life
I tired to hold on
gave you my heart
but it was never good enough
clug to broken dreams
put faith in simple things
only to find
a breaking point
that would ruin things
more then we could for see
so what if this life
is empty and meaningless
would that really be ‘bad’
as we’re inclined to think it is?
doesn’t all our pain seem to
result from attaching meaning
to meaningless things?
when we dream, no matter
how ludicrous and looney
things can be we…
I tired to hold on
gave you my heart
but it was never good enough
clug to broken dreams
put faith in simple things
only to find
a breaking point
that would ruin things
more then we could for see
I am broken like glass
the break
spreading like a virus
a poison through my veins
reminding me of who I used to be
before you meet me
in this tired state
of misguided judgement
as the tears fall down my face
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With Lilo and Stitch, I learned the value of family and friendship;
With Tinker Bell, I learned that it is never too late to correct an error,
With the Sleeping Beauty, I learned that when something has to happen it will happen, it may take a little time, but is it worth the wait,
With Shrek, I learned that you need not be perfect to have a happy ending
With Toy Story, I learned that no matter how much time passes, the friendship is true, it will last forever
With SpongeBob I learned that if I believe, all my dreams can become reality,
In Monsters Inc., I learned that friendship can happen between the most distinct people,
With Beauty and the Beast, I learned that love has nothing to do with appearance but with what exists within your heart,
And from this post I learned that no one knows the difference from animated pictures and cartoons.
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Eyes like a pen;
Blue ink that stains, but fades
with time-
E n d l e s s in its smooth supply
of momentary relief
to the poet’s sigh.
Hands like wire,
S
p in
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l
r ain and out
of spaces-
Drilled ones forced into the skin;
Like clockwork, you left and drilled-
Again and again.
Words like words,
said and often written down
on pages-
The loose leafs you collected,
and bound with your wiry hands-
Though I
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c
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d.
Jade A. Rivers