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Tired
Tiredness is a feeling.
An emotion.
An echo.
I am tired,
so tired
of being tired
all the time.
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Wind and Trees
The wind says
come.
Let me brush the leaves off your shoulder
and have them f l u t t e r in the breeze.
Let me beautify
your decay
and send your colors
spinning -
A year (if personified)
I. January - i would be bitter too, if i was always forgotten. i would be closed off and cold, fix my icy gaze upon anyone who dared to spite me. i wouldn't like myself. wouldn’t like always being forgotten. always being upstaged. -
When I Felt Like Living
I felt ethereal yesterday. Not today. But yesterday
I felt,
ethereal.
As I traversed down the gray highway with an ever changing sky.
The clouds were blue lavender smoke, -
Gradient of Gray
This is a fragile moment.
Everything is changing colors.
The pavement on my street is
blackened
The remnants of rain giving an oily sheen.
Walls darken
Loves
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April, My Admiral
April, my admiral,
lighten my wings with your shrill whistle,
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the american dream
i toured six different colleges over the past week
& i didn't care about the clubs
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Lavender and Gardenias
Her room smelled of lavender and gardenias
As we lay under silky rays of sun
And danced around the truth in long, snaking sentences,
Words falling over one another until they
Became nothing, only syllables
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