All that man has ever thought
Or what he'll ever be
Transpires through
Documentation
Written
Throughout
History


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Books  they are the legacies
Left to  all mankind
Past from generation
To the  next one left behind
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They are the wisest of all counsellors
The quietest of friends
The most patient of teachers
On whom one can depend
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No  comparison
To mans inventions
Regardless of the toil
it took
Even  our  creator
Left his words

Within a book.........

She's moving to the big city.
Leaving this Podunk town
behind in a blaze of smoke,
sarcasm, short steps.
Accomplishments.

She's dancing away
from this town
with the grace of
grandmothers and women
long since past. Past
the cracked sidewalks
and brick streets, down
the highway. Out of here.
Out of here.

They all look at me and believe I'm innocent
Yes, I don't do drugs or drink
Yes, I don't smoke cigarettes

I'm tired of feeling like a teachers pet
I'm tired of feeling like a goody too-shoos
I'm tired of feeling like a plain Jane

I'm not perfect
I'm not innocent
I'm not a ******

I crave him constantly
I want him more than anything
I crave being touched
I want to be kissed

I'm not the christian girl I used to be
I don't believe in "God"

I want to be perceived differently
I want to be seen for who I am
I want to be seen as an adult

I'm no child
I'm a women and a strong one at that

she never understood how earth's gravitational pull got to be exact

yet the stars couldn't align fast enough for you to text her back

Empty and cold.
Empty and silent.
Empty and weak.
Empty and hollow.
Empty and dying.
Empty and dead.