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Paper Memories

December 5, 2010
By Jellybean9898 PLATINUM, Glendale, California
Jellybean9898 PLATINUM, Glendale, California
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;When nothing goes right, go left&quot;-Anonymous<br /> &quot;Thank God men cannot fly, and lay waste to the sky as well as the Earth&quot;-Henry David Thoreau


Shattered seashells left in a box
Collecting dust from the memories of summer
Waiting to breathe salt sea air that doesn’t exist in this world
Anymore
Multi-colored spider webs
Glistening in the light
Like fragile love, losing its grip
And ripping down the center
Kind of like a heart left alone in the cold
Leaves bleeding gold and red
And falling gracefully onto the ground
Dancing, and enjoying the ride, whispering to the wind
Pine needles and fresh snow melding together
Loving the smell and enjoying the frost
Alive with energy, hope, and happiness
Laughter soars like a paper crane
That loses its wings, crashing to the floor
Photographs tied with ribbons under my pillow
Memories of you, back then, in summer
Memories of you, back then, in fall
Memories of you, back then, in winter
Why did spring slip away?
Spring is a time of hope, and spider webs, and late-night whispers
Anxiety of summer building upon our backs, and dragging us down
But we didn’t mind
Spring was when a flower bloomed in my backyard
And I ripped all the petals off
Because of you
Delicate raindrops sliding down the windowpane
Matching tears on a person’s face
Hiding in the shadows of what once was
And waiting for summer to come back again


The author's comments:
We always have memories, and pictures in frames

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Lexie96 GOLD said...
on Nov. 5 2011 at 5:05 pm
Lexie96 GOLD, Havana, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
Now Cinderella don&#039;t you go to sleep, it&#039;s such a bitter form of refuge, oh don&#039;t you know the kingdom&#039;s under siege, and everbody needs you. - The Killers

I like this poem, it's kind of nostalgic.

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