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Erin B Poetry: Random Thoughts and Things
Her bright eyes shine and elven voice sings.
My finger drums as his chopping thrums.
The happiness of children is so free and wild; The ease of their life remains secure.
Their voices are filled
With small pricks of hope and
They are always so demure.
Her eyes and her voice shine on me to break away
from the monotony of another day.
My Beautiful Daughter
My head spins with
The colorful chaos.
My fingers jump and wrists twist.
My rhythm is steady and melody
From deep inside.
My arms are prancing
Back and forth.
Side to side.
My eyes drift out of focus.
Up and down
Around and around.
All my strength melts
Into the ivory keys,
And blends into one sound.
Loud then soft.
Powerful then faint.
My eardrums pound
Like a hailstorm on a wooden roof.
Adrenaline flows swiftly
To the tips of violet fingernails.
Hear the singing,
Feel the harmony.
Sweet solitudes soft sighing
Fills the air with hushes
hailing in the heaven's highest sky.
The clouded caress of the closest color
Continues to carefully creep
Through your eyes,
Turning the tension into
tranquil tides of ease.
The comfort has seeped out again,
Leaving behind aching attacks of anxiety
Akin to worried stress, and
The never-ending surprises every day!
The sudden acceleration of nerves
Causes tension to rise up,
Swallowing the calm within.
As I continue to search
For my own haven,
the ring of hate
Grows darker, and shrouds me
In layers thick and rough.
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- Poetry: Cloudy with a Chance of Sparrows
Change comes swift like a sparrow or slow like a grinding boulder.
She's a goddess or maybe a queen and It seems as if she lives in a bubble
Of pure yellow gold sunshine. If you get close enough, you'll be inside it too.
There are sprinkles of smiles scurrying to grant her every wish.
Her wish is unselfish and unyielding to herself.
Anything and everything comes together When she speaks one single word
Coating every hateful person with magic. Love for them that she will always have,
Love that is returned.This angel seems a haven for lonely,Sad people.
They will all smile When they happen to glance her way.
She is almost out of reach, but I know that she is real.
Struggling to survive in the midst of turmoil, her sunshine hanging on
In threads. There is only one wish I ask of you, my dearest friend.
I wish to know your secret to the warmth of sun you bring.