Don't believe the hype. Wish I could write the world serene but I'm so the rhetoric queen Chaos in Converse caught in a cycle unbearable always on the wrong side of pride haunted by the god damn ghost of poetry past Everything I see is juxtaposed and out of contrast I can't even remember the colors of empathy co-existing with my inner ugly?
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Yes, I wish I could write the world serene Some can converse with plants, See them wave in the breeze, Hear their sweet voices grow. Some can whisper to water, Control waves and rivers flow, Hear the trickle of it whisk by. Some can talk to the spirits, They speak to those long gone, Hear the echoes of memories. There are those who have magic, Those who have powers and skills, Those who are helpful and knowledgeable. I am not one of those people.
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I have no skill, no power, no magic. I am painfully dull, I am nothing.
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I can not talk with spirits, I can not control water, I can not converse with plants, I can not speak to the earth, And I can not call to the winds. I have nothing I can do.
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I believe in magic and spirits. Sleeping, and the thought of you is my bed. I guess i'll just have to count stars, until i fall asleep, count the specks on my white ceiling, count the times your name flies through my mind like it's being thrown by a major league baseball player, as fast as falling stars, traveling through space, secretly wishing temptation wasn't as bad of a word people make it out to be.
Goodnight, Counting stars helps sometimes. Att- Peaches hope you sleep well. On that day which caused my voice to disappear, All those around me rejoiced and had a feast, celebrating this moment The words I say brought people tremor, fear or just pure hatred, Everyone hated them the moment I moved my lips to convey along side them in hope to find someone who could become even a friend.
I was of course wrong all along, deserted for the reason that they found what I said in some sense weird or obscure, maybe irrational, Was it my means or my purpose that scared them away? My looks or my style of conveying to appear more likable to them? If Apple Books doesn't open, click the Books app in your Dock. Do you already have iTunes? Click I Have iTunes to open it now.
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