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Live By The Sea

I see the ships at the distance
I hear the sea calling me
I stretch my arms to reach it
Oh! How lovely the sea can be
It can be brutal
It can be cruel
It can be gentle
And comforting most of all

It can be stormy
But when it’s calm
It’ll embrace you gently
With it’s charm

I see the ships
I stare out to the sea
It’s just so lovely
As lovely as it will ever be

Ending?

I can’t even begin
So how do I even put an end?

Eyes For Her

He looked at her
She didn’t even notice
For she had eyes for someone else
While his was for hers alone

Memories Memory Lane

Photographs in an album
Memories that never fade
We’ve been through a lot
Some dues we’ve paid

It wasn’t all good
It wasn’t all bad either
We had highs, we had lows
Though it wasn’t all perfect neither

But it was great
We lived life
And now we grow
And learned from the strife

It was a great adventure

Emptiness

Empty shell
Nothing left
Why did the ghosts leave?
The party has died down
Everything is gone!

Midnight has retired
Shadows passed on
Left all alone

You reach out but no one’s there
The scream echoes
But no response

Footsteps that once was are now never to be heard of again
Silence rings for a moment, a day, a year
And then a lifetime
An empty shell is all that’s left

Mr. Hoppy

Oh! Such sweet, sweet romance
The way he smiles when she’s around
She doesn’t know
And he’s too shy

He does not have a way with words
In fact, he’s always lost it
She meant the world to him
Yet she would never know
He could never say

*Inspired by Roald Dahl’s Esio Trot

Alone

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were — I have not seen
As others saw — I could not bring
My passions from a common spring From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow — I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone
And all I lov’d — I lov’d alone –Then — in my childhood — in the dawn
Of a most stormy life — was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still
From the torrent, or the fountain
From the red cliff of the mountain
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by
From the thunder, and the storm
And the cloud that took the form(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view

-Edgar Allan Poe-

Last, Final, End

This may be the last
The final one
The end
The finale
The curtains will be drawn
And the final act
The last bow
Will be done

Head Clouds

Keep your head up in the clouds
Let your dreams roam
Say it now, say it loud
Dreams are what you call home

Fly through the forest
Dive down the sea
Your dream can reach the star farthest
Let it run free

Keep your head up in the clouds
Don’t let it come down soon
Make it real and be proud
Create colors as bright as the sun at noon

Keep on dreaming and act now
You’ll be amazed at what you can do
Go on, dream on
Do what you want to
Because the sky is never the limit

Tigerlily

Beauty unaware and rare
Beauty beyond compare
Flower delicate and lovely
Blooming, stunning, heavenly
Sun colored, bursting with happiness
Fighting away all the loneliness

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