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The sun rises in the distance
Cascading over the open ocean
Until the rippling waves
Shatter the golden light
Into a million glittering pieces
And scatter them all across
The surface of the water
When night stretches over the sky
I ascend the lighthouse's steps
And shine its column of light
On the crashing waves below
Trying to recreate the phenomenon
That happens every new morning
But it just isn't the same
Before I know it, dusk has arrived
And I must switch off the light
I can always try again tomorrow night
And I will keep on trying
Until I successfully reproduce the magic
Performed by the rising sun
But for now all I can do
Is walk down the lighthouse's steps
And watch the spectacle happen once more
Cascading over the open ocean
Until the rippling waves
Shatter the golden light
Into a million glittering pieces
And scatter them all across
The surface of the water
When night stretches over the sky
I ascend the lighthouse's steps
And shine its column of light
On the crashing waves below
Trying to recreate the phenomenon
That happens every new morning
But it just isn't the same
Before I know it, dusk has arrived
And I must switch off the light
I can always try again tomorrow night
And I will keep on trying
Until I successfully reproduce the magic
Performed by the rising sun
But for now all I can do
Is walk down the lighthouse's steps
And watch the spectacle happen once more
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Breaking the Schedual
Wake up, Shower, brush teeth, get dressed, make breakfast, bring mom food; she won't get up, wake up Sophie, feed her, get her ready (be quiet, we don't want to wake up dad), pack our lunches, take the back door (dad was hung-over in the front room), take Sophie to grade school, go to high school, Math, Science, Religion (what a bunch of crap), Lunch, Art, leave as fast as possible, pick up Sophie; mom never will, take her home (we can use the front door, dad's already at the bar), make supper, help Sophie with her homework, put her to bed, do own homework (in my room; dad comes home at eleven), go to bed, let Sophie crawl into my bed (anothe
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november14th.
i never had an actual birthday where i could sit back and reflect on what the world has given me thus far. i've never had the teenager-themed "surprise parties" and the traditional gift-giving, pinata-hitting, pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey slash spinthebottle games that dash away reality for the given special day. sunsets and silhouette dreams that smash reality into confetti and funfetti-half ass made birthday cake with the number of ages presented into falling-apart icing. i never understood why society would celebrate a passing year when ultimately the person is getting closer to growing into obligations of responsibilities.
but for mothers
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Poems
Once in an era ship sailed beyond
They sank below the eternal blue
And their mark would be left
As the eternal blue grew so did the mark
Once in a lifetime story are told
Their story was what left of them
The eternal touch they left for us
Untold truth remembered for Tomorrow
Remembered mistake kept for tomorrow
Keeping away the waiting beast
If the beast awake soon death follow
Keeping keys locked and answers be lost
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Just a silly little thing I wrote last night. I was originally going to use this title for a more serious piece but that never came to fruition.
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