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We are two willow trees,
We stand and sway within the breeze.
Wars erupt and kingdoms fall,
Villains rise and hate stands tall,
But through this time and through it all,
We sway.
We sway strong,
Oh, we sway sweet;
We sway high
On willow feet.
Stand with me for eternity,
Become my soul serenity.
Through every dusk and dawn and day,
We shall greatly, safely sway.
We are two willow trees,
We stand and sway within the breeze.
We stand and sway within the breeze.
Wars erupt and kingdoms fall,
Villains rise and hate stands tall,
But through this time and through it all,
We sway.
We sway strong,
Oh, we sway sweet;
We sway high
On willow feet.
Stand with me for eternity,
Become my soul serenity.
Through every dusk and dawn and day,
We shall greatly, safely sway.
We are two willow trees,
We stand and sway within the breeze.
Literature
For A Genius Dying Young
For A Genius Dying Young
I have always pointed out
That stars are brightest when they've died
And that the miracle, that we can still see their light
Is precious. A treasure.
You burn, not like a candle, not like a comet,
You burn like a star.
And when your fire ceases
Your light will still go on
Blessing all of us still under the same night sky
You will be beaming down at us even after we say goodbye.
I will take the end of you
The flutter that will close your eyes
Knowing that everything bright like you
Too quickly and too unfairly
Departs from us and
Dies.
Shining, showing, growing soft
Dimming, but bright enough a torch
To Ill
Literature
Happy
You looked. I glanced. We met. I smiled. You smiled back. A sentence here. A metaphor there. A memory we both found beyond repair. I shared. You listened. You shared. I heard. You paused. And then I kissed you.
We're happy.
Fingers pressed skin. Then danced apart. I teased. You laughed. You joked. I grinned. Stairwells were dreamcatchers. Stars were destinies. Guitars became epiphanies. More words. More memories. More to admit. More to regret. You were damaged. I was broken.
We're happy.
You stopped smiling. I didn't laugh. Words began to go unspoken. Regrets emerged. Fingers didn't touch. Lips faltered. Stairwells were nightmare holders.
Literature
Nameless
I walk out of the tattoo parlor, clutching my wrist, thinking the money was well-spent. My friends walk quickly down the steps, eager to eat, be full. At the next story down there is a man huddled in the corner, ripped, dirty coat wrapped tight around his crumpled frame, worn out sneakers, stained sweatpants, fraying gloves.
My friends don't really notice him, or pretend not to, but my heart squeezes a bit as I turn the corner, clutching my wrist, believing my money was well-spent. But at the third step I shudder with selfishness, heartlessness, pray to God that I don't turn into judgment and lack of humility.
I swivel around, nearly fal
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beautiful <3