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Poetry

-Spring-
The heavy clouds gobble up the scant rays of sunshine,
Only letting through their own wet minions.
No matter how much of a fight that sunshine puts up,
No matter how many times it tries to convince the clouds that they'll finally lose,
The clouds still win.

The sunshine begins to recede, 
Finally accepting the fact that the clouds have won.


Only then, is that sunshine able to see the sky in its entirety.
Only then, are those little rays of sunshine able to see
That there is more to the sky than just those clouds.





-Just a few words-
Some people talk too much and say too little.
The words come out, but the information hesitates,
Not quite sure if it’s even supposed to be there.
Their words are like mountains in comparison to the 
“average English language.”
Reaching to such incredible heights, 
that no one dares to climb to the top.
No one has the guts to fully scale the massiveness 
of the mountain, 
or the word.
It amazes me that someone who can talk as fast as the wind,
Has the innate skill of saying everything and nothing, 
all at the same time.
The thoughts come out as syllables.
Blank. Empty. Syllables.
With no meaning at all.
A monotone string of letter, after letter, after letter . . .
Wanting to mean something,
Wanting to say something important,
But never really saying anything at all.



-I write what I know-
I’m a writer and I write what I know.
I write to give light to the things I don’t show.
The dragon in my heart, the knight in my soul,
These are all things, I think you should know.

I’ve learned through the years to write what’s unsaid,
To write about things that most people dread.
What happens when zombies take over the world?
Or a teenage boy cries over some stupid girl.

To tell what it feels like to live life alone,
Trying and trying thinking your chances are blown.
To see the hardships we face every day,
From a new point of view, see it someone else’s way.

I’m a writer and I write what I know,
The people I see, and the places I go.
The adventures I have and the things that I see, 
I write them all down because that’s just me.
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