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pinkrobot

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  1. I just finished "The Stand" by Stephen King. I haven't read much Stephen King and I thought it was great...although, I was troubled by the ending as I tried to fall asleep last night. Should have waited until morning to finish it.
  2. Oh my gosh, that book requires about five boxes of Kleenex.
  3. There was a time when I could have said It feels like we’ve known each other forever. Now, I might say It feels like we’ve never met. Friendships That feel like dreams— Did we really Once flop over in the yard, sitting cross-legged, sharing different shades of pink nail polish? Was it real when we Played hide and seek and hid in strangers’ back yards, feeling clever and triumphant and mischievous and hoping we weren’t still waiting to be found when the sun went down? Can you remember when we Argued over who got to be the pink Power Ranger? Isn’t it funny how we Wrote notes to each other in sparkly gold ink and folded them into cute little origami shapes? Wasn’t it weird when most of our conversations Were about boys and kissing and wanting to be all grown up? Wasn’t it strange when we Started getting into trouble?—not the kind of trouble where our parents grounded us, but when the police caught us and the judge sentenced us? Wasn’t it surprising When we realized they were all just memories, buried, fading, the way dreams begin to fade upon waking? Isn’t it sad how we Share these memories but It feels like we’ve never met?
  4. Nothing seems peaceful in a place like this. At the count of three the lockdown begins: Thoughts bound by chains to the walls of the mind, Stuck in transition from paranoia to Solace. Somewhere in the background, hands are clapping And you bow as your performance ends, Trying to find your audience in the twilight that surrounds you. Shadows, dancing on walls, Growing, Stretching, feeding Off of scraps of light bending as you race Through what was once only night time, and nothing more. Now, it is purgatory, Eating the figments of your imagination that kept you sane, Sweeping up the hopeful trail of bread crumbs Meant to guide you home. Dueling your madness, You draw the only weapon you have. A dream of a place with no walls, No shadows, No audience. Solace. Night time, consoled by figments of your imagination. Nothing more.
  5. Chains like water, break open, free me from this cage rusty from the rougher days I've never been this brave. Words like windows, show truth moves ever slow deadened by the lies once told that changed how feelings grow. Peace, so hollow, stands helpless in your hands, desperate to meet the demands of inevitable plans. Time so slow, rewinds endlessly until it finds fears that I have left behind that linger in my mind. Love like water, breaks open, free me from this cage rusty from the rougher days I've never been this brave.
  6. Amazing. I love it! You definitely have a way with lyrics, that's for sure.
  7. I want to make footprints in the water. Dents in the mountains. Holes in the sky. I want to hear the air talk. The rain sing. The sunshine laugh. I want to videotape my dreams. Bring my writings to life. Throw my fears down a well. I want to run while standing still. Laugh while crying. Swim while drowning. I want to hear the thoughts of the moon. The voices of the trees. The hum of the clouds. I want to trade places with my reflection. Shake hands with my shadow. Dance free of my bones. I want to shatter the unbreakable. Mend the irreparable. Reverse the irreversible. But mostly, I want To make footprints in the water.
  8. I don't feel protected by the armor that I wear. In a battle of patience, nothing can shield me as well as a second of composure-- something that, while under the trance of a heartbeat, is impossible. Or, at least, unattainable. Prepared for combat, I skip stones on a sea of illusions while I ponder my next move. Camouflage fading, heart racing, insecurities breaking, I begin to run, shedding the armor that once supported me.
  9. First attempt at rhyming? Not bad at all! I only like rhyming poems when they don't use really commonly rhymed words (like "sad" and "mad" or "day" and "way") and you did a great job with the wording of this poem.
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