Nostalgia revisited

(The sky at 5:30 this morning, or somewhere thereabouts)

Skipping over puddles,

They vibrated with our giggles

Slam dunks in waste baskets

Crunchy sound of wheels on gravel,

On a cold wind blown night

A stare-down with the freelance tomcat

Occupied rainy days

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Falling from the Moon

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Falling from the moon,

The stars said Ah!  the earth cried see you soon.

It did not seem so far when I had started out

But now as it goes on I begin to have some doubt.

The twinkling stars whizzed by

As I waved the moon goodbye.

I felt that I could fly

Felt I could zoom up and light the sky.

I began to shudder and shake,

What if I hit the earth too soon, would I would break.

STUPID BITCH

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There she is that thing in the corner. She opens her mouth making her life more forlorner. Stupid and ugly is she, tired and tearful she longs to be free. But no for she is that thing in the corner.

THE WARRIOR WITHIN

I shall not run I shall not hide, I’ll face the void with my eyes open wide. I shall call up my warrior from within and hone my sword the battle to begin.

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If I must make sense of what is my worth. I shall do it now I shall justify my time on earth.

Each time the void comes for me I make the mistake of either drowning or trying to flee. Why do I do this time after time  both paths are futile I end up broken, spent and feeling vile.

I shall not flinch this time. I will win I can answer to my failures  and each and every sin. I do not want to stand alone but stand I must. Be I only skin and bone.