Feed for Think. I

Italics = poem
CLD = me
"'s (around quote) = not said or thought by me originally

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A silvern fae is born of steel and bread
With buzzing things a-ringing in her mind
Her wisdom is of tyranny and war
Her hands are swords of iron, rich and strong
A gleam is cast from her metallic eye
Upon a lone child stranded in the fray
A snip, a tear, a switch, he is complete
Because the massacre's not second-best
The blood upon her scythe shall melt away
Upon a floor of sentimental years
The wisdom and the wise are hiding deep
The papers will not turn against the pen
"Creation is a deathly vile thing,"
So spoke the scientist with greying hair,
"for no machine can love or reason well,
and they all lack a common sense to think
that what they do is wring, and silly, too!"
He thought to himself within his heart
And lifted up a frail, breaking limb
"We wanted to make something just like us...
And we succeeded, we created them

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A child among the dandelions slept
Whilst blossoms tilted in the summer breeze
He slept with bones a-quivering at night
And many mornings later in the leaves
His bones shone shiverless under the sun

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The sky blushed, then cylinder-eyed. (observation of an off sunrise)

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Life without love is meaningless.

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Glimmering, glittery trees at -7 degrees

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Diamond Doves

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"Don't you dare close your eyes...
hold your breath, it gets better..."

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The sky looks especially spidery today.

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Romeo
Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops---

Juliet
O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

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What if we should be looking up at the ground, but consciousness desires the up-sky, not the down?

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Lust =/= Love

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Over-watered children sprouting up
Will wither in the sunlight raining down
And little petals tarnish glowing soil
With fortunes of their ignorance alight
They'll cradle in their tombs, and brown, and stay