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Beltane
Butterflies
Flash in the Clouds
Storm
Rain
Love
Ah, Boredom
To Pry
Somebody
Looking Down
Blood
Beltane
Spring has sprung and Beltane's come
Life begins anew
No longer's Terra cold and numb
But now all things renew
Plants burst forth from the fertile soil
Once more the Earth's won Winter's toil
Now we enjoy the warmer weather
No longer tied by home hearth's tether
Now watch as nature runs it's course
And feel Earth Mother's loving force
I thank her for her nurture now
To treasure life will be my vow
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Butterflies
Butterflies are pretty;
they flutter and fly;
I want to be a butterfly.
Their simple life,
happy and free,
that's what I want mine to be.
If only I
were a butterfly,
I'd simply take off and fly.
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Flash in the Clouds
The shy is dark and dreary
An ominous void; a lightless night.
The clouds roll in, looking weary.
Their lengthy travel; their straining plight.
Now they sit in the sky so eerie
Threatening rain, ready to fight.
But the silence drones on.
And the darkness remains,
Till a light like the dawn,
except quickly fades.
Comes and flashes upon
This cloudy-set stage,
Then leaves the silence;
then comes the rain.
Then left is the memory
of the flash in the clouds.
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Storm
My mind is like a storm inside,
all wild and crazy and tortuous.
The raindrops are my thoughts;
they come from who-knows where.
The thunder is my fury;
loud; not yet unleashed.
Then finally the lightning;
my happy moments; bright.
They're wonderful,for seconds,
then go out with the light.
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Rain
Pitter patter, pitter patter;
the raindrops fall inside my head.
My thoughts are being washed away;
my brain is going dead.
Why cant I think? Why can't I feel?
Where is my life today?
I simply think and then rethink,
and then it's washed away.
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Love
I fear love; I fear it, and don't ask me why.
It doesn't even make sense to me.
You are love; you give it, and you give it to me.
It doesn't make sense--you love me?
I fear love; you are love, and then I must fear you.
Though there isn't a reason I see.
Don't be love; don't give it, at least not to me.
I don't deserve your great love for me.
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Ah, Boredom
Boredom, I thought I knew
But yet, it surely grew.
Boredom surrounds me, nothing to do.
Boredom is me, as human is you.
Boredom may bring inspiration.
But boredom may cause pure frustration.
Boredom's known throughout the nation.
As bringing a rather dull sensation.
Ah, boredom, there when theres nothing to do.
Yes, boredom, here, but I wish it were you.
Oh, boredom, leave me, aren't you through?
Boredom now tortures me like I never knew.
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To Pry
I may seem shy; I may seem secluded.
That's the acting that's now become routine.
I want to open up; I need to talk
But somebody has to make me.
I feel rejected; I feel alone
And listening won't be enough
I have to be prompted; I must be asked
You'll need persistence and patience
I will tell the truth; I would not lie
But questions should be specific.
I do not elaborate; I won't explain much
From vague questions will come vague answers.
I am difficult; I will take effort
But please don't give up on me.
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Somebody
Hey everybody! Listen to me!
Somebody please pay attention.
Say, "Are you OK?" and "How can I help?"
And don't just accept, "I'm fine."
Somebody look and see that I'm sad;
Someone please notice I'm hurting.
I just want to cry and scream and yell,
And make everyone pay attention.
Pity me, damnit! Why the Hell not?
Won't someone just show they care?
I want to tell someone, but someone who cares.
I won't just speak uninvited.
If I look depressed and exclude myself,
I want someone to come to talk.
If I answer "Nothing" when you ask "What's wrong?",
Persist 'till I tell you the truth.
I scream for attention; won't anyone hear?
Come save me from myself.
But I guess I'll shut up now, cuz nobody listens;
They don't even know I'm here.
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Looking Down
The wind blows throught my hair
as I stand above the trees.
I look to the ground far below
and it seems I'm hovering in the breeze.
How beautiful this world can be,
but how ugly, sour and cross.
I stand fo what seems hours
kissing my memories goodbye.
But for memories of kisses,
a tear falls from my eye.
My love would never leave me;
I cannot leave my love.
With one last look, I turn away,
and go back home to him.
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Blood
Blood drips--
a beautiful crimson red.
The blood is my pain,
now flowing out freely,
never to haunt me again.
But it will come back,
and when it does,
I'll let it drip away,
again.
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