Blow wind blow
It's only two steps ahead
The cottage I seek
To escape this white dread

The swirling the whirling
The whiffs of sacred bear
The boundires I cross
For the life I hold dear

I can't lift my feet
In fear of being blown
Into the distant valley
And by snow overgrown

I cannot move an inch
My body is frail and tense
I struggle with every muscle
Just to stay in sense

The snowstorm endlessly rages
Sometimes for nights and days
In the middle of this blizzard
A stubborn being stiffly sways

Sways between cottage and cliffs
Sways between life and death
Gathers all remaining power
Everything there is left

Sleeping with one eye open
Standing without rest
Could the storm please end soon?
That would be for the best.

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So soft, so groomed and dull
The detective in my skull
He looks for things I've lost within
Things I will never find

And he will never find
Because it's a big mess - my mind
He's lost in the system
He's beyond the suns shine

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I admire, the man
Who invented, fire
Elevation, to new levels
Higher and Higher

I doubt a firefighter
Could ever shine brighter
From the very first matchbox
To the cromiest crimson lighter

I tell no talltales
Without fiction or fails
No fairtales prevail
In the land of science

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Should I use a spoon?
Should I use a fork?
Should I use chopsticks?
Should I use a spork?

Should I use my hands
Should I use my feet?
What should I use
To properly eat

Poetry by Me

Now?
Or maybe then?
Or not.

Poetry by Me

Dogs bark
Cows moo
The deaf -
Sing in silent tunes

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I sit
Within
My walls
So thin

And find
In my
Thoughts
Nothing.

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I was born once
I weighed but an ounce
But I crouched like a tiger
Awaited my prey to pounce

I saw a mark of wilderness
I sat upon it's edge
Studied the sun arrising
Over our green grown hedge

I crawled over landscapes
And climbed till I fell
I did not know bout heaven
I wasn't scared of hell

So many sentences to say
But not words to them tell
Then I grow up
And to my childhood say farewell

Now I slowly grow wise
Everyday to my demise
For the day I know it all
I spend my future life.

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Fire harms grass
Water harms fire
So many disfunctions
In the figures we admire

Wind harms metal
Metal harms flesh
Let creatures fight
Until there are none left

Electricity harms metal
Water harms energy
In the creatures we trust
In them we believe

So many different types
And the just get more
The creatures we love
The monsters we adore.

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She held the box
In a tender white hand
Innoccent and unknowing
About our trade with demand

Her face was puzzled
She showed no signs of fear
Her hand raised towards the lid
And the end was near

And she opened the box
Out came a white fox
Out came chickenpox
A cane with loud clocks

Ships crowded at the docks
Cars filled the streets
In our empty fridges
There was no food to eat

And the world sank deep
Into hell and fire
The devil arose
And he just rose higher

By Rosemarys school
There sang a silent quire
So I greatly admire
My panelpadded floor.

Poetry by Me