Summer days are here at last,
Days of school are in the past,
Summer skies will turn to grey,
And summer's warmth will fade away,
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A thousand crystals on the ground,
In the midnight air there's hardly a sound,
The crunching of snow under my feet,
And the faint little sound of my heartbeat,
...
Dreams are broken,
Dreams come true,
Old, repeated,
Strange and new,
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The moon is lit,
But dark is the night,
My footsteps are quiet,
And my breath is light,
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I walk along a broken path,
With many trails that lead off that,
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Rain falling down,
As we drove into town,
It's the only sound,
And there's leaves on the ground,
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From the darkness cries a bleeding Soul,
The razor that cuts it is now dull,
The Soul has struggled its whole life,
Pain, misery, never ending strife,
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I sit in a place,
Where there's almost no light,
I get through every day,
Even though they scream and fight,
...
(This was written two years ago, when I was 14. My parents got divorced when I was twelve. Poetry was, and still is, my outlet for all my anger. I have a lot of poetry that talks about the divorce.)
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Standing in the street,
In the middle of the night,
Rain coming down,
With sudden flashes of light,
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