Maya Trowborst

From west coast to the east
Nature will always win.
And when waters rise
Her attack will begin.
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Hate, it's like a disease.
An infection not many bother to cure.
A hunger no food can ease.
A sickness none want to cure.
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If i tell my story
When no one is willing to hear
Who takes the glory?
And who holds it dear?
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One must write
To clear the mind
To wipe the tears from your eyes
To clear your mind, one must write
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I know you have at least
Well hopefully read my other works
My poems and stories
And seen their many quirks
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One second i'm fine
The next i'm shaking

One second i'm fine
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She slinks through the shadows
The beauty that once roamed meadows

She is a mother, a sister, and alive
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Life and death are Romeo and Juliet
The day and the night
Forever together yet always apart
Like the earth and the moon
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As is stand upon my perch
I gaze at Life and all her gifts
Her children, who tumble and search,
Search for purpose, for love, for companionship.
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I have stood here
From my birth.
year by year.
Day by day.
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A blanket of sadness covered me.
The icy breath of death filled the air.
My vision blurred with tears of agony,
As i gazed upon My Nightmare.
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I gave him my heart,
He walked away.
I gave him my love,
He laughed all day.
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Tick tock tick tock...
Goes the clock
Resting upon the wall
So old, so tall.
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Black curls cover his head
His pale skin, white as snow
To many he looks scary and dead
but little do they know
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She is as bitter as she is sweet
She is raven in the night
So mysterious and discreet
For she is phantom who fears the light
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As I lay wounded and weak,
Wondering why am I here?
Why did I have to be so frail, so meek?
Why did I not listen to my Fear?
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These never ending doubts,
These needles in my heart,
The the yells and the shouts,
It's tearing me apart...
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What's wrong with being a ghost?
It's not like I go unseen,
You just gotta be quicker than most,
And your eyes gotta be keen.
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Fair must be the man who decides the fate of his brother
Rare is the desire for beauty on the inside rather than the out
Equal must be the leader to his people no matter how much they scream and shout
Evil is the beautiful maiden who lies and tricks one after another
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I know i'm not some cupid
And I know this might seem stupid
And this is probably not gonna get to you on time
But would you be my valentine?
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