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Jan 25

Youth March

Jan 25
poem 0 comments challenge: General
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Birds singing,
Grass growing,
Church bells ringing in the distance.

Sleeping in in the morning,
Snuggling up to my dog,
Happy it’s another day of freedom.

Thinking of all the things I can do,
Play outside,
Hang out with my friends,
Or just sit and watch TV.

What a relief it is,
Another day off.

But I miss Saturday,
Because now I  think of the
Five days ahead of me.

School tomorrow,
Big test in the morning,
Babysitting after school.

Gym on tuesday,
Mile run,
My dog tore up my last pair of shorts.

Mom’s got a meeting,
And dad’s working late,
Wednesday night,
I’ll be staying with my aunt and uncle,
They have three crazy kids.

Wishing for a snow day Thursday,
We are watching that movie that everyone's seen,
My three year old cousin loves it.

Basketball ball game Friday night,
Jan 25
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Losing a friend is heartbreaking. Even if they have only moved away, the pain still comes around. When you see them next they act different. They have new interests, new friends, even a new behavior. It hurts when you haven’t changed or forgotten your past, but they have. It hurts so much looking back on the memories together. But now they have left, and you will stay. You will grieve and long for your old friend back. When they visit next, you will expect the girl who only moved away, but will be disappointed when you realize that her emotions, memories, and personality have gone away too.
Jan 24


Jan 24
poem 0 comments challenge: Forest
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I'm indecisive alright, if a decision comes my way the confusion becomes endless.
Forests are beautifully  developed examples of confusion ,every tree represents an obstacle I face.
When the sun rises, I open my eyes to welcome the light, like the leaves of a sweetgum tree waiting to embrace the morning sun.
When the morning fog rolls over the vibrant course moss,it's like the clouds of judgment forming in inside my brain.
Every tiny pool of water shining between the tree roots, is like the scattered fragments of a decisions I have yet to make. 
Jan 24
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The Same

There was a mass shooting,
And it slipped my mind.
What was once a sharp bang,
Fades to a distant hum.
Waxing and waning
Like the police sirens that follow.

I walk the halls of my school,
Wonder where will be hit next.
Go through the assembly,
Hear the words of comfort,
That have begun to run together.
Voice the same fears,
Cry the same tears.

Then it’s off to class,
A new kind of learning,
Announced by the loudspeaker.
Drop your pencils,
Hide in the corner.
It’s the new duck and cover.
We huddle together,
Silently praying we’ll,
Never face the thing,
That we’re readying for.

Send your thoughts and prayers,

Think that it is more reasonable,
To ask grade schoolers to cower,
In the corner of a classroom,
Than it is to pass gun regulation,
And just maybe it’ll be true.

Huddle in the corner and pray,
Jan 23

That Valley, Too Far From You

(photo credit: a friend, over the summer)

I noticed today,
out of the foggy
car windshield 
just how 
much this valley
and those fields 
have somehow become part of me.

I like the way that earth 
can’t blow away with the rain. 

I like the way the grass
smells in midsummer;
sweet earth in clean hands,
dark soil on bare feet. 

I like the way my hands
get just numb enough with cold:
slip them down the back
of your shirt it sends
lightning down your spine.

I like the way you smile
when the first snow falls,
almost like you forgot
it would come at all.

These mountains always look beautiful
against a sunrise...
(even if I won’t admit it) 

This valley might be small
and it might be in the middle
of absolutely nowhere,
but I also might like it.

Almost might like this corner
Jan 23

Thoughts About Old Lives

They knocked down my grandparent's house.
Sold quickly,
and within the month,
all the glass doorknobs,
the flowered wallpaper,
the basement, 
and play kitchen my cousin loved...

the ugly carpets,
and the beautiful drapes,
the plants they couldn't bring with them,
my grandmother's garden,
and the wooden deck I watched them paint...

my grandfather's tiny office,
the bed I slept in,
the closet we never looked in once,
the dining room we ate every holiday dinner in,
and the brick fireplace I never saw a fire in.


I wonder if the family
they're building the new house for
that they'll be living on ghosts. 
Our ghosts.
The pieces 
of furniture and ourselves
that we left behind.

So quickly an old life is gone; 
because we left it to drift away.
And parts of us
are left
Jan 22


I wish I had known you
before the darkness crept in,
before the voices whispered,
before the demons lurked in every corner.

Kind, compassionate, caring,
all manner of “C” sounds to describe you then.
They describe you now still,
only changed,
only not.

It first manifested,
ceaseless, complex, cacophonic.
Your diary read, “I can’t take this,”
and you hit your mother with a wrench,
or so you thought.

Meal time was spent on the porch,
Inside the house, siblings laughed.
Inside your head, something laughed too.

Aunty took one look and said it,
a cruel, careless word,
the word of a trained nurse:

Dad was scared to death.
You were 3 years older than he.
What if he caught the loony gene too?
Oh God, what if they all did?

A trip to Ohio was supposed to set you straight.
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Jan 20
poem 0 comments challenge: Say

Forgive Me

Can't you see me staring at you from across the room?
Only looking my way when I walk though the door. 

When I talk in class you overt your eyes,
turn your gaze to the wall, so not to look at me. 
Why are we like this now?

Remember about a year ago, we were so close.
We read each other's minds. 
Shared everything, from our family troubles to a joke we heard that day.

Now you pretend I'm not there. 

While I wish life was fair, I want our old selves back.
I know it must have been hard to cut me out
Because it was even harder to let you go.

All I want to say to you is
Come back. 

Come back and talk to me,
Come back and explain.

Yet at the same time I just want to forget you. 
Forget the pain and sadness your face has in my mind.
Forget the loss of friendship and joy I had.

But you're there when ever I turn around.
On my phone