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Sometimes when I watch the sunrise
I imagine the first sunrise of all time
With so much potential for love
In the pure light of that dawning sunshine
God, you have given life to us
I see endless love in the tears that you cry
I am ready to drown within them
But you spared me today, I didn’t die
Sometimes when I see her smiling
I hope it’s because she is thinking of me
Maybe that time we watched the sunset
Or perhaps some other loving memory
God, I can see something in her
That no one else seems to be able to see
I just ask that when she prays to find love
You will direct her thoughts towards me
Sometimes when we watched the sunset
I’d imagine the last sunset of all time
My soul would not be cast into darkness
As your love would illuminate mine
God, today you will take my life from me
And as one last sun will sink in to the sea
Though I thank you for my life and for her love
Now is my time to become a memory
I imagine the first sunrise of all time
With so much potential for love
In the pure light of that dawning sunshine
God, you have given life to us
I see endless love in the tears that you cry
I am ready to drown within them
But you spared me today, I didn’t die
Sometimes when I see her smiling
I hope it’s because she is thinking of me
Maybe that time we watched the sunset
Or perhaps some other loving memory
God, I can see something in her
That no one else seems to be able to see
I just ask that when she prays to find love
You will direct her thoughts towards me
Sometimes when we watched the sunset
I’d imagine the last sunset of all time
My soul would not be cast into darkness
As your love would illuminate mine
God, today you will take my life from me
And as one last sun will sink in to the sea
Though I thank you for my life and for her love
Now is my time to become a memory
Literature
Two Years Later
She asked him gently, “Do you love me?”
In his long silence, she found closure,
And left her love under a willow tree.
Literature
five second suicide
and as i pour myself out on these canvases
i drip over the edges, spilling dots of
absence on the hungry earth.
they call me jane doe,
and i am not art.
every evening, i close the door,
close my eyes, disassemble.
slowly, i've become fleeting.
i float, my feet don't touch the ground.
how can i crash?
i fade, i dissolve,
but i've lost the motive to explode.
there's no glory in my death;
i leave no trace of the dramatic.
a man on the train last tuesday
nudged me, apologized, and carried on his way.
he's the last person who's
spoken to me since then.
we hit a notch in the tracks,
the car wobbled.
i stared at him silently,
counting the infini
Literature
Let the Fall Make You Stronger.
"Hey! Are you all right?"
"Sure, why wouldn't I be?"
"Um...because you just fell from the roof of the hou-"
"See, that's where you're wrong. I didn't fall. The floor challenged me and I accepted."
"And how did that go for you?"
"The floor won. But only because it had the advantage."
"Of being non sentient and vast in size, along with the fact that there is a freaking storm out!!"
"Nope. I just attacked from the wrong position."
"Backwards?"
"I overestimated my skills."
"I'll say. You're bleeding!"
"Only a little. Ask me again."
"What?"
"If I'm fine."
"Are you?"
"Nope."
"Is it because you're bleeding?"
"You're supposed to ask
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I love this! Can I use it for a school work? I need to interpret a poem from any author for a slam. I will give you credit