#poeticallymouse

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rain.

it could be dew on some flowers.

or a liquid sunshine shower.

right now, the rain covers my face.

torrent and beautiful... like lace.

in the morn’, the sky will sprinkle.

his eyes, oh, how they will twinkle.

the raindrops on his precious skin.

how they taste sweet like this sin.

there will be precipitation.

and a flame of sweet sensations.

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from trike to bike.

at seven, you transition from trike to bike.

at eleven, you discover what you like and dislike.

at thirteen, you find that reality is rough.

at fourteen, you find that love is tough.

at sixteen, you get to drive on your own.

at eighteen, you’re thrown into the unknown.

at twenty, you’ve become who you want to truly be.

at twenty-three, you pay your bills and tell your parents to “let me be”.

at thirty, you’ve gotten over your “adventurous” stage.

and at thirty-one, you turn a new page.

at thirty-two, you have an amazing husband, a seven-year-old daughter, and a brand new trike.

and then you realize that she, too, is transitioning from trike to bike.

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quote of the day.

“look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.”

— albert einstein

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a walk.

the cold breeze whips against my skin.

the cool, fresh air against my chin.

we are on the best promenade.

a perfect stroll, a serenade.

we wander on a concrete path.

in the precious city, named Gath.

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poetry.

poetry is like going on a mission.

writing it is like music composition.

it is my hazy muse.

like a flame to a fuse.

every rhyme is a wonderful rhythm.

each time i write them, i feel like i live them.

they are epic verses.

sometimes, they could be worse.

i could do anything to write a stanza.

so i can turn it into a bonanza.

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interlude #12.

hey, everyone!

okay, okay… sooooo… i know it has been a *very long time* since i’ve posted a poem, but i have been *extremely busy* with my personal life and college academics, so i have decided to put a hold on my poems until i go back home for my spring break.

another thing: i have started making a poetry book with all of my poems, as it has been my legit *dream* to make book ever since i was in elementary school (in fifth grade). it has been nine years since then. think about it: nine years. i am currently in my second year as a freshman in college. this book has been procrastinated and thought about for that long.

anyway, i just have a teeny tiny piece of my book done, which means i have thousands and thousands of poems to write. this may take a couple months and/or years, but once it’s done, i will *for sure* put an official and approved announcement out on here, letting you know that it is available to purchase. hopefully, it won’t take too long, but processing a book demands time that i don’t always have on hand. therefore, it may take years.

until then, i have another account for my music recommendations, which is @musicallymouse

that is where i post my utmost favorite and *highly* recommended songs, based off of my taste. i haven’t posted for a while, but i intend to get a post scheduled for tomorrow.

welp. i better sign off now. have a great day and night, everyone!

xoxo,

mouse.

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quote of the day.

“as soon as we left the ground, i knew i, myself, had to fly.”

— amelia earhart

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freedom.

freedom isn’t everywhere.

sometimes, it’s a nightmare.

we can take pride in what we do.

sometimes, we can see it straight through.

here’s one situation:

we are all one nation.

this means that we are not war.

but rather, we are one of those who soar.