Gabrielle Cummings Poems

They are always there, and when every thing goes,
No life on earth, will they still stand?
Nothing seems everlasting, no lasting name or way.
But shadows are always standing strong.
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A rock flying in the sky,
falling down,
down to earth.
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Under my bed he hides.
Dark as a shadow,
but pale as the moon.
Tall and Brooding he comes out.
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I am not the scars on my wrist, made by the blade in my pocket,
or black clothing that i put on my back.
I am not a person to run from, no need to be scared.
I am not a hateful person, I'm not sad.
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