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The kids in my kindergarten used to say, Good morning teacher and classmates . The day before yesterday was a cloudy day We wished the clouds would go away .
its a rainy day vibe as i look up at the sky i see the big gray clouds coming down. wow. they roar and they cry i cant help but realize that the big bad guys arent around. now
leave the windows open all day; let the house forget the feeling of dust and fingernails. make the doors wing open with haste; feel the souls of children bleeding out with the urge
wind rattling weightless backyard furniture wings buzzing near the pane scampering lizard up the wall scorpion families opening pincers into spring even as I type the word scorpion I wish a
Outside, The sky is overcast and gray. Beautiful. It looks as if it is about to rain, Gorgeous fat drops falling, A rhythm that beats the same pattern as my heart.
dear mountain standard time the desert is in itself an oasis, an escape from the monotony of trees and grass that plague the forest valley they are all i have ever known, truly
I once was able to breathe To see the world To go outside and smile Now I pray to stop To close my eyes And stay in my room and suffer The healing is slow But I try
The way that the sun sets and the sky looks as if it’s on fire, Sitting on the edge looking down endless rows of trees and wanting to be even higher,
Going outside makes me feel good I would spend all my time walking around if I could strolling and observing is what I do and breathing in the fresh air too, Minutes and hours pass by How fast they go, oh my!
You are the sun That brings life to the land From which I was gone Now I'm back in your strand The roses in my heart bloom
It's crisp and clear on a wonderful day I wanna take a step outside and play The weatherman says its just the right temperature I could go chill and relax all my worries away Shoot! I forgot I had to work today
Let it go along with the flow
My bare feet felt frigid, as they squished the wet ground. The dark emerald grass was damp and powerless against me. The blades of grass bent and plummeted
There is a yard And a great tall tree Instructing what to draw and write There is a fence of chain Between the lilacs and me There is a garden That only grows dirt
I’m outside, enjoying the view and warm sun Guaranteed, this is where I’ll always be I hear the thump of deer, grunt of a steer
A lofty tower looming above the others A tall man who sticks up above the rest in a crowd A tree rising above the shrubs in the mighty forest
As a child, I've always been hollow on the inside
Winter's late afternoon. Dusting snowfall kisses my cheeks, A smile twinkles hiding within the corners of my lips. Lights glow behind the fluff of snow beside the mat that reads “Welcome Home.”
Inside i'm nothing Inside i'm a shadow, lost in the dark Inside I'm looking out
The sun rays hitting my skin,
Fat Girl in the buffet line,Fills half of her plat
Drowning in the sky No clouds; big blue empty space My mind wanders off
The birds nest mint, green foliage flutters spring, life, growth The birds fly sun shines, storms blow summer, heat, strength The birds migrate crisp, ochre leaves swirl to the ground
I want to sit outside again in overgrown grass popping the heads off dandelions and running away from bees
I jaunt to my tree. I feel happy while I sit. I reminisce there.
We read and write but why do so We are consumed in books, tv and more Our doors and windows are closed and so are we.
As we walk out, we chase away the clouds. Shine on me today, Fill my eyes and brighten my day.
Lost in a world tryin' play pretend Tryin' to prove myself to my best friend. Wantin' to be somebody, but there's this girl inside of me fightin' insecurity Everyone says this girl is beautiful,
We all see you there, Your pretty face deceiving. It’s only the outside that matters, right? Only the outside that people truly care about.
The sky is dark and haunting. It speaks with a voice that echoes across the world in omnipotent waves, forcing the weak into the shadows. Pockets of grey precipitation are illuminated intermittently by a heavenly source.