shape
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I have a gift:
The gift of changing myself.
I can be anything,
Anyone.
I can be family or stranger,
Friend or foe.
I have a gift.
I can choose to show it
Or not.
She, falling in love before
and he, to depart without
a bye so good
darkened Her heart from red
to gray and further to black
it was as if death
The beautiful shine of your golden skin---It nearly blinds my eyes.Surrounded by a crown of golden leaves,
Calculus
Homework is
Like some sort of poetry
It expands somewhat in the middle
Then is gradually, thouroughly
Simplified until it is quite
Manageable once
Again
(Read in triplets, so "Tri-pl-et, Tri-pl-et; Ti-be-li; In-to-the light-comes-the ...")
~ ~ ~
Chaos, disorder, and darkness, beyond
lies a great expanse of wilder and here
there is naught a trace of clearness or form
Who are you to judge the shape or size?
Who are you to laugh at someones insecurites?
Who are you?
You are nothing. Imagine if that were you. How would you feel?
