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A circle is the oddest thing,
It's round as round is round.
As definite as real is not,
No start is to be found.

Its symmetry can't be ignored,
Whichever way you look.
It outlines holes and clocks and rings,
And pennies that you took.

It's old as time and long as life,
A never-ending bend.
A ceaseless chase around the earth,
Adventures to no end.

A Love Lost

Excerpt from my blog: "Before I forget, we're doing the coolest thing in ELA. We're studying poetry, so what we did was we went into the library and picked out some poetry books. We flip through the poetry books and write down 5-10 lines that we liked on little slips of paper then put them into a box. The teacher mixes up the slips of paper and each table group goes up and gets 15 slips of paper to make a poem with. Our poem is SO GREAT."

I said we would speak of how long ago
We stood at night laughing and crying
And tried to catch the moon in a net.
I am afraid and I feel it is right
To be in a state, fighting until death,
I washed her in my tears.
If wishing damns us, she and I
Are damned to all our heart's content.
As lamps burned silent
With unconscious light,
She made the grass greener, even here with her grave,
Locked in a child's haunted world.
But here with the lean cold
Pushing the dim light from the stars,
Her spirit, must it lodge in shrine so frail?
But now there is no one to ask.
The wind passes over me, I do not feel it.
But faith and gloomy night encompass me around,
Forget the hurt I have not meant to do.

I Wait

In the dawn when skies are clear,
I long for your presence here.
In the silence sweet as death,
I wait ‘neath the baby’s breath.

Through the wind that calls my name,
Through the hot and sizzling flame.
Through the ocean, deep and cold,
My patience outstands the old.

In the dark eye of the storm,
My dreams of you keep me warm.
In the middle of the night,
I see you, my guidance light.

So let the winds scream my name,
And let burn the raging flame.
Drain the ocean, deep and cold,
My patience outstands the old.

When the sun comes shining through,
I’ll be waiting here for you.
In the silence sweet as death,
I’ll wait ‘neath the baby’s breath.

-Stephanie and Sonya

Malignant

Its funny to feel,
Like nothing is real
The world could be mine
But your first in line.

Fleas!

Adam Had'em.