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I woke up on the grass today,
the day was cool--
just like in May.
When I was born
this very Spring.
I woke up in this world
to sing.
I heard the birds,
and life was fun.
I didn't know how short
it would become.
I hope it was a life well spent.
Today, in Fall,
I jumped a fence.
My belly was caught
and torn apart.
Life had such a beautiful start.
My blood is spilling,
but I'm not scared.
I came into this life prepared
to play and romp and sing
about the sky, the earth, the trees,
and things.
I played and grazed with deer
and friends
why should I be sad
that it must end?
It was fun--
this ride, this life--
"a brief and sweet
six months," they'll say.
and now I'll rest,
returned from play.
the day was cool--
just like in May.
When I was born
this very Spring.
I woke up in this world
to sing.
I heard the birds,
and life was fun.
I didn't know how short
it would become.
I hope it was a life well spent.
Today, in Fall,
I jumped a fence.
My belly was caught
and torn apart.
Life had such a beautiful start.
My blood is spilling,
but I'm not scared.
I came into this life prepared
to play and romp and sing
about the sky, the earth, the trees,
and things.
I played and grazed with deer
and friends
why should I be sad
that it must end?
It was fun--
this ride, this life--
"a brief and sweet
six months," they'll say.
and now I'll rest,
returned from play.
Literature
When I Come to See You
When I come to see you
I’ll bring sparkling wine
And we’ll spill it on the floor.
I’ll be ready for your smile.
When your arms are round me
With my belly pressed to yours,
I’ll close my longing eyes.
I’ll be ready for your soul.
And in the early morning
I will open out our fingers
And silently I’ll go.
Deep breath.
Not ready yet.
Literature
love your mistakes
I've fumbled around with hearts before,
and let them fall. Cracked fingernails, walked into
doorframes, bumped into people and hesitated too long
to open my mouth. Moments passed me by, often.
Occasionally, I was brave, and fell hard on my nose.
Was bleeding and embarrassed for the pain;
and the proof of it, the blood.
Said "sorry, but," or didn't say sorry at all, ate my feelings
or starved myself for them, carried my guilt around with me
until it made me sick and lose my appetite,
drowned my hand soap in the toilet,
didn't stretch after exercise and was sore for days,
kept my distance to those reaching out to me.
Pushed my pain asid
Literature
Words to Emotion
I wish I could tell you
I was doing okay
the words and emotions
would be one in the same
I want to smile and feel
the happiness rush through me
what a world it would be
if my emotions followed
the words that I wished
them to be.
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It really has a morbid overtone running through it, but at the same time the short life of the deer is described in a very elegant way. You write very well, my friend - salutations. 