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I am a creature of the deep
I rule the seas while you sleep.
The land with all its roads and trees
Cannot compare, for I grace the seas.
My people roam the world beneath
And do not fear the things with teeth.
Their enemies will my wrath incur
For I am the queen of the Mer.
The water, to you, may seem serene
But beware for there are foes unseen.
My waves can pull your ships with ease
Do not be fooled, for I own the seas!
I rule the seas while you sleep.
The land with all its roads and trees
Cannot compare, for I grace the seas.
My people roam the world beneath
And do not fear the things with teeth.
Their enemies will my wrath incur
For I am the queen of the Mer.
The water, to you, may seem serene
But beware for there are foes unseen.
My waves can pull your ships with ease
Do not be fooled, for I own the seas!
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Discover Suns and Halos
I feel like I am falling and falling,
but how I wish it was a "fall from grace"
just to know what grace feels like.
But I know I have never spent a day of my life there.
Do not give up!
Not before this sunset,
not before this beauty that goes even beyond
what the eyes can see.
But my eyes can only see fear,
all because I dare to take the first step,
or rather it was dared for me.
All I really wanted was to stay
in a shell I have long since overgrown,
to stay in the waters that do not even
touch my knees. I did not want to step
into a new world.
But now I have.
It is summer, but I am shivering,
and debating on whether to turn on the heat,
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winter's child with a
summer glow, the seasons were
combed into you hair
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Fields and Fields and Endless Fields
He looks on across sprawling fields
of futures and possibilities.
Behind him is a pin prick--the past. The
linear thing that happened.
It's there, like a root, underground,
surrounded by dirt and worms.
It's there, bursting from seed and
pressing to the surface. Always pressing
into the fields.
The past is the root. We are the tree.
The fields make up the rest.
And the fields are where the
magic happens. They're a playground of sorts.
Full of possibilities. Governed by illusions.
Ruled by nothing that can be controlled.
Dangerous and deadly and too
big to comprehend.
So he looks across them all, fields and fields and
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nice! Stories in poems are always great