she doesn't seem the same
but not unfamiliar in many ways
her colors are all askew
but she doesn't look a thing like you
the sweet smell of spring in the air
grass flowing as long as your hair
when the clouds breath lightening
and you feel a slight tightening
you know you've got to go
he seems like he's having fun
staring blankly at the unforgiving sun
at least he can talk to the trees
and share direct cognitive memories
the trips to the store are never a bore
not when there's life we have to adored
and the streets are paved with moving sound
and the skies are tasting a little loud
or at least don't you know?
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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