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fire flies
2. Molly is a tad bit scared of the dark. So when the sun started to go down, she started to get very antsy. But she doesn't need to worry. Because the fireflies are starting to come out. I guess they were already out, but now that it's darker we can see them. We brought some jars. Molly gets up and goes to catch some fireflies. Tyrone starts the campfire because pretty soon it'll be pitch black. And we gotta get some smores action going on. Tasty, scrumptious, chocolate marshmallows. Everything is actually going pretty good. So far so good.
Robbie BalePublished about a year ago in PoetsThe dawn
With every dawn, a new day is born, And we step forward, hearts full of hope, The world may seem uncertain and torn, But together we will find a way to cope.
fire flies
1. Last month, my friends and I planned a camping trip. We rarely got out of the house during the school year. Understandably, but I just feel like there were a lot of missed opportunities. But now that it is summer, there shouldn't be that many restrictions on our time. It was just gonna be me, Molly, and Tyrone. We head to this campsite that's about 30 minutes from where we live. Pretty little wooded campsite. Me and Tyrone start to set up shop. Pitching the tent was probably the easiest part of the night. Just keep reading the story.
Robbie BalePublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Canvas of Life
Your mind is a canvas, blank and pure, A waiting space that's yours to cure, With every thought, a brushstroke bright,
Mother
Mother, I miss the time When I thought of you as a god Do no wrong Speak no evil When I modeled my thoughts around your thoughts
Susannah BruckPublished about a year ago in PoetsBand-Aid Culture
We celebrated by Cleaning the mess Our brethren had made, Trash strewn like confetti Across a natural landscape, Remnants of human interaction
Katrina ThornleyPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Dear John Letter
Dear John, My beloved Don Juan Easy on the eyes Darkened as the lonely skies. Trusting you ever so much
Marc OBrienPublished about a year ago in PoetsPoison
Jealousy, a poison so vile A feeling that burns, like a raging fire It eats away, at the soul so dire A heart so heavy, with a love so dire
The Darkness
Loneliness, it's a burden so great A weight that crushes, the soul it takes The darkness it brings, it feels like fate
missing you
10. The next day, I take a visit to the cemetery. It was such a pretty day outside. I took a walk down the trail to her grave. Still decorated with all the pretty flowers. And it seemed like it was freshly cleaned.
Robbie BalePublished about a year ago in PoetsDear Patron.
Dear Patron, With every sip bitter, springs a new trigger, Memories play another, “I miss you” trailor. My own internal motion picture.
Madison BauerPublished about a year ago in PoetsLoss
The weight of loss, a burden so great A heart so heavy, it feels like fate The pain of absence, an endless ache A void so deep, a soul can barely take