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Origins [dcb's old poetry collective] 90 Original Poetry/Lyrics 6/9/14 6:19am
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Summor Heckeyla She rises from her bed like a gentle wave. Whrrrr. The voice of the wind dances in and out her ears. (Autumn leaves crash on her window like water meeting the shore.) Finding something exciting in Summor Heckeyla's life was as impossible as swimming across the ocean...underwater. Wake up. Feed the goldfish, who uses the sand as a blanket. (A stream of white Winter works its way ...
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6/9/14 5:55am
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Origins [dcb's old poetry collective] 90 Original Poetry/Lyrics 6/9/14 6:19am
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Cycling Seasons Delicate leaves pirouette into a calm, moonlit stream as trees of fragility brace themselves for Winter's white arrival; like lank rays of sun, they are determined to dance across a wonderful, cool world. Spring is its mother, and it brings life into plants; animals---even lofty oceans; newborn every-things race throughout the planet of peace. The growth of Summer is like an oak ...
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6/9/14 5:54am
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Origins [dcb's old poetry collective] 90 Original Poetry/Lyrics 6/9/14 6:19am
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Sweet World See the sunset, snacking on the cotton candy clouds. Look at rainbows, laughing with a taffy in their mouths--like an infant after they have a taste of chocolate. Juicy rays of light watch with a thirsty look, as the sweet treats get devoured. The fields below are dancing candy-apples. Caramel coating licks the fruits every so often, while sugary rain decorates them. Drink the lemon ...
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6/9/14 5:54am
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Origins [dcb's old poetry collective] 90 Original Poetry/Lyrics 6/9/14 6:19am
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Cut and Cry Pour the rushing water onto the onion; feel the pounding rhythm rush across your palms, and hear it--as if it's a soothing ballet-- dance to your sensitive ears. Grab the knife, and cut the vegetable like a figure skater gliding throughout the ice. Let the invisible fumes soak into your eyes; cry as loud as a squeaky musical note. Wipe the tears away with a fractured sleeve; the exp ...
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6/9/14 5:53am
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Origins [dcb's old poetry collective] 90 Original Poetry/Lyrics 6/9/14 6:19am
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Morning Madness Grab your mocha minutes after waking up; staying up so late was a major mistake. Feel the caffeine rushing through your body, like the wind racing across a field. Feel the sleepiness of your body deteriorate, as it drowns in a storm of brown liquid. Feed your taste buds fruit after falling asleep. The graceful grasses throughout your body stand up as tall as the apple tree. Some ...
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6/9/14 5:53am
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Origins [dcb's old poetry collective] 90 Original Poetry/Lyrics 6/9/14 6:19am
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Weed-Eating Roots lie limp, like shameless shops that sell s**t; weak weeds retrieve roots that never vanished.
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6/9/14 5:41am
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Origins [dcb's old poetry collective] 90 Original Poetry/Lyrics 6/9/14 6:19am
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Four Chambers Space. Emptiness surrounded me; I was an astronaut trapped in space. Falling into the hands of Earth felt impossible, like breathing without oxygen. Friends stared as the dance floor became crowded; a dark, stained wood of a girl took me in her arms. The void filled for the first time; it was as if I was placed back onto Earth. Filled.
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6/9/14 5:41am
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Origins [dcb's old poetry collective] 90 Original Poetry/Lyrics 6/9/14 6:19am
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The Hated House While I stood by the worn-out gate, the neighbors began to berate the place I lived in -- my old house, which they loathed deeply, like a mouse. .....This was a home they'd always hate. Their eyes told me they could not wait to tell me with their harsh irate words, "This place is awful." They roused, while I stood by. Then my current, physical state had changed and started to cr ...
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6/9/14 5:40am
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Origins [dcb's old poetry collective] 90 Original Poetry/Lyrics 6/9/14 6:19am
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Vicissitude The cake she left in the oven started to rise, like the sun. It kept changing shape until it finally stopped. She took it out to enjoy a taste of the plethora of flavors. (They were mixed together; they were as impossible to separate as the components in water.) She took the cake, and ate it -- one small bite at a time. She was in no hurry, savoring each bite. Life seemed to stop as ...
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6/9/14 5:39am
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Origins [dcb's old poetry collective] 90 Original Poetry/Lyrics 6/9/14 6:19am
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Ambidextrous Braggart Her classmates were jealous of her amazing talents. They were bees, angered by a fellow worker. Writing with both hands was her special talent; and everyone hated it, like a florist hating a flower. She would always flaunt her talents, like the sun does when it shines. The reason her classmates loathed her talent was because she was an egotist, putting people do ...
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6/9/14 5:36am
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Origins [dcb's old poetry collective] 90 Original Poetry/Lyrics 6/9/14 6:19am
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Apocalypse If the apocalypse were to come soon, no one would panic. They would be as helpless as a slug, having salt storm on it. No plans would be made for this event; no children would watch (with sheer terror) the horrific things that would happen. It would spring up, like an earthquake, attacking everything, leaving nothing. And, just like an earthquake, it would happen when all things are ha ...
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6/9/14 5:35am
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Origins [dcb's old poetry collective] 90 Original Poetry/Lyrics 6/9/14 6:19am
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Paper I lie on top of my brothers and sisters, like those humans when they make dog-piles. I don't know my fate; will it be like my mother, who got sucked into the strange portal, never to be seen again? Will it be like my father, who was scooped out of the nest, like the mother human does with the younglings, only to be crumpled up and thrown around? My brothers and sisters have told me stori ...
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6/9/14 5:35am
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Origins [dcb's old poetry collective] 90 Original Poetry/Lyrics 6/9/14 6:19am
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The whishing of wind makes green leaves turn to auburn, as they kiss the ground. Blankets of snow crown the once lush-green hills a shade of grand purity. Cherry blossoms bloom with the birth of the tiny, baby hummingbirds. The scorching sun burns the land, like a strong fire, as the rain cools it down.
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6/9/14 5:34am
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Origins [dcb's old poetry collective] 90 Original Poetry/Lyrics 6/9/14 6:19am
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Raindrop My mother cries me to life as my father brings me to the ocean.
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6/9/14 5:33am
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