
RiverbendTransluscent lines of a river's foldRiverbend by ~Mimibert
Gems of blue and fish of gold
Shimmer and dance, the embrace of an old friend
Down the steady shores of a riverbend.
Smooth canoe tracks over gentle rides
Over gentle stones with a gentle glide
Gentle, gentle. Will these softened turns end?
Down the steady shores of a riverbend?
But is the river really steady?
Or maybe I'm just not ready
Skies are whispy and clouds in flame, is this pretend?
Down the steady shores of a riverbend?
These waters are always churning
Always flowing and always turning
With my future on a teater, on this brand new pend
Down the steady shores of a riverbend
I can't see past these rugged waves
Icecap tips, I'm the waters slave
How will I ever live, if my dreams cannot extend
Down the steady shores of a riverbend?
Familiar lines are washed and shed
Blue walls are now crashing instead
Is this really where I belong, where

Crash And BurnI wonder if other people see how I feel.Crash And Burn by ~Mimibert
With every glare to meet my eyes,
its another preying glare to slap my face
and another glare that heats my cheeks with nervous fire
I wonder if, day after day,
if people see my fear, if they see how I shake.
When they walk by, I stumble away
because I know they don't want me near them.
I wonder if they pity me
If they see the lonely child inside my glass skin.
Sometimes they give me gentle eyes
because they feel sorry for how lonley I really am inside.
I wonder if they know I don't fit in,
if they try to welcome me but I'm too naive to see.
But everytime I just walk away because-
because everytime I try is another crash and burn.

Isomnia.To the mocking flash of my cell phone clockIsomnia. by ~Mimibert
The glitter of morning my closed blinds block
In a hunch on a chair or a ball on my bed
Comfortable and comfy but I stay up instead
With paper and pens and paintbrushes I raise
And the stories that unfold on each turning page
Youtube, Facebook, and clicking links
Are the things that keep me from even a blink
Round and round, my thoughts echo and spin
Closing my eyes even seems like a sin
Redbull, pepsi, and midnight snacks
Drinks of sugar in tempting twelve packs
The silence of myself and the embrace of a book
Casting and reeling until sleep's on my hook
They say theres plenty of fish in the sea
But sleep swims deeper than my hook can see
Alone in a dimming desk lamp light
Confronted by morning that stepped through the night
Open curtains, birds with a morning song
It's a shame I had to wait this long.

Stupid BlondeWhy, yes.Stupid Blonde by ~Mimibert
I do pick up books.
And thank you for thinking I hold them upside down or I can't even finish the first page.
Why, yes.
I do math.
And thank you for thinking I can't long divide or that numbers shave my mind blank.
Why, yes.
I can write.
And, again, thank you for thinking I can't use a pen or that I <rite tings liek dis>
Why dont you take a label maker and slap it right on my forehead? All to see and all to share?
"Stupid blonde"
Maybe a pawn in your conversation, or ideas just easily ignored.
A voice filtered upon arrival and spilled down the drain to wash away, carried to a place where rubbish seals any whisper left to fade.
Voices become whispers, and whispers become the helpless echos of ideas shed free of a mind that is as fully functional as yours,
My friend, it is but you who label me with a permanent marker, that set my skys with the bleakest ink.
But h
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