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Again, this entry belongs to a picture I posted. Again that picture is named the same thing as this post. Soothing silence and the scent of fresh rain Rushing water and singing birds Soft green grass and a flawless world Allow me to stay in my naive imagination In this place of sweet perfection Lacking darkness to sadden my soul Escape from the rampant chaos life has become Peircing screams and dieing parents Honking horns and such foul language Crimson pools and a troubled soul Allow this to become the dream This place of pain and torture Let me not wake to a wounded world Lacking imagination to brighten face Hell to so many o

I can't figure out how to add my poetry on here so this is how I am going to do it for now.... This is the poem that goes with the picture thing called Poor Grown Up Girl: She sits in the back of the class room Eyes on a book beyond her years She thinks about things that shouldn't cross a teenage girl's mind She knows that fantasy is the farthest thing from reality So she pushes it away When the time comes and everyone is hanging out She sits against a wall silently Watching everyone else be young That poor grown up girl Oh how rare it is to befriend her To know more that what's on the outside Oh how hard it is to break though her