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Two cartoony tigers,
Friends for life,
Who live in a house
That bounces all night.
Two giants,
Father and son.
One smart,
One dumb,
One is mean,
One is bullied.
A pine tree,
Couldn't sleep,
my eyes restless
as my mind whirs in frustration.
Why?
Why?
You left me
and have let me go,
but I still can't
grasp
reality.
All day
Flowing, flying
Through the shadows
Of my
Very
Being.
Thinking.
Wanting
To escape
And find a
Temporary home
To stay in.
Flying, flowing.
You don't own me..
My past is dead. It holds no meaning
What happened happened. I need to be free of it;
I need to believe in feelings that are true,
That are beautiful, that are real.
Blue Skies
Blue goodbyes
But don't fret
we've still got plenty yet
we'll throw a plane
and fly a ball
Now lets all ride the
Hopisticall
He's blue and red
and furry all over
I walk through the empty room, cold and scared. It is dark in the room, but not the door. Underneath it shines a light that is glared. Its brightness is something not to ignore.
Do not use your words as knives.There are too many people with open wounds,Self inflicted lacerations,Bleeding freely.
I can talk a lot, Now.
But it was poetry that taught me how.
Before my sentences were jumbled up phrases only I could understand,
With with minimal explaining.
Poetry and Me
By Colleen Preston
Poetry and me
Just simply came to be.
Like wind beneath my wings,
