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i look up into the skies
and there my mistakes glisten,
hundreds of millions of broken memories,
still giving off guilt though they may be light-years away.
i'll never be able to reach them,
but they still reach me
every time i look up into the skies.
and there my mistakes glisten,
hundreds of millions of broken memories,
still giving off guilt though they may be light-years away.
i'll never be able to reach them,
but they still reach me
every time i look up into the skies.
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RIP Sandy Hook Elementary victims
Please keep Sandy Hook Elementary in your prayers.
How could they do this?
27 killed, 18 CHILDREN.
How could they take this towns bliss?
The town next to me,
5 minutes from where i was,
A tragic killing spree,
My school in a buzz.
My schools doors locked,
Police surround,
Everyone was shocked
There wasn't a sound.
In just moments the nation knew,
This doesn't feel real,
How could this be true?
It's numbness I feel.
Im shaking,
Im scared,
I can't seem to grasp it...
I sit here in my tears,
Surrounded by fears,
Please keep the adults and children in your prayers. <3 RIP
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There was something of the night, she would say, which had always frightened her.
It wasn't the moonless shadows or the strange prolixity of sounds, but the way the skyline would shatter just beyond the city's crest, as if proving to her childish mind that nothing is truly limitless. Not even the sky.
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The Slaughtered Children.
Why? Why? They were children! Children! How could someone strip a child, multiple children, of their innocence! How could someone strip them of life?
Children are one of the few good things in life. Always learning, not dispicable liars or haters or cheaters like the majority of adults, not able to commit horrendous crimes, not aware of the greater scheme of life going on around them. Believer's they are. In a child's mind, the characters of stories such as Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny are alive. Magic is real and all around us, commanded and cast by the fairies who were blessed by the mighty kings and queens from far far away. In a chi
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I think this is a really great metaphor for mistakes, as well as guilt and regret; we can never reach them to correct them, but they still shine at us endlessly. And since we can't just stop looking at the night sky, the best we can do is convince ourselves that they are beautiful.
That's what I got from it, anyway. Great poem!
That's what I got from it, anyway. Great poem!