Posted on 17 January, 2017
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Fantasy and imagination
I want to stay
But friends wants to grow up
And I can’t find a way
Their youth inappropriate
Yet they grow up all the same
Fantasy I want to remain
Why won’t you do the same?
Category: PoetryTags: amwriting, Fantasy, fiction, growing up, Poem, Poetry, writing
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Bones are that which keeps you here
Turn to dust and your soul will yield
Forgive this old fool
For the mistakes he’ve made
Leave me be and let the past fade
Fire rained over our heads
fume from the rocks seethed out of the ocean
Everything is quiet now
Except the gulls who shrieked and shuffled happily
Their meals now properly boiled
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