

ImageryThe smell of impending rain hung in the air. They gray haze drowned out the once vibrant colors of the playground and a cold wind silenced the quiet laughter of the children who were now nothing but a mere memory. The only sound to be heard was the pathetic creaking of a decrepit swing set crying out for a squirt of oil. The high-pitched screeching was not caused by a movement of the chilled and apathetic air, but generated from a small child. The youngster slumped limply in the chair, her raven hair hiding her from the world, her eyes drained of their usually vivid emerald color. The only thing that separated her form an abandoned rag doll wImagery
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I amI am a poet who drowns herself in music I wonder why people can’t comprimise I hear broken hearts crying out in pain I see minds deprived of tolerance and understanding I want to chase away the pain and sorrow of the world I am a poet who drowns herself in musicI am
I pretend that the tears of others don’t affect me I feel my soul lightening with each stroke of a pen I touch the notes swirling around my heart as the beat pounds in my head I worry that money and fame will mean more to the singer than the music I cry when the beat stops and I have to face reality I am a poet w
Devious Comments
But, can't hide this:
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You ain't but shit.
Once you realize this, then you can move forwards.
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