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Life is not a day at the beach Life is a darn witch That we must learn to live with We must tolerate the length and the width
Drenched and dripping from the downpour Seeking shelter from the storm Women whine about ruined hair Men sigh over soaken suits Fustrated faces and failed plans A dreary day drags on
When Friday nights become Saturday mornings. The dew glitters on the grass like a fallen chandelier, casting shards of liquid sun. Coals burn in the fire sending smoke crawling towards the sky.
Words falling off the page Undone beds and ticking clocks When will it stop? Blurry faces passing by Inkless pens and endless stories Which one is mine? Always chasing after the moon
Words falling off the page Undone beds and ticking clocks When will it stop? Blurry faces passing by Inkless pens and endless stories Which one is mine? Always chasing after the moon
Time embraces the world with light, And sets the sun for an inky black night,  It can be the stitch for a broken heart, Or a sharp steel blade that cuts life apart.  
Like the sunsets fading, lost in the vast horizon, as we chase after the unknown. Those sleepless nights we spent, counting the stars sneaking away from reality. Who would have ever thought that time would soar, as we realized how most was spent, 
Live your life how you wish, Don’t waste a single moment. Tomorrow may very well be your last, So live life to the fullest.  
Once again My heart has beaten into a fresh puddle of dawn The sun has licked my eyes awake  Chance sits on the other side of my front door. Outside, the grass waits for my toes
i am the burried treasure found centuries after being hidden away under blankets of rubble. my eyes decorated with rings of purple and blue from a soundless slumber, evidence of a sleep still needed to be had.
Say you'll do it but the cliff stands waiting for you to jump.  Lick at the whirl of wind tugging you  to the edge, for words are just words.  So voice them through your actions,  grab for the clouds,
Come one come all, To this tragic affair. If the sun shant rise Will they be left in despair? Did thy do as thy may before the end of the day? Or were thy trapped in thy head
A life, marred by fear, Tainted by the poison of conformity, And subdued by authority
  Life happens in an instant. No one is resistant to life’s great fate.         Forget the gloomy end so near.
i feel there comes a time when we realize that our life is only but half a life that we have deprived ourselves of enrichment and fulfillment,
These days We wait For something to happen We wait for Fridays We wait to be seniors We wait to go to college We wait for the perfect relationship We wait for happiness
I think God has a cruel sense of humor. Because when I turned eleven and pleaded with all my might to become immortal, I heard Him chuckle in the confides of the newly blackened space
To the Unconcerned:   Whimsical you were when youth was upon you.  
You are shunned from my past Memories gone at last Now I don't have to see your face And I don't have to go back to that place Where you broke my heart And tore my world apart   I saw you today 
  We work and we build. Bricks and mortar are our drug. But with all this progression, Time often pulls out the rug.   We sometimes miss Our only chance To take the plunge,
Now is the time to run like the wind. Over the mountains and the seas, Over the rivers and the trees. Use all of you power and all of your might! Have an effect on everything in your sight!
You look in the mirror and scream, You wonder how the glass doesn’t crack Your face is covered with a thousand pimples Rotten-tomato red and Jet black
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