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The Balloons From HeavenThe Balloons From Heaven It is Mother’s Day each year when my family went to see my Granny’s grave. Or at least we were supposed to. We were always so busy that every year we usually just forgot. But this year was different. This year we lost the last of elderly family members. We missed them all so much that we determined to drive there. Granny was the most important one to us, and we felt that she deserved a visit that was long due. It was the long drive to Pinelawn Cemetery which took me back to the days when Granny was the loving centerpiece of our family. I got out pictures of her from her childhood in Jersey to look at oThe Balloons From Heaven
by ~torniquets
Eve At Market StreetIn a cold, lonley apartment The end of December, Christmas Eve A young child looks out an icy window Waiting for the guests to gatherEve At Market Street
The snow bristles onto the grassy front lawn Giant footsteps bring friendly faces Suddenly the apartment rings with warmth Relatives arrive and greet the table The room is filled to the brim with pleasant smiles
Red and gold shimmer around the table Rivers of wine and ale fill the ocean of glasses Stories are shared, the guests reminisce Of trips in the summer and memories in the mist
Mozzarell', bruschett' and pa
by ~torniquets
brokeni heard a shout from your bedroom a postcard from the past appeared inside you were sleeping peacefully the record player resounding in and out of our livesbroken
i heard a tear in the yard a vibrant playground of joy now a desolate field of lost dreams and plans
i heard a crack from the basement the ceiling itched and and began to cry the tears collected on the fragmented floor this house knows i'm incapable of saying goodbye
by ~torniquets
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Confusing LoveThe stars shone bright the apples were red as flame and as green as grass. The fire was as red and hot as the sun itself.Confusing Love
Drums, drums, drums that beat a complicated beat.
Music, music, both of our passion. Singing and playing, there is not difference, as long as the goal is the same.
Roasting marshmallows with friends, feeling the ooze of the sugar fall from more sugary goodness.
Lights, lights, in the water.
Throwing stones to light up the night.
Is this love? Is this what I must learn to live with? Is this hom
by ~EgyptianWolf
The Bird that Never WasAn egg A single egg... How it soared... How it crashed... How it gushed... How sad I was to see it no longerThe Bird that Never Was
It would've turned out to be a beautiful bluejay, awe-ing it's audiance, or a cardinal, a blood red cardinal, that makes the dull hue of the sky vibrant with color. Perhaps it would've been a hawk? A glorious hawk! Or maybe even an eagle! An eagle so regale one would bow in it's prescence.
But whose to say it would not have been a sparrow? The humble sparrow, the poor sparrow, yet happy in finding it's own love. Or the crafty crow? What of them? Surely there is a
by ~EgyptianWolf
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I'm on Florida lol.
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he left me at my windowsill with the
winter-time sniffles
and a half-empty box of scratchy store-brand clouds.
he left the new york skyline
and the coral coloured trees
that littered the skirts of all of his
ex-girlfriends.
(c) EgyptianWolf
ERIKA WHOREDOWD
SWEDISH FISH
CATRIN AND THE MIDGET
and thats it.
Jk.
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he left me at my windowsill with the
winter-time sniffles
and a half-empty box of scratchy store-brand clouds.
he left the new york skyline
and the coral coloured trees
that littered the skirts of all of his
ex-girlfriends.
(c) EgyptianWolf
XD
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I'll cut you!....With *.:LoVe:.*
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Every bo~day in the club eatin' chips~ 8D
jk.
<3 xD
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he left me at my windowsill with the
winter-time sniffles
and a half-empty box of scratchy store-brand clouds.
he left the new york skyline
and the coral coloured trees
that littered the skirts of all of his
ex-girlfriends.
(c) EgyptianWolf
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