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　　Dear Sunshine

　　The way you glow through my blinds in the morning.
　　It makes me feel like you missed me.
　　Kissing my forehead to help me out of bed
　　Making me rub the sleepy from my eyes.

　　Are you asking me to come out and play
　　Are you trusting me to wish away a rainy day
　　I look above. The sky is blue.
　　It\'s a secret, but I trust you too.

　　If it wasn\'t for you, I could sleep forever.
　　But I\'m not mad

　　I want breakfast.

　　Bottles

　　I pop off my scalp like the lid of a cookie jar.
　　It\'s the secret place where I keep all my dreams.
　　Little balls of sunshine, all rubbing together Like a bundle of kittens.
　　I reach inside with my thumb and forefinger and pluck one out.
　　It\'s warm and tingly.
　　But there\'s no time to waste! I put it in a bottle to keep it safe.
　　And I put the bottle on the shelf with all of the other bottles.
　　Happy toughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts in bottles, all in a row.

　　My collection makes me lots of friends.
　　Each bottle a starlight to make amends.
　　Sometimes my friend feels a certain way.
　　Down comes a bottle to save the day.

　　Night after night, more deams.
　　Friend after friend, more bottles.
　　Deeper and deeper my fingers go.
　　Like exploring a dark cave, discovering the secrets hiding in the nooks and crannies

　　LiKe exploring a dark cave, discovering the secrets hiding in the nooks and crannies.
　　Digging and digging.
　　Scraping and Scraping.

　　I blow dust off my bottle caps.
　　It doesn\'t fell like time elapsed.
　　My empty shelf coud use some more.
　　Mu friends look througn my locked front door.

　　Finally, all done. I open up, and in come my friends.
　　In they come, in such a hurry. Do they want my bottles that much
　　I frantically pull them from the shelf, one after the other.
　　Holding them out to each and every friend.
　　Each and every bottle.
　　But every time I let one go, it shatters against the tile between my feet.
　　Happy thoughts, happa thoughts, happa thoughts in shards, all over the floor.

　　They were supposed to be for my friends, my friends who aren\'t smiling.
　　They\'re all shouting, pleading. Something.
　　But all I hear is echo, echo, echo, echo, echo
　　Inside mu bead.

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　　Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of
　　Get.
　　Out.
　　Of.
　　My.
　　Head.

　　Get out of my head before I do what I know is best for you.
　　Get out of my head before I listen to everything she said to me.
　　Get out of my head before I show you how much I love you.
　　Get out of my head before I finish writing this poem.

　　But a poem is never actually finished.
　　It just stops moving.

　　Natsuki

　　Eagles Can Fly

　　Monkeys can climb
　　Crickets can leap
　　Horses can race
　　Owls can seek
　　Cheetahs can run
　　Eagles can fly
　　People can try
　　But thats about it.

　　Amy Likes Spiders

　　You know what I heard about Amy
　　Amy likes spiders.
　　lcky, wriggly, hairy, ugly spiders!
　　That\'s why I\'m not friends with her.

　　Amy has a cute singing voice.
　　I heard her singing my favorite love song.
　　Every time she sang the chorus, my heart would pound.
　　to the rhythm of the words.
　　But she likes spiders.
　　That\'s why I\'m not friends with her.

　　One time, hurt my leg relly bad.
　　Amy help me up and took me to the nurse.
　　I tried not to let her touch me.
　　She likes spiders, so her hands are probably gross.
　　That\'s why I\'m not friends with her.

　　Amy has a lot of friends.
　　I always see her talking to people.
　　She probably talks about spiders.
　　What if her friends start to like spiders too
　　That\'s way I\'m not friends with her.

　　It doesn\'t matter if she has other hobbies.
　　It doesn\'t matter if she keeps it private.
　　It doesn\'t matter if it doesn\'t hurt anyone.

　　Its gross.
　　She\'s gross.
　　The world it better off with outspider lovers.

　　And I\'m gonna tell everyone.

　　I\'ll Be your Beach

　　Your mind is so full of troubles and fears
　　That diminished your wonder over the years
　　But today I have a special place
　　A beach for us to go.

　　A shore reaching beyond your sight
　　A sea that sparkles with brilliant light
　　The walls in your mind will melt away
　　Before the sunny glow.

　　I\'ll be the beach that washes your worries away
　　I\'ll be the beach that you daydream about each day
　　I\'ll be the beach that makes your heart leap
　　In a way you thought had left you long ago.

　　Let\'s bury your heavy thoughts in a pile of sand
　　Bathe in sunbeams and hold my hand
　　Wash your insecurities in the salty sea
　　And let me see you shine.

　　Let\'s leave your memories in a footprint trall
　　Set you free in my windy sail
　　And remember the reasons you\'re wonderful
　　When you press your lips to mine.

　　I\'ll be the beach that washes your worries away
　　I\'ll be the beach that you daydream about each day
　　I\'ll be the beach that makes your heart leap
　　In a way you thought had left you long ago.

　　But if you let me by your side
　　Your own beach, your own escape
　　You\'ll learn to love yourself aqain.

　　Because You

　　Tomorrow will be brighter with me around
　　But when today is dim, I can only look down.
　　My looking is a little more forward
　　Because you look at me

　　When I want to say something, I say it with a shout!
　　But my truest feelings can never come out.
　　My words are a little less empty
　　Because you listen to me.

　　When Something is above me, I reach tor the stars.
　　But when I feel small, I don\'t get very far.
　　My standing is a little bit taller
　　Because you sit with me.

　　I believe in myself with all of my heart.
　　But what do I do when it\'s torn all apart
　　My faith is a little bit stronger
　　Because you trusted me.

　　When something is above me, I reach for the stars.
　　But when I feel small, I don\'t get very far.
　　My standing is a little bit taller
　　Because you sit with me.

　　I believe in myself with all of my heart.
　　But what do I do when it\'s torn al apart
　　My faith is a little bit stronger
　　Because you trusted me.

　　My pen always puts my feelings to the test.
　　I\'m not a good writer, but my best is my best.
　　My poems are a little bit dearer
　　Because you think of me

　　Because you, because you, because you.

　　Yuri

　　Sorry, Yuri is mine

　　Monika

　　Hole in wall

　　It couldn\'t have been me.
　　See, the direction the spackle protrudes.
　　A noisy neighbor An angry boyfriend I\'ll never know. I wasn\'t home.
　　I peer inside for a clue.
　　No! I can\'t see. I reel, blind, like a film left out in the sun.
　　But it\'s too late. My retinas.
　　Already scorched with a permanent copy of the meaningless image.
　　It\'s just a little hole. It wasn\'t too bright.
　　It was too deep.
　　Stretching forever into everything.
　　A hole of in finite choices.
　　I realize now, that I wasn\'t looking in.
　　I was looking out.
　　And he, on the other side, was looking in.

　　Save Me

　　The colors, they won\'t stop.
　　Bright, beautiful colors
　　Flashing, expanding, piercing
　　Red, green, blue
　　An endless
　　cacophany
　　Of meaningless
　　noise

　　The noise, it won\'t stop.
　　Violent, grating waveforms
　　Squeaking, screeching, piercing
　　Sine, cosine, tangent
　　Like Playing a chalkboard on a turntable
　　Like playing a vinyl on a pizza crust
　　An endless
　　poem
　　Of meaningless

　　The Lady who Knows Everything

　　An old tale tells of a lady who wanders Earth.
　　The Lady who Knows Everything.
　　a beautiful lady who has found every answer,
　　All meaning,
　　All purpose,
　　And all that was ever sought.

　　And here I am,

　　a feather
　　Lost adrift the sky, victim of the currents of the wind.

　　Day after day, I search.
　　I search with little hope, knowing legends don\'t exist.
　　But when all else has failed me,
　　When all others have turned away,
　　The legend is all that remains - the last dim star glimmering in the twilit sky.

　　Until one day, the wind ceases to blow.
　　I fall.
　　And fall and fall, and fall even more.
　　Gentle as a feather.
　　A dry quill, expressionless.

　　But a hand catches me between the thumb and forefinger.
　　The hand of a beautiful lady.
　　I look at her eyes and find no end to her gaze.

　　The Lady who Knows Everything knows what I am thinging.
　　Before I can speak, she responds in a hollow voice.
　　\"I have found every answer, all of which amount to nothing.
　　There is no meaning.
　　There is no purpose.
　　And we seek only the impossible.
　　I am not your legend.
　　Your legend does not exist.\"

　　And with a breath, she blows me back afloat, and I pick up gust of wind.
　　亲爱的阳光
　　早上你透过我的百叶窗发光。
　　这让我觉得你很想念我。
　　吻我的额头帮我起床
　　让我把睡意从眼睛里抹去。
　　你要我出来玩吗？
　　你相信我会祝你度过一个雨天吗？
　　我往上看。天空是蓝色的。
　　这是个秘密，但我也相信你。
　　如果不是你，我可以永远睡下去。
　　但我没有生气
　　我要早餐。
　　瓶
　　我像饼干罐的盖子一样从头皮上掉下来。
　　这是我所有梦想的秘密地方。
　　阳光的小球，像一群小猫一样摩擦在一起。
　　我用我的拇指和食指伸进去，然后拔出一个。
　　天气暖和又刺激。
　　但没时间浪费了！我把它放在瓶子里以保证它的安全。
　　我把瓶子和其他瓶子放在架子上。
　　快乐的斗士，快乐的思绪，快乐的思绪，都在一排。
　　我的收藏让我交了很多朋友。
　　每一瓶都有一盏星光来弥补。
　　有时候我的朋友会有某种感觉。
　　为了拯救一天，一只瓶子下来了。
　　夜以继日，更多的死亡。
　　一个又一个朋友，更多的瓶子。
　　我的手指越来越深。
　　就像探索一个黑暗的洞穴，发现隐藏在角落和缝隙里的秘密
　　就像探索一个黑暗的洞穴，发现隐藏在角落和缝隙里的秘密。
　　挖啊挖啊。
　　刮啊刮啊。
　　我吹掉瓶盖上的灰尘。
　　时间并没有流逝。
　　我可以多用些空架子。
　　我的朋友透过我锁着的前门看。
　　最后，一切都完成了。我打开门，我的朋友们进来了。
　　他们来得如此匆忙。他们那么想要我的瓶子吗？
　　我疯狂地把它们从架子上一个接一个地拿出来。
　　把它们交给每一个朋友。
　　每一瓶。
　　但每次我放开一只，它就在我脚下的瓦片上碎裂。
　　快乐的思绪，快乐的思绪，快乐的思绪，散落在地上。
　　它们应该是给我的朋友的，我那些不笑的朋友的。
　　他们都在喊叫，恳求。什么。
　　但我听到的只是回声，回声，回声，回声，回声
　　在穆珠里面。
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　　得到。
　　出去。
　　的。
　　我的。
　　头。
　　在我做我认为对你最有利的事之前，滚开我的脑袋。
　　在我听她对我说的每件事之前，把我从脑子里拿开。
　　在我向你展示我有多爱你之前，快离开我的脑袋。
　　在我写完这首诗之前，把我的脑子给忘了。
　　但一首诗是永远不会写完的。
　　它只是停止移动。
　　夏树
　　老鹰会飞
　　猴子能爬
　　蟋蟀能跳
　　马会赛跑
　　猫头鹰可以寻找
　　猎豹会跑
　　老鹰会飞
　　人们可以试试
　　但就这样。
　　艾米喜欢蜘蛛
　　你知道我听说过艾米吗？
　　艾米喜欢蜘蛛。
　　瘦小的，扭动的，多毛的，丑陋的蜘蛛！
　　所以我和她不是朋友。
　　艾米有一副可爱的歌喉。
　　我听到她在唱我最喜欢的情歌。
　　每次她唱合唱，我的心都会怦怦跳。
　　随着歌词的节奏。
　　但她喜欢蜘蛛。
　　所以我和她不是朋友。
　　有一次，我的腿伤得很重。
　　艾米扶我起来，带我去看护士。
　　我尽量不让她碰我。
　　她喜欢蜘蛛，所以她的手可能很恶心。
　　所以我和她不是朋友。
　　艾米有很多朋友。
　　我总是看到她和别人说话。
　　她可能会说蜘蛛。
　　如果她的朋友也开始喜欢蜘蛛呢？
　　所以我和她不是朋友。
　　她有没有其他爱好都无所谓。
　　她是否保密也没关系。
　　不伤害任何人都无所谓。
　　太恶心了。
　　她很恶心。
　　有了更大胆的爱人，世界会更美好。
　　我要告诉大家。
　　我就是你的海滩
　　你的心里充满了烦恼和恐惧
　　这些年来你的惊奇感减弱了
　　但今天我有一个特别的地方
　　我们可以去的海滩。
　　延伸到你视线之外的海岸
　　波光粼粼的大海
　　你心中的墙会融化
　　在阳光灿烂之前。
　　我将是一个海滩，可以洗去你的烦恼
　　我将成为你每天梦寐以求的海滩
　　我会是让你心跳加速的海滩
　　你以为很久以前就离开了你。
　　让我们把你沉重的思想埋在一堆沙子里
　　沐浴在阳光下，握住我的手
　　在咸海中洗涤你的不安全感
　　让我看到你的光芒。
　　让我们把你的记忆留在脚印上
　　把你放在我的风帆上
　　记住你之所以出色
　　当你把嘴唇贴在我的嘴唇上。
　　我将是一个海滩，可以洗去你的烦恼
　　我将成为你每天梦寐以求的海滩
　　我会是让你心跳加速的海滩
　　你以为很久以前就离开了你。
　　但如果你让我在你身边
　　你自己的海滩，你自己的逃避
　　你会学会爱自己的。
　　因为你
　　有了我，明天会更明亮
　　但是当今天很暗的时候，我只能往下看。
　　我的眼光向前看了一点
　　因为你看着我
　　当我想说什么的时候，我会大声喊出来！
　　但我最真挚的感情永远无法表达。
　　我的话没有那么空洞
　　因为你听我说。
　　当有什么东西在我的头顶上，我会到达星星。
　　但当我觉得自己渺小的时候，我就走不远了。
　　我的站高了一点
　　因为你和我坐在一起。
　　我全心全意地相信自己。
　　但当它被撕碎了我该怎么办？
　　我的信仰更坚定一点
　　因为你信任我。
　　当有东西在我的头顶，我会伸手去抓星星。
　　但当我觉得自己渺小的时候，我就走不远了。
　　我的站高了一点
　　因为你和我坐在一起。
　　我全心全意地相信自己。
　　但当它被撕碎了我该怎么办？
　　我的信仰更坚定一点
　　因为你信任我。
　　我的钢笔总是考验我的感情。
　　我不是一个好作家，但我最好的就是我最好的。
　　我的诗有点贵
　　因为你想我
　　因为你，因为你，因为你。
　　尤里
　　对不起，尤里是我的
　　莫妮卡
　　墙上的洞
　　不可能是我。
　　看，斯派克突出的方向。
　　吵闹的邻居？一个生气的男朋友？我永远不会知道。我不在家。
　　我往里窥视，想知道一点线索。
　　不！我看不见。我卷轴，瞎了眼，像一部被太阳晒坏的电影。
　　但为时已晚。我的视网膜。
　　已经被那毫无意义的图像的永久拷贝烧焦了。
　　只是一个小洞。不是太亮。
　　太深了。
　　永远延伸到一切。
　　有限选择中的一个漏洞。
　　我现在意识到，我没有往里看。
　　我在外面看。
　　而他，在另一边，正在往里看。
　　救救我
　　颜色，他们不会停止。
　　亮丽的颜色
　　闪光、膨胀、穿孔
　　红，绿，蓝
　　无尽的
　　仙人掌
　　毫无意义的
　　噪音
　　噪音，它不会停止。
　　强烈的光栅波形
　　尖叫，尖叫，刺耳
　　正弦、余弦、正切
　　就像在转盘上玩黑板
　　就像在披萨皮上玩乙烯基
　　无尽的诗
　　毫无意义的
　　无所不知的女士
　　一个古老的故事讲述了一位女士在地球上游荡。
　　无所不知的女士。
　　一个找到所有答案的美丽女士，
　　所有的意义，
　　所有目的，
　　以及所有被追求的东西。
　　我在这里，
　　羽毛
　　迷失在天空中，成为风的牺牲品。
　　日复一日，我在寻找。
　　我带着一点希望去寻找，知道传说并不存在。
　　但当其他一切都让我失望的时候，
　　当所有人都转身离开时，
　　传说就是剩下的一切——最后一颗朦胧的星星在暮色的天空中闪烁。
　　直到有一天，风停了。
　　我摔倒了。
　　又跌又跌，跌得更厉害。
　　像羽毛一样温柔。
　　枯燥的羽毛，毫无表情。
　　但是一只手抓住了我的大拇指和食指。
　　一位漂亮女士的手。
　　我看着她的眼睛，发现她的凝视没有尽头。
　　无所不知的女士知道我在想什么。
　　我还没来得及开口，她就低声回答。
　　“我找到了每一个答案，但都是徒劳。
　　没有意义。
　　没有目的。
　　我们只追求不可能。
　　我不是你的传奇。
　　你的传奇不存在。”
　　她一口气把我吹回海面，我又刮起了一阵风。

　　很无趣吗？没关系这不是我写的，这是那个我也不得不敬佩的那个“丹”写的，我尊重他的游戏，但我的变态似乎不那么允许我这样做，她们不会做上我的恋人，没有关系，没有关系的，这不重要真的完全没有关系，看着你被她们......足够令我兴奋

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