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Geometry by August Grey 5.31.2017

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Paper & Landscapes

I hope one day, I might Catch you Through this poetry. Somewhere, undefined, Between these papers and landscapes, You'll be tallying the spilled ink Dedicated to you. ~Signed, August Grey

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Thief

You have robed my pen of any words 

               but those of your memory.

~Signed, August Grey

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~Inspired by Orange Sky by Alexi Murdoch~

You are a kind of new nostalgia.

Something I've never had, but feels so right that my heart cannot refute the joy.

~August Grey

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The Princess With No Kingdom

The Princess Who Had No Kingdom - by August Grey

Not my photo, but it inspired my small story

Once, there lived a princess with no kingdom. Not a drop of regal blood surrounded her petite bones, nor glittering crown placed upon her dark walnut hair.

Yet she was destined to be queen. With rain-boots of red, she made her path in the woods when she was very young, trekking her fiery red wagon full of paper-backed worlds through the sharp, autumn air, leaving a wake of gently trampled fall leaves. It led to a special tree, one whose massive roots had choked out all other surrounding plants, all except for a soft patch of clovers, which the young girl hadn’t ever dared to tread upon. She often sat just adjacent to the uprising of green luck, resting her sidekick, a small, ginger stuffed kitten. After a few chapters-worth of ruling her paper-back world, the princess of seven would gather her things in her little red wagon, and start on the road back to her humble home. This path became her walking companion through years, she was never alone whilst on it, even when her ginger friend was unavailable for the journey. 

She visited the secluded clearing often, finding solace and rest among the cool breeze that accompanied the spot in the woods. As she transitioned to be a young woman, the princess found less time to go to her kingdom, whilst her days filled with the tasks of academic proportions. After little over three months of absence, the growing princess returned to find the colonization of clovers to have gone away. In their memory, a patch of wild daisies was transplanted in its place, for there must always be a place for her red feline, whether he was present or not.

When gentleman callers began to inquire after the princess, for she was of age, she told the tree about them all, yet one stood above the rest. The young man who gave her a smile. The young man who gave her a small, golden box this visit. The young man, still, who gave her a picture. A laugh. A kiss. A ring. His heart, joined with hers. A vow.

It has been years, now, since the walnut-haired, crownless princess has seen the daisy patch, which has grown without her green eyes smiling over them. A few clovers now mingled betwixt the flowers, grown from their ancestors’ seed. Today, as the rains of spring dried, a young girl skipped along the faint, old path of twenty years. Freckled and green eyed, with a heavy-laden backpack of stories, she lay down upon the daisies, producing a thin, weathered book. The tale had once belonged to her mother, princess now turned queen. The child of the walnut-haired young woman and the young man with gifts read her mother’s favorite book until the stars smiled down at her, believing for a moment that time had reversed, and their lost princess had returned.

~ August Grey

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Part Of A Book I'll Write Soon

// And in this costly blood of tomorrow's dictators, we forge our new kingdom. // -August Grey

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Announcement

To all~ I’ve made an Instagram account in order to (hopefully) reach more poets or people who enjoy poetry. Anyone can find it and scroll through. It is under the name August Grey.

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Decoration

Shall I borrow gilded words

           To decorate your memory?

~Signed, August Grey