Fall

Fall Song

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Love

Winter comes

To ice over my heart

Gone is my sunshine

My only sunshine

Summer is past

Our prime behind

Fall is here

And I strike the earth

“What goes up

Must come down”

And “what goes around

Comes around”

But as the leaves change

And fall to the ground

Someday you’ll fall

In my arms again

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Liar, Liar

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Just For Fun

Liar, Liar

On the wire

How soon till you fall

How long till you hit a wall

And every last lie

Will crash and die

Flames burn a hole

Into your soul

When you see the destruction

Of your construction

And you’re left all alone

Because of every lie you own

And when you wish that you were dead

Than hurt one hair on their head

For at last they can see through your lies

You can’t see the pain behind their eyes  

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Harvest


Harvest

A sweep of winds through the thistles,
send seeds adrift in a cottony cloud.
All scatter aloft to sow the lea,
to await the spring, 'neath winter's shroud.

Ushered is autumn- from summer's sun,
start of the season requesting its reign.
Arrival for harvesting nature's blooms,
spreading new life across the terrain.

In moons of September's - evening chills,
fate of foliage - wanes like the light.
Mornings that glisten in covered frost,
brings shades of wilt before next night.

From brittle stems to barren boughs,
a granted destiny - every fall.
Days that bear ripened grains,
ages of wisdom to nurture all.

Throughout the expanse of fertile lands,
seedlings nestle in untilled grounds.
With reach stretching to open skies,
the harvest from autumn abounds.

© C.E.Vance

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Kicking Leaf Piles

As I'm walking down the street,
waving to people that I meet,
I spot piles of leaves on the ground,
piled up into a mound.

I hurry up and look around,
wondering if anyone else sees what I've found.

Then I start running with glee,
this pile of leaves is just for me!

I kick them up into the sky,
and stand still as they fly up high!

The beautiful colors are everywhere,
I can't help but stay and stare.

I'll continue on my way,
but I'll kick more leaves another day!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I don't know, lol. It just came to me as I was writing it. Please let me know what you think!

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Passenger Seat Prayers

There's a spot in my chest where my heart used to beat.
But I drowned it with longing from the passenger seat.
Out the window the tree line whips by in a blur.
I'd tell you I loved you if I wasn't unsure.

The revving of engines fills the void in the space,
where the butterflies flew at the sight of your face.
I'd like to believe my tongue still hits the mark,
To find the rhythm and tempo that matches your heart.

Like old clothes, our comfort came apart at the seams.
Our nightmares together became our daydreams.
I still see you in summer, when the day meets the night.
But it's turning to fall and you're losing the fight.

the world that made me

Folder: 
tragedy

Told and told a thousand lies
Held a thousand hands
Trusted a thousand tricks
Suffered a thousand spites
Dug my heels in
Pleaded my cases
Held my tongue
And doled out graces
And for what and where I've been
And what and where I've seen
I am a product of my environment
A survivor by my imagination
The world that I was given to
Tore my soul apart
The world I'm going to
Won't change a thing
This one has left its marks on me.

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Death

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Light and Dark

Light turns shadow
Shadow grows darker
Brightness has left from my eyes

Light has left me
Darkness calls me
As I sink into these lies

The world has called me
And I will answer
As I fall into this void

Sleep now takes me
Life has left me
Now I lie dead and cold.

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Leaves

Folder: 
Nature

Leaves,
Floating through the air,
Travelers that travel the world,
They see more than I.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this in 8th grade

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Summer's Wane

Those cool September nights
chilling us so.
Though we dressed in remembrance

of August

with her warm, welcoming ways
waving us in for a safe landing
upon a soft shore.

The chilly, early fall evenings
cool upon our skin,
but within we’re dripping sweat
in my backseat,
bent.

We hit some turbulence in these dimming skies,
highlighting our wanting eyes,
with all the typical tints
of yellow and pink,
purple and orange,
so awesome and grand
hanging over this
cold land.

-Ryan K. Fuller

Author's Notes/Comments: 

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