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New HeartLurking deep in the night,
Moon casts a shadow bright.
Shines on the owl in flight,
Radiates peace tonight.

Remains till a new day,
With love here to soon stay.
This joy not to decay,
Melody starts to play.

Pretty until the end,
All of these rules to bend.
His love to each one send,
And a hope to here lend.

Creates a work of art,
That begins from the start.
Each color does a part,
To design this new heart.
Autumn was my first love.October, I follow you -
from the magic lights of New York
to moonshines in Georgia,
until the colors dissolve.
The anxious poetry of autumn
made a memory of me.

Here’s to things I take for granted:
September blues,
chasing airplanes,
country road thunderstorms.
Unspoken words, unwritten ideas.

October, I follow you;
I thought I saw you on the shore
where the river runs through gold
on the last boat leaving the city of a hundred spires -
or perhaps Pittsburgh
(it was the lights I guess).

Here’s to the things we leave behind:
sunbeams in November,
letters addressed to no one,
poems, wounds, dead birds.

I’ve got that summ
Halls of fireHere in the halls of fire,
There lived a female squire.
Whose wisdom would inspire,
With an anger most dire.

As the ice melts away,
This new warmth can here stay.
Throughout the entire day,
Fade from the shade of gray.

Deep in the dark a light,
Lighten the way tonight.
Casting out sparks so bright,
And land here to the right.

Burning the past to ash,
Begin to live your dash.
sisterssisters are
clothes borrowers, fit throwers,
cover stealers, secret keepers
an ename, a friend
a conversation with out end,
sassy, bossy, silly, fussy, pretty,& sweet, tea partys with treats, dress up, mess up, fess up, get punished, fights over nothing, sharers of dreams, a headache, a pain, a princess, a brat, she ruined my hat, i love her, i tease her, she is my family and that means more to me. what would i do with out her
At the time i knew nothing differentAt the time i knew nothing different, I was the class punching bag. I knew the ritual wake up go to school. I knew I wore bad clothing. Tore, scraped, and battered. The teachers turned their heads and the sight of a child like me. They knew what went on those swings or behind that bush. They knew. Those "children" would carve mean names like "Badger face" or "stinky pits". I laughed. I never cried. Show no weakness my dad use to say. Right before he got to the bottom of that bottle. "you're beautiful, honey" you mother would say on that lunch box note. Kids knew I got those, they'd snatch them up and tear it beofre I got to read it. Years and
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Do you enjoy the poem that :iconanim3l0v3r27: and I wrote??? Well, she wrote it; I drew the art...and finished it. :XD: Anyways, this was fun to potray in my imagination. To be honest, I don't know why these girls are wearing dresses--it was in the moment when I was drawing it. I was thinking something different when I was rewriting the original so I could add. Oh well. And fyi: The girl in black is Depression and the girl in blue is this chick->:iconanim3l0v3r27:.
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~meowjar Nov 30, 2009  Professional Interface Designer
Sweet
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~PPGDBlossom Nov 30, 2009  Student Digital Artist
thanks ^-^
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~meowjar Dec 1, 2009  Professional Interface Designer
You're Welcome.
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