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You told me you fell
And that you hit your head
You said to leave you alone
And that you just wanted to lay in bed

But I can't help myself
I care about you
It's just in my nature
So there's nothing I can do

I sit here
And worry
And worry
And think
And worry
And wonder
And my heart starts to sink

Does she have a concussion?
A herniated disk?
A fractured skull?
Could she have broken her spine?
Then logic interjects,
"She's probably fine"
But my imagination
That beautiful beast
Drowns out my logic
And the worry won't cease
Oh God.
What if she's deceased!?
What if she's dead!?
No
What am I saying?
I know she's alive
She has to be.
She just has to.
Oh God
I hope she's ok.
There's nothing worse than having a vivid imagination when it comes to worrying. (Just to be clear, this poem is supposed to be comical. I'm not actually like that.)
I hate mornings
Said the boy to himself
And then he rolled over
And fell from his shelf
Spires of ice rise from the emerald sea
Pillars of stone reach out and scratch the slate sky
Black veins move life within her
Her black roots spread outwards
As tenticals in search of food

And within her
Life

A hundred thousand stories
Each one unique
Each one of the utmost importance
A hundred thousand people
With only one thing in common

They live to stay alive

They make art
They invent
They live
They die
They make a home in her
My God.
What have I done?
What have I done?
Holy minimalist Batman.
What will I do without you?
You've always been around.
You never missed a birthday,
And you've never let me down.
Your humor lighted atmospheres
Your wisdom enlightened minds
Your knowledge built up through the years
The love that we'd always find.

But what will i do without you?
You've always been so proud of me.
The pain at the thought of losing you,
Makes tears well up in me.

I love you grandpa.
My grandpa was diagnosed with pancriatic cancer today. It's a really hard blow. He's been one of my biggest supporters in my life. He gave me my first guitar, but even more importantly, he taught me about life, and honesty, and hard work. He taught me about respect, and perseverance, and loyalty. He's a great man. I wish you could meet him.
Love is an elusive beast
That can't be caught and caged
It makes its nest not in the tree
Nor in thicket, nor in cave

It makes its home in the heart
And dwells in it's lovely ways

But how can i find it?
Tell me where it hides
I seek this tender beast called love
That I may learn it's ways

I know that I had glimpsed it once
For a moment, nothing more
But now I must find this lovely creature
And live with it until I die
I really messed with the rules on this one. I'm not sure if I love it, or hate it. Tell me what you think.
An arduous day
Facing the trials of life
find release from stress
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