That young kid, the one with the spaghetti stained elmo shirt,
sitting behind the faded pane of glass in the frame.
The one who would soon become ashes of youth.
distant memories forgotten.
Like a young chick who has now grown miraculous feathers of blue, and gold
and has left the nest to flourish on his own
and to finally fly, with the rest of the birds that fill the sky.
The three phrases i used are bolded.
Random Oxymoron Generator:
Beautiful Misery
Fights lead to headaches, which lead to tears
tears become sleep and anger
those days of anger become deep depression
But finally, when you least expect it
A jolt of life is shot throughout your body
because even though you feel so dead
You've never felt more alive.
Magnetic Poetry:
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