fields of Elysium, here on earth -As far as the eye can strain.As wide as the voice can throw.   
Next time you see me, I may look the same The same short blonde hair framing a pale face The same bright blue eyes behind the same lenses But don’t be fooled  
Each morning starts with a spark “Thank-you” as each foot steps onto the floor Remembering that days are better Starting with gratitude  
My lips temble and shake.  Every word I try to stip out dies at my lips, or tumbles out in a broken and hollow way. Words can't ever reflect how I feel, and how I feel is empty.   I try so hard to soak in sunlight. 
The beast inside us all are growing. We trudge through the tall landscapes looking for lasting immortality. We judge others for their constellations, and disagree on the faulty moon craters.
White. Just write. On the blank pages. Your life. A story not yet written in stone. They make erasers for a reason. But you wrote in pen. Forget him. While you're begging for him, you're forgetting yourself. Dry your tears.
You were the ghost in my closet. You told me lies in the silence. Sang me songs of violence. The whisperer of pure evil. The flies you spat flew around. As I sold you secrets by the pound.
My heart was a sacred garden. Your stare was the rich soil. Nurturing kisses became the water. Your voice was my everlasting sunshine. My lilacs began blooming into purple rays. Illuminating. Glowing. Weeping. Falling.
Have you ever sat there, In the ice  rain to watch  The droplets crash into the barren ground? The destruction of their perfect form, Beautiful and sad.   Have you ever sat there
I walk into the library, but I do not read.I make lists and lists for someone else to read.They may read it on time, or they may read it late.Am I a student or a teacher? I walk into the classroom, ready to learn.But sometimes I don't.I carry pape
When I grow upI want to be a programmerNot just any kindI want to write video gamesMake a character run or jumpMake a gun fireRemoving bugsGetting feedbackMaking changes
I am a Seed Wanting Longing to be watered, so I can spread my roots into the ground Wanting To be able to dig deep down and build a path towards my own success I am a Seedling Visualizng
  With each passing second I am never the same person I was moments before.
Quiet, gently grow Into strength and purity Until you become
Deep in a forest Where the wind blows Lives the grass, the trees and grow. They strive off of life And they know what is right Here is where the wind blows And the trees and grass grow.
The Wander is a nomad with a purpose. The Wander walks without fear. I hold my heart close, knowing I can trust the tides of the waters rather than lips. The Wander is free.
my father met my mother on the train tracksleading out of Hackensack, New Jersey. she was clad in blue and embossed with blisters;he was wearing a black sweater and had a stumbling tongue. 
You will eventually grow Even if it is really slow With this experience you will have learned All the fears will be overturned  
Get to walking Not a lot of talking Around these students, education roams The most connected of all domes Emory aren't we saying we are connected as a community
A bird cannot leave the nest Without first learning to fly A parachute without hot air Will never reach the sky.   A rocket without fuel Will miss it's chance to meet the moon
Who Am I... I am hopes and dreams The visions of things That people wish to see But may never be Because everyone wants, but no one tries And with no effort, all hope dies
You have to love me for who I become what I create, what I say, what I see, what I give, not what I take. You cannot love me for what I need what I want, what I’ve been given.
The morning is always an intimate piece of work.
Numerous giants stand straight and tall While ignorant mortals to and fro run The sun will soon hide its glorious light From a city that is much too busy Yet superficial stars will still glow
As a baby, I laid and cried in my crib Observing the sunlight peering through my window
I've learned how to speak and to stand on my own two feet
Two little caterpillars sit on a stone Scurrying and hurrying into the unknown. They part separate ways and say their goodbyes, Venturing towards a lurking surprise. Eating their veggies with water to drink,
The lies are all around, foundations piled up This appearance, a reality we choose to keep We’re shutting her out, “improving” on what was made Ripping pieces up, suffocating her
The way we see ourselves is a very powerful thing. It not only builds or breaks the fortress around us it allows others to step into our realms and puncture our castles. It displays vulnerability and hides destruction.
Miss Doctor Professor Mrs. Teacher Mister, Can I show you how much your class means to me 20 years from now? Let me get up and walk out the door Because every second that hangs himself, by his big red hand,
from being five pounds, with chinky brown eyes beset my brows, and being the size that one could hold in their palm,  the constant boohooing, throwing up, setting my teeth in your flesh, or merely kicking and screaming...
Every year; You'll grow one year older. You'll be more mature; And you'll be much bolder.   There is a special time; In every person's life; To experience something new;
I am more than what’s between my legs.   But you’ll never see that because you seem to live there.   Just like every other boy that has walked in and out my life.   Notice I said “boy"  
Be yourself, be who you want to be, need to be, love to be. its whats inside of you growing, needing to sprout, be alive, come alive and show everybody who you really are.
when i get tired (this feeling of lonliness) i close my eyes (come meet me) i walk through my dimly lit mind (everything is empty) and i begin to pray (there you are)
The Little Astronaut   The sorbet horizon slowly faded away Tangerine, lavender & mellow yellows gone
Kindness, integrity and respect                With the heart of shear compassion and determination Giving up will never be an option                 But failing will not be shameful
The conversation in my mind is like the round of applause that rang after your favorite band played that summer. Spirited and wracked with resolution, except in my mind, in strands of complicated arguments.  
  The skin that I am in is my own For it is something that  I could never loan It is the bark on my bones the shell on my back It is the canvas of life for the voice that I lack
Poems stalk through the crowd to where they can be soft to the ear, But somehow the words are very clear  And cleverly placed to where each syllable has a purpose. It resonates deep within.
  Words spill onto the paper from my pen. Words that shape and create new realities. All our secrets here lay bare. Truth made plain in black-and-white. Here there is no maybe. Here everyone is free.
Somebody once handed me a flyer. It read  “YOU EXIST”   The aftertaste of such an idea lasted long beyond the introduction   Existence. A vibrating silhouette of an idea
Little stream through the woods How sad and lonely you must be Tired too though many can’t see You fight and fight to make it through And one day when you finally do In the big ocean you will be
Things keep moving forward. I'm not ready, I'm not grown, I still feel like a child. But i have to move on, have to move up, Or they will leave me behind.
Do you know? That little people grow. I was never told, For no one was so bold, Of those among my foe.
The skies darken And around me The pressure builds With a burst, I feel The first fat drops Of rain as they begin to Fall
Questioning my little love The touch that lifts my fingerprints Nails extend into a point To grab towards a silent look And fasten on the bending lines When I’ve let you in
We can't wait for it to get here, but when it's here it quickly goes away. Reality smacks us in the face when we realize we can't hold on to it.
I have been through... the innocents the confused feeling the love the lies the let down the wishful thinking the love the safe feeling the heart break the sleepless nights
You can't live without love if you've loved, and if love should ever leave, the Heart, unyielding to the Mind's pressing, yearns, and comes to settle for a counterfeit.
I hold on to pain From which nothing is gained Remembering times When I was trampled down Down into the ground Beneath the soil where the bugs lay Instead of rot, I sought reality
Falling down, the fiery leaves plummet to a cold rigid Earth. How time goes so fast, it soars. A gust of wind brings them home, to become a mountain for kids soon to appear.
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