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Hues of red, orange, violet, and pink
paint rivers of color across the expanse of blue.
Those majestic mountains and cliffs
extend miles and miles into the infinite horizon,
waiting to be explored.
The ground is as soft as fleece and as white as snow;
nearby, a lake sings the songs of summer.

There is a castle in the distance
built out of colorful, transluscent crystals.
Inside is a little girl, the queen,
creating whatever dream her heart desires
(ignorant of the horrors below).

Fantasy and I race across this world;
this world is absolutely mine.
My heart is yours,
my mind is free,
and I am ubiquitous.

This is the world that I see
sitting in my car, on my way home,
looking up
on a beautiful evening.

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Stagnant water drips from the ceiling;
The rhythm calms my racing heart
I swear, the world is after me.
I keep hearing those voices.

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That crystal vase just fell and shattered;
now the pieces lay on the ground.
No, I won't be cleaning it up this time.
But I still do, and I bleed.

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I'm like the cat who chases mice,
only because science dictates it so.
I'm like the doll that is never touched,
sitting idly but so perfectly.
I'm like the flower in your garden,
so carefully tended with a pair of scissors.
I'm like the forgotten photo albums,
merely a figment of the past.

Memories (AP Lit Villanelle)

The silver rain will hide my tears away,
Recalling minutes, seconds lost, I sigh,
Bless, carry golden dreams of yesterday.

Illusions blindly led my path astray,
In empty spaces, broken voices lie,
The silver rain will hide my tears away.

Remember laughter during endless days,
While standing in that field of yellow rye,
Bless, carry golden dreams of yesterday.

Blow, Absaroka wind, the song my way,
That simple rhyme, told under clear, blue sky,
The silver rain will hide my tears away.

Alive, awake by night past hours of play,
Enchanted by bright stars and asking why,
Bless, carry golden dreams of yesterday.

Oh, summer storm, don't lift your veil, I pray,
A fleeting moment, time to say goodbye,
The silver rain will hide my tears away,
Bless, carry golden dreams of yesterday.

Cold

Your hands
clasping my waist

Your lips
grazing my cheek

Your eyes
focused on mine

And I
can feel the heat

So why
am I so cold?

Stars

I saw some stars in the sky
and wondered if one could
be mine.

So I reached up, put my
finger on the brightest one,
and I thought I had it my grasp.

Because at that moment,
the universe seemed to be
in perfect order,

with the stars beautifully scattered
across the endless sky,
all perfectly connected

like a diamond necklace
but perhaps too fragile.
Everything made sense,

but the constellations shifted
day after day,
and I got lost,

chasing after you.
I am still searching;
I'm just sorry that

I couldn't hold on.