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  • claralynne 13w

    TO & FRO

    To and Fro.
    One minute high. The next, low.
    Stop. And Go.
    Riding the plateau.
    What was once water where'd we'd row
    Suddenly turns to ice, cold as snow.
    Our story-- what do we have to show?
    In the bitter cold, how will we grow?
    I guess that's just for the universe to know.
    Just how much can our love undergo.
    I guess I'll just go with the flow.
    To and fro.
    If only we could go back to, "hello".

  • claralynne 13w

    Sunday Sadness

    I wish the sun would go away.
    I wish I had the words to say.
    All I do is lay.
    An inner child is dying to play.
    Most rest.
    Pass money on a tray.
    Life in disarray.
    Skies are painted grey.
    Nostalgic memories begin to fray.
    For our sins, we eventually pay.

  • claralynne 13w

    Rusted Fork

    Her heart had become hollow; she felt a bit mad.
    Cage door open, yet she would wallow.
    What she thought would heal her had become hard to swallow.

    Existing in space, yet not alive.
    Reality would sting, she dare not leave her hive.
    A soul sweet as honey. A mind like a flower.
    Neverending storms; she could not fathom their power.
    Her battered blooms in battle to survive.
    The light of the sun within her she desperately tried to revive.

    Spectacles of illusion rest upon her face.
    Clad in chains, she danced; in dangled locks and lace.
    Among diamonds, she thought she was. Like Lucy in the sky.
    The moon watched her perish at night. The stars watched her die.

    A perception resembing a kaleidoscope of gloom.
    Heart shaped leaves and white blooms had adorned her tomb.

    What she thought would heal her had become hard to swallow.
    A rusted fork in the road, to the universe, she pleaded, "Please tell me which path to follow."

  • claralynne 13w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 8 word short write-up on Mystery

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    Into nothing, I gaze. Unknown seeks to amaze.