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The ocean's waves crash along the shore Its foam kisses gently the damp sand The salty spray is tiny tongues Dancing along your cheeks and hands. The song of the ocean reaches your ears And the hands of the ocean wrap around your feet. It's cold caress gives you chills, And you swallow the breath of the sea.

It was a bird that caught my eye, Fluttering fast, free and happy. Dips and turns and flips, it made, Aerial maneuvers, never stopping It bent and twist, It changed and cried It cawed and chirped It was about to die. It had gone through trials of stress, Tribulations to dethrone a king And now finally the retched year Has killed the poor thing But this is time, The thing that shatters mountains, The anomaly that kills kings, Not even the freest are free of its hands The bird falls, and falls, and falls, Into the hands of antiquity No longer a driving force, Though it passed unremarkably The once free bird, once flying, Now lies dead in t

Angels fly among the gods Beholding the sun and light They soar across their eyes - formed odds, Splicing beauty in the sky Free are they of entrapment Entrapment of human stress Their smiles are happy, the best, Their disposition is unbent The sky is their easel Their path their canvas And as their wings escape evil, They paint joy above us They look down and smile "Soon," they call to us, "Soon you will spread the dust, "And take to the air and never tire."

Thy soul doth surge Its holy mass alit Thy shied from scourge A call of  lost, "it" Thy king doth say "Listen to me, lest fall, "Thy mind's lines fray "To blasphemy and drawl." Think for thyself And break free from those binds. Their words a twelfth Of your mind and its kind

For the stars all shine In these eyes of mine. My heart's beats do quick. It reaches to them Like a spine or stem, But my eyes away do flick They've caught in the ire Of an impure desire Like a flame on a candles wick They engulf the concept Of the new except Fallen for an impure's trick

 With the night comes my soul. It is black with little variance. My sins plague me and render me unholy, unworthy. Who would want such a tainted boy? Not even the sun wants me, for when my soul rears itself, it shies away. With the day rises my joy. It is naught, with little substance. Reality plagues my mind and renders life hopeless. Why would I lie to myself? Those who smile refuse my existence, for when I appear, they frown.

 Once upon a time, in a land torn by sadness, there lived a young tiger named James. James lived in a forest called, “The Forest of Sadness.” There, Tiger James was sad. He lived with the other sad inhabitants of The Forest of Sadness in their sad, sad world. One day, Tiger James and his brother, Tiger Alex, decided to travel outside of The Forest of Sadness. They were nervous, because the other animals in The Forest of Sadness warned them that, while they were sad in their forest, the rest of the world was even more sad, and that it wasn't worth it. They ignored their warnings and entered the rest of the sad world. “I&rsq