Posts
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not missing you
I don't know why I texted you
Spontaneously last night.
Usually I set up some elaborate plan,
So I can do everything right.
You're failing school,
Well guess what?—So am I,
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A Trapped Poet (inspired by Emily Dickinson)
I am just like her—
Trapped in a sea of white.
My mind is just as frayed—
My heart just as sliced.
By the glittering blades
That contrived all her words.
The letters of her thoughts,
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why
I don't have a favorite word,
And I used to think I liked them all.
But my whole body starts to fall,
At the small whisper of why.
Why are you crying?
Why do you hide?
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writer's block
My computer is dead again,
It's another excuse not to write.
My hand is cramping from playing,
But all the songs don't sound right.
They don't quite understand it,
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the answer
"Why are you sad, my dear?"
My mother asks me again and again,
But my mouth won't open; you can't hear
the words that are caught in a cold, metal chain.
I can't tell her how hard I yearn
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just another poem
I can't breathe,
I haven't felt like this in a while.
I thought it was getting better,
But I'm still drowning in screams.
Breathe,
Take some air, you deserve it.
Loves
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If I could
(Inspired by Astronomy by Conan Gray)
I'd walk you out if I could
Open and close the door ever so gently
Hold your hand as we slowly say goodbye
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The March On
Pretend I am alright,
act like I’m just fine.
Wonder if you see the battle march
in every step I stride.
Pretend I am alright,
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Despondence Note
I’m sorry I got that question wrong.
I’m sorry I can't move on.
I’m sorry I'm not smarter.
I’m sorry I couldn't be stronger.
I’m sorry how I take on as much as I can
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summers before
I haven’t been to upstate New York since I was ten years old and we drove away from our house there without looking back.
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Low Battery
This morning I woke up
to find my phone hadn't charged last night,
so I plugged it in while I stumbled through my morning routine
and picked it up right before I hurriedly left the scene.
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My Head Hurts
Filled with raucous noise
from more than just one voice,
symphonies blaring in my head
and they never seem to end.
My state is in the negatives
from the emotion that peruses me.