I flap.

It will come as no surprise to most of you to learn that I am a flapper, the rest of you probably haven’t heard the term. A flapper is not some weird sea creature but someone who panics and gets agitated with themselves.

I flap therefore I am, at times I think I was born to flap, as somehow it’s encoded into my DNA. I’m always trying to find the answers to everything but could it be I was just made this way?

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New Tomorrow?

It feels as though I let you all down,

The grey cloud above the perfect town,

A caterpillar who won’t become a butterfly,

Silent nothings that haunt your battle cry.

Patches of frost on newly bloomed rose,

A tiny hole in your beautiful new clothes,

The ugly duck in a lake filled with swans,

Decaying rust that muddies antique bronze.

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The Darkness

The bus drives down an empty street,

A man staggers home with two left feet,

Blue lights twinkle in the far distance,

As the woman wonders about her existence.

How quiet the town becomes at twilight,

We fear the monsters that lurk in the night,

Uncertainty of what creeps in the shadows,

A woman worries if these are appropriate clothes.

Silence slithers through the same familiar ground,

He is happy waiting for the perfect victim to surround,

No one around will listen when she cries out in pain,

The woman’s life will forever feel this very strain.

A burden she will carry with her through it all,

Times will be that tough she will fail to crawl,

Horrified at what the darkness could send her way,

This woman continues to fear it until this day.

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The Autumn Trees.

As she sits on her chair watching the leaves change,

The feeling of joy seems somewhat strange,

People below are always to busy to notice,

Its beauty is being appreciated by the poetess.

All she can see is the magnificent autumn trees,

How they dance in the slightest hint of a breeze,

The road below her is busy and congested,

But when she stares out she always feels rested.

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