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They moved us;
Left us in a different place.
We were walked into a room
Toys scattered everywhere
So many toys...

And atop the table
A rainbow!
Condensed into a jar
Divided.
We picked up a colour
And played with it.

We drew ourselves.
Nothing but geometric shapes.
Simple
But undeniably us.

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You remember the taunts,
You remember the games,
You remember the fun.
You remember
(best of all)
Throwing tantrums.

Memories of lion cubs
Scuffles and scares;
Nostalgia.

Time passes
Inevitably.
You wave goodbye to them all every morning
Then spend your time sorting coins.
And waiting.

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The walls are white,
Like always
--Why have you never noticed this before?
(Is it because
--Just maybe
The stage was always dark while you stood on it?)

The walls are white,
The lights are on,
They sat you in front of a box.
Flashing colours, silly sounds
You laugh a bit, look around
Then wonder why they're gone.

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Feeling very mellow today. Here's a Penny before I forget:

Penny #7

"By all means let's be open-minded, but not so open-minded that our brains drop out."

~ Richard Dawkins

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You began a process
--Process of elimination,
Subtly, oh so subtly.
(There's a hole
In your piggy bank and they're dropping out
--The pennies, of course)

A new flame alights
And yours flickers
For just a second.

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Are these poems related? Who knows? What are they about? I'll leave that for you to figure out yourself. ^^

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There was a time
When we were Inspired.

A time
When we'd fall into that deep well
Accidentally on purpose.
We'd stay there until a frog would leap out,
Ask us what we were doing,
Bribe us with a gift,
And lure us away.
But sooner or later we'd come back
Simply because.

The well was still there
And there was always time.

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I found a bunch of mini poems I'd written a while ago just the other day, and, since I'm not doing anything else with this blog, just felt like posting them. I'm curious as to whether I can even call them poems since they look more like cut up little stories to me.

Mind you, there's some very strange metaphors even I can't understand. Is that a good or a bad thing?
Feel free to interpret these whichever way you wish. I'll post another one up when I can.