Title: Strong Baby
Author: bearklaus
Summary: "I don't blame her, but sometimes I wonder why she chose to leave us behind"
A/N: Written for my English class.

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( I don't blame her, but I sometimes wonder why she chose to leave us behind )

"Run little children, play. I'll leave the light on."
-Coheed and Cambria

Run, little children, run
Play, little children, play
We'll be waiting for your return
With a candle and a few tears
With flowers at your grave
And open hearts

Smile, little children, smile
Learn, little children, learn
We'll take care of you
When the earth isn't enough
When all your ( Read more... )

The world looks better,
When you're on high ground.
The world looks beautiful,
Just don't look down.

Again, January writings. I've been finding these now that I'm cleaning out my machine.
It's not much. And it's weird.
FYI. I love run-on sentences. (:

( Reaching )

For a school assignment back in January.
I like it. I'm satisfied, considering I hate writing structured poetry (except Haikus but that's barely any structure, eh?).
The story is a bit blurry in the poem, and it just came out that way. I didn't intend it. Sorry. lmao. |:

( Sestina, 090116 )

( O.C.D )

It was an old building in the middle of a lonely street, a perfect place for mischievous children to play when school has let out and they don't want to go home. The windows are boarded with wood, but the door fell down a long time ago, and was dragged back into the building and hammered shut by concerned parents because children shouldn’t play ( Read more... )

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Title: Music
Author: bearklaus
Summary: And out ears don't vibrate anymore, hearing nothing; only silent battles and quiet kisses that don't mean anything.

(  here~ )

A new uniform
“Are you leaving me?”
A worried expression on her face
Her first day of school

She thinks slowly about what this means
She has left home.
She has a new friend
Her worried expression is no longer there

Her first day of school
Her new uniform
How long she had hoped to wear it
How many days and months spent dreaming
Of this day

Her new uniform,
It ( Read more... )