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Flare
- looking up in the sky for help, a voice cries out in desperation. But nobody answered
Like a man overboard I cry for help Not to the boat But to the shore In hopes I learn to swim
I know how to swim I just can’t right now I’m not lazy I’m not tired I just cannot swim
I’m trying my best It’s not my feet or my arms They’re flailing as much as possible
I’m making no headway
Nobody listens to the dead
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Woodland creature
Squirrels are very scary They stare me down with their eyes Their nuts say it all
Nostalgia
-Shred it without hesitation; it too, is prepared to sacrifice itself A mark of the future A leaf tumbling with the wind A reminder of the path Such as where it began The birth anew The land askew The conquest broken Such as where it ended A reminder of the chaos A leaf floating in the storm A mark of the past
Bulb
I noticed that I'm sometimes not there, But it doesn't mean that I'm gone I can't say I chose to be gone, But I know I am not here Like a broken bulb does not light up, But the circuit is there but the bulb is gone There is no broken bulb A bulb cannot be broken if it does not exist
An early start
"No father should have to bury their own child" A burial you never meant to see One that was however, Unavoidable by your own expense.
 None quite as sickly as this one. You'll never forget this one, as it'll live with you forever.
 Not as guilt or sadness But a carry on or a backpack Something that you'd think be a burden But it's surprisingly light
 Light with heirlooms Heirlooms others wouldn't dream of Heirlooms you've longed for But now that you have them, You have no need
 You can't get rid of them Whatever shall you do? You'll carry them with you And go to the caravans To show others of your artifacts While they show you theirs
There is nothing to buy, Not even show and tell No, this is not a flea market This is a graveyard
 A graveyard of children And you're carrying your own child The one you saw grow up The one you raised
 Everyone shows you theirs, However, you don't pick one You just stare and think When did I bury this child of mine?
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Interested in what I am writing or my writings?
Head over to TheTappet for more info and to see my writings! The blog is a work in process with the theme, but I will try my best to regularly post poems, stories, prompts, and even my ideas on there for everyone to see.
I have posted my first story on there as well. It is not completed but it is a work in progress! I am proud of what I have so far. Here is a link! It does not have a title. It is Series 1
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