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She was yellow
'Little miss sunshine' they called her
She only saw the good in life,
The happy
She was too naive and too blind
But ignorance was bliss
And she drew lollipops and daisies all day
Then they gave her blue sunglasses
She was blue
'Little miss emo' they called her
She only saw pain and ugliness
The underbelly of fake smiles
She was too depressed and too far in her abyss
But she was left alone to listen to her heavy metal
And she drew pointed daggers and bloody souls all day
Then they took the glasses off,
But realized the blue had settled in
She was green
'Little miss shallow' they called her
She only saw material things and boys
She didn't bother looking at the souls
She was too greedy and too angry
But she had friends, even if they were false
And she drew up revenge plans and backstabbing notes all day
They injected too much color into her,
She became confused, then gave up
She was brown
'Little miss plain' they called her
She only kept her thoughts hidden
She never bothered being herself,
She didn't know who she was anymore
She was too lonely and too sad
But nothing got better
And she drew up broken hearts and goodbye notes all day
'Little miss sunshine' they called her
She only saw the good in life,
The happy
She was too naive and too blind
But ignorance was bliss
And she drew lollipops and daisies all day
Then they gave her blue sunglasses
She was blue
'Little miss emo' they called her
She only saw pain and ugliness
The underbelly of fake smiles
She was too depressed and too far in her abyss
But she was left alone to listen to her heavy metal
And she drew pointed daggers and bloody souls all day
Then they took the glasses off,
But realized the blue had settled in
She was green
'Little miss shallow' they called her
She only saw material things and boys
She didn't bother looking at the souls
She was too greedy and too angry
But she had friends, even if they were false
And she drew up revenge plans and backstabbing notes all day
They injected too much color into her,
She became confused, then gave up
She was brown
'Little miss plain' they called her
She only kept her thoughts hidden
She never bothered being herself,
She didn't know who she was anymore
She was too lonely and too sad
But nothing got better
And she drew up broken hearts and goodbye notes all day
Literature
A day never traveled by
Time used to be linear for us
Where Friday to Monday happened in a blink
Yet people twist their times and split away
Now I'm moving to Monday while they're on Friday
I was able to see them after the weekend
Say "Good morning" and "Goodbye"
Before they stepped into another existence
That I cannot venture, no matter my persistence
When I close my eyes
After many days and one final night
Will I be able to catch up?
Is waiting enough?
Literature
Absence
there is snow all around
and we have invited you in
but silence falls like night
and the winds carry no sound
I remember; it was by the river
when you carried me on your shoulders
I covered your eyes with my hands
and there was laughter
It was in the woods, I remember
you taught me to ski
it was getting dark already
and there was still a long way to go
and yet there was no rush
and we talked about the stars
I remember; It was by the sea
already after everything changed
on a cold day still full of joy
when we were all brought together;
there were few words, even then
but we could still see the shine
and the pride in your eyes
as I took h
Literature
Letting the Past Die
Letting the Past Die
11/4/18
The past—everyone says to let it go
Despite being its present descendants
And resulting culminations—echoes
Pictures paused, prompting pensive reminiscence
And subsequent self-reflection. It stores
Memories fleeting adrift in oceans
Flooded from the stress of living life coursed
In cutthroat waters, chasing promotions
Or raises—hooked as soon as we taste it
Just once. While revisiting my past, I
Recovered fragments, memories lost in
The growing countless chapters cast aside
Ignored: old friends, faces I'd forgotten
Unclaimed treasures of moments I’d have cherished
Forever had I known what
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Interesting darling. How did this come about?