Irene D..

We're off on an adventure
With our lives as our load,
What lies ahead,
Is an open road.
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I killed a fly,
I watched it die,
It's wings did cease its fluttering.
Don't bother me with all the whys,
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Hide and seek, but you'll never find me
I have left and gone into hiding
Where I'm at, nobody knows
Though glimpses you see, as the wind throws
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You've been a victim
A puppet dancing to rythems
Yet you are enlightened
By the fall to sin
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Hurt is a strike that knows me well
The things on which my shoulders fell
And pricked, pricked my heart.
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Darest I open my eyes?
To open my eyes dare I?
For nothing I know of colours mark
Whether I find light or I find dark
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Every second and every moment consumed in the rush
Fogging up to the vagueness of mind; slow, slow, hush...
Why do boxes under trees lie?
The beginning of the day- when one was born to die.
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Sneaky little shivers
Foreign little whispers
Forcing little quivers
Scary little monster
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I`m sorry little childhood girl
For ruining your dream world
And messing things up
Till a heart broke of a little girl
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Willow trees wallowing in misery
Surrounding me in a curtain of green
The wind whistling through in lonely company
And the quiet like a dead, silent scream.
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A ball of fire, shooting flames
In brightness galore, like a lion's mane
Though it is fierce, the blinder, the heat
It is more than by which our eyes see
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The tea kettle whistles in silence's break
Kitchen smells strike my wake
Little smiles the treasure takes
On this bright cold winter morn.
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Many have come, but few survive
Temptations blow, as it strikes our lives.

Many do live, yet in the black of night,
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The small child, invisible,
Has a heart full of loving
The small child, unnoticeable,
Sees something while others see nothing.
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Poppies grow for those who died
In fields of poppies, remembrance lies.
The colour of the flower, a flaming bright red,
Showing a resemblance of the blood they hath shed.
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I will be weak,
I will be strong.
I'll make right choices,
I'll make plenty wrong.
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