Cassidy garner
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The seasons of life
I’ve lived a million lives. I’ve been the sad little girl who watched her family fall apart. I’ve been the kid in school whose last name has a bad reputation. I’ve been the girl who watched her family go through dark days. I’ve been the one of many young girls who cried over feeling like an outsider. I’ve been your basic, white, suburban cheerleader. I’ve been the girl in the closet lost and confused. I’ve been the one who took the path less traveled and went off into the big wide world instead of going to school. I’ve been the vegetarian hippie, who was a part of one of most unique experiences someone could ask for. I’ve been the young naive girl, in love for the first time so sure that it’ll last forever. I’ve been the girl who got her heart broke by the person she gave her whole life to. I’ve been the Woman who built her life from square one and decided to believe in and love herself everyday, regardless of what the outside world says. I’ve lived a million different lives.
By Cassidy garner5 years ago in Poets
I found it in the Trees
I found it in the trees. I found it in the way you looked at me. An old song playing, springing a memory I thought I had lost into my mind. The sun peaking through my blonde hair as my silhouette was consumed by the light. I found it staring into the moon, silently in the night. The windows down, air filling my lungs, my fingertips tracing what was right in front of me. I found it curled up in my bed telling myself everything was going to be alright. Watching the mountains be lit from behind by the sunrise. I found it in crowded rooms, and sitting alone in my room. I found it everywhere. I found it in you, me and just about everything. I found my inspiration to be in all these things.
By Cassidy garner5 years ago in Poets
You would love the Leaves in the fall
You would love the leaves in the fall. I saw you chase one on the street as the wind blew it past you.You would love the leaves in the fall except where were going the trees cling to their leaves all year long. I wonder if this is a good or bad thing. A place that doesn’t experience every season, every change with it. I wonder if our souls will grow in a place that remains the same. I wonder what will come, what will be. When the fall comes and there are no leaves. Leaves in the fall, oh how I love life's little simplicities. You would love the leaves the fall you see, but where we're going they’ll be no leaves.
By Cassidy garner5 years ago in Poets
Yellow She will be
Before we came to be , colors were simply a wavelength of light. Today we attach color to genders, feelings and objects. Looking at all the colors of the rainbow and what they claim to be. I am yellow. Yellow like lemons, honey bee’s, sunflowers and all the warm and happy things. Yellow like the sun that lights up everyones life, and yet lives alone for all eternity. I am yellow because I am bright, and happy, and yet living out my eternity lonely. Shedding life and warmth to each soul I meet while having no one to be yellow for me. Yellow she will be, appearing cheerful and free. So while yellow is seen as joy and being content, the irony is alone and sad is how her life will be spent.
By Cassidy garner5 years ago in Poets
