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Friends or Family
I was asked this question by my sister in the afternoon “Who’s more important, your friends or your family?” As someone with a lot of love to give, I answered “both” She looked at me as if I went crazy She reasoned that everybody else would pick their family I knew that, yet that didn’t…
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Forms of Friendship
Some friendships are formed immediately They may have common interests or goals that bind their souls to one another Every day as luminescent as the glitter dropping from their laughter They are so much the same, yet so very different They can read minds, hearts, bodies, and souls at all times Their souls ascending to…
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Light in the Dark
The light in the dark That is what I will be for you Whether I am the light that guides you out of the dark depths of reality’s cruel battles Or I am the darkness that calms you down when your light is too bright to bear | No matter where you are, where you…
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Fight of My Life
On the battlefield Many people must take lives In order to win | Blood is never shed Only two soldiers exist Determining fate | Swords shine in the sun Stabbing one another’s heart Until growing bored | Fighting for our lives Yet we will often wonder “When can I give up?” | Is this fight…
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Hula Hoop
Riiiiiing! The bell rang The children pushed their chairs down, dashed from their tables, and hit the road, Jack They sprinted faster than lightning until their legs didn’t know what the words “slow down meant” It was finally recess, a chance to relieve oneself and take a break Yes, it was the first day of…
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Quiet Times
I just want to let you know Whenever we’re inside or outside And the day is as warm as fun, A day where we get to play outside In the flowers By the calming beaches Singing melodies of our hearts Or when it’s cold and tranquil We’re stuck at home Curled up by the fire…
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The Greener Grass
You will be gone soon I will watch as I have to jump across the fence Out of your sullen, dark field of misery The brownish blades of grass too tired to keep standing The clouds covering the sky without a silver lining I must jump across the white, picket fence and catch a few…
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