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Dear Prince CharmingIf only "if-onlys" extended beyond my dreams I'd run straight to your arms If only "if-onlys" were realities You'd keep me safe from harm But I forgot: Life's not a fairytale storyDear Prince Charming
If only "if-onlys" were more than a wish on a star I'd be your princess If only "if-onlys" were not quite so far You'd love me more than the rest But I forgot: Life's not a fairytale story
[chorus] I'm tired of wishing and waiting for you This damsel is not in distress I'll slay my own dragons and take on the world And you cannot make me feel less
It's not
by ~wilesofstarlight
3:58 a.m.3:58 a.m.3:58 a.m.
Dear God, tonight my ideas run, thought tendrils melt, in Your safe arms;
conscious only of
You: mighty, majestic, and my loving Father.
by ~wilesofstarlight
Please don't ask me to...Please don’t ask me to name a poem when I don’t know my name.Please don't ask me to...
I am
running apart falling away and wondering why nobody notices.
– not complaining, mind, wondering.
but it’s okay, I tell my self? because
even I can’t think
of any good reason to care about
me.
at least not much. okay, maybe a little.
see, there’s this little side note
by ~wilesofstarlight
Inside Out: A MetamorphosisIt's funny how such momentous things start off with seemingly innocuous decisions. Drip, drop, and the ocean's overflowing.Inside Out: A Metamorphosis
Me, I decided to live. Such a simple thing, really. Dime a dozen, lives running around on this earth. Well, they're worth more than that, but they really only matter when they intersect with each other, warp and weft intertwined and the loom weaving, clack, bang, thunder rolls and calls us home.
Not so sure where home is now. This deciding to live business has run me into circles and out onto new paths. Not terribly well worn paths, either. But it suits me; I can tell that much. I'm growing, sp
by ~wilesofstarlight
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The ChildrenWe saw nothing strange about the children conceived after the fire that destroyed our village. Women worked and waited through their nine months as usual. Huts and yards were rebuilt as winter swallowed autumn. The charcoal-scarred ground beneath our new huts was rubbed clean by bare feet and mud. As summer burned through the green of spring, the women gave birth. Only the midwife murmured her surprise; seven births in two days. Four girls, three boys.The Children
They grew into a gaggle of half-naked screaming children. Seven wild eyed creatures who ran through the village for the first four years of the
by ~findmeastorm
The Language of BirdsThere has not been a customer in days and the rusty scent of dust has overpowered the scent of gasoline.The Language of Birds
The man feels his crevice covered hands
through fingers feeling leather, feels
his overgrown face feeling leather and moss.
He works alone and spends his days
growing his beard, for nesting perfection
for the yellow bird which keeps his fingers
occupied. He is learning the language
of birds for coaxing the yellow one back home. He writes lines of poetry
on the wall behind him and translates, and
by ~MGBarrera
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find me a storm where the wild winds blow.
it has never failed to make me feel better, and i am horrified that it has taken this long to thank you for giving me the words that have brightened several unhappy days.
so.
thank you.
really.
I am also sorry that I have taken so long to respond. My college blocks dA, and this is the first time I've been home this semester. But I'm glad, because that means more of your writings to read. (:
Vaya con Dios.
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For me, deciding to live had greater repercussions than a kettledrum solo.
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There is no reason to life; there are only reasons to live.
Lovely to "meet" you, Marisa. I'm Corinne.
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For me, deciding to live had greater repercussions than a kettledrum solo.
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There is no reason to life; there are only reasons to live.
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For me, deciding to live had greater repercussions than a kettledrum solo.
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There is no reason to life; there are only reasons to live.
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