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Giving Up the Sea (GUS)

Free fall into the world

Kiss the air and float

In the ectoplasm of the clouds

I know you're never sure

  And I want to assure you right now

Take my hand and fly

Fly with me into the blackened sky

  Don't let them restrict you

By giving up the sea

You're giving up the fight

Its time to find your friends

Its time to unite

  To take their words in our hands

Remind yourself of smiles

In the excitement of the song

Left to you and your life

  And I want to assure you right now

Take my hand and fly

Fly with me into the blackened sky

  Don't let them restricted you

By giving up the sea

You're giving up the fight

It's time yo find your friends

It's time to unite

  And their hateful words may swirl

And plunge deep seaward

In the seahorses's time of war

In time it will feel ok

  And j want to assure you right now.

Take my hand and fly

Fly with me into the blackened sky

  Don't let them restrict you

By giving up the sea

You're giving up the fight

Its time to find your friends

Its time to unite

  Take my hand and fly

Fly with me into the blackened sky

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Poetry Blog Train

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Monsters

Silhouettes at the start of the night Turn into shadows and monsters Whilst the evening continues  Shades of grey against the blue Before shadows and monsters  Turn into you

And the brightness of the world backs down And gives into the darkness and the moon And while our eyes are diverted by light We see the people kissing  Far too soon

Mutters of words and shouts in a different tongue Leave me alone Leave me stunned  By the beauty in the things unknown  By the beauty of you .

Don’t end your day too soon Continue through the night Find your calling

Strained in shrieks of laughter  Shrieks of pain  And the world will be… While again in the world of the monster

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Oak

one oak gazes  upon the two silver trees,

an outsider, intertwining their branches and leaves

fixated, oak cannot move,

for fear that ripping up the earth would create a far bigger distraction

he pretends he is dead and with that he sighs

a rustle through his anatomy