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Gravity

Will the ground catch her feelings to safety?

They're getting closer Crossed distances together There's something to know. The ground is open It was opened for her space But for others, too. Unforeseen forces The gravity had pulled her They were enjoying. The uncertainties She realized halfway down T...

There's a pit that I fell intoI'm still falling, it's so deepAnd I cannot stop this tumblingCause the walls are smooth and steep It has made me lose my visionOnly one thing I see clearIt was Her that made me stumbleshe made all else disappear She keeps pu...

Anonymous

When I was five, I lived in New York. I didn't know, nor care if I was popular or not. I was just there, and played my own way. I later grew to learn which side belonged to me. As I look back, it seemed to me that I was the most forgotten and least likabl...

Fly

Flying and Falling

I can't remember why I wanted to fly,it seemed like I could do anything I try.Once upon a time the dream seemed real,but dreams all end and fate is sealedThe earth seemed so hard and dark,I wanted to be free, to escape it like the lark.To see the clouds a...

The toddler falls, but he's made of rubber and bounces back up and learns, even if he cries.The tree falls and a new and stronger one grows in its place. A hawk flies at a dove, which is overwhelmed by fear and falls, and falling saves the dove's life. Wh...

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I lie there, flat on my back, sore and disoriented. Blinking against the darkness, I begin to comprehend my surroundings but make no attempts to move yet, growing accustomed to the dull ache in my muscles. I've fallen into some sort of chasm, a deep and n...

eye glasses

I fall through a door.

How fragile is life not seen but listened to and felt. A delicate screw, that held my right eye lens, fell onto the tiles. Feeling my way with my feet, I saw the world through a blur. Weightless for one second, falling, I did not see the opticians’ notice...