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Here lies my thoughts, feelings, loves, woes, tales, truths, fears, and dreams. Writing has been a place for me to test my boundaries, experiment with everything people don't accept me to be in person. With text, I am free.


Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Not muh style, but the words came out

Penny skipped down the street
To hear the news
So excited to feel included
A chance she just couldn't lose

Penny hurried along
And approached a man in green attire
She was humming a new song
And her face was filled with joy

Penny smiled at the man with laughter
But the man shook his head
No smile would follow after
He told little Penny her father was dead

Penny cried for the man
She had depended on forever
A brave soldier who held her hand
But gave his life to his country instead

Penny shouted, "It's not fair!"
The gentle man with the news had to go
He didn't want to stand and stare
And little Penny felt all alone

Penny thought a crowd would be present
When her sweet father came home
But she didn't know the town
And her mother knew by telephone

Penny sucked in her breath
And hummed sweet, sorrowed sounds
She'd always picture him at his best
Not a bloodied mess on sinful grounds

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