Invisible Ink
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A collection of Poetry
By Rosie H
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I spy with my little eyes Something that's red. It covers the earth in a figurative pool, and spreads for real, dispensable as water, on the battlefield. Blood? Yeah, you got it. I spy with my little eyes Something that's invisible, but paints every leader's face. Bringing war and destruction to innocent lives, turning our biggest enemy into ourselves. Power? Pretty much. I spy with my little eyes Something that's green. Something that some people throw up in the air as others scramble to catch it, something that's wasted on lies and false promises. Another cause of war, something we've chosen to live off of. Money? Of course. I spy with my little eyes A flickering light at the end of the tunnel, something that seems so bright sometimes and disappears as we try to obtain it, because it goes to the people who need it most, but don't dare ask for it. Hope? You're good at this game. Well, your turn.
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Love’s Dark Magic
Night has fallen yet again, and it’s time to go to bed. I'll tell you a story that you should store in your little heads. It's about a magic power that's always been very, very real That traps us in its magic bag with a magic seal. It’s called love, little children, as sharp as a knife and as sweet as a rose. It’s ever-changing, everlasting, so it never, ever goes And one little girl finds love for herself on a breezy summer day But death and grief, like they always do, will soon come out to play. This little girl had a lot to do and not sure where to start So just in time a little boy came and captured her heart. It seemed the perfect recipe for happily ever after As the little boy filled the little girl with joy and merry laughter. And as the little girl grew up to woman And the little boy grew up to a man They trudged through life hand-in-hand, it's what you have to do. And soon the bitter taste of reality came crashing down on the two. The need for war quickly arose When the need will stop no one ever knows And the poor little girl's love went to fight. He sent her letters, was gone sixty-eight nights. His words stopped coming one day The day death and grief came out to play And evil words spelled in blood came instead The evil words spelled in blood no one wanted read. And the girl's heart broke, as most things do Collapsing under the disaster that life throws at you. But even the worst break has to mend And the little girl's heart had love again to lend To those who need it, To those who lost it To those who know something's wrong Whether you hope you have enough Or whether you hope that it's strong enough
When you find The One The love of your life That love will last long. And now little children, as your mind puts on a show And you dream your innocent dreams What you'll never even begin to know Is that the little girl was me.
Whatever Whatever happens, it's just so...whatever. A new day, a new hope, a new leader. Whatever, whatever. A brand new story, a brand new rule Whatever you deem important. You say I have to do this; it's for the best I wasn't going to object in the first place. No, I don't care, I don't know what to say I don't know what to look for, I don't know what to think Whatever you tell me too, I guess. Life, it's just so‌.whatever.
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The Owl He watches and waits In the dead of night Oblivious to any distractions Until the lonely life of a Poor Lost Confused And Suicidal Mouse catches his eye And he turns his attention to his target. The mouse walks Gladly into death's waiting...beak And ends the life that tormented him so.
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The Owl