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This is What I Think of YouYou are, I'm sure, the one of purest wit.
The words you wiled cut the mind that let breath
Lungfuls of worldly knowledge that can't quit.
That word-sword you swing pray it never be sheathed
Never will I forgive that evil crime.
The world cannot accept a voiceless you.
My eyes forever miss a silly rhyme
Composed by an almost sweetly hue.
A heavenly trumpet called out ago
The coming of a baby girl did they sing.
Moonlit is her skin that surpasses snow
Her intelligent, piercing, green eyes do bring
Truth to the surface something never known
But softly, never will she leave you alone.
To.Seek.A.Voice.XII: DreamerI woke up in a warm afternoon,
As the sun sang to me her pain,
And all I wanted was, to dream away my twinge
In a puddle, of rotten essence, that was once my ecstasy.
And the sun, covered me with rays,
Warmer, the slumber was,
And all I wanted was to fall asleep,
with no one, but you, on my mind.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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