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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.
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the lily petal
The flower petal was from a lily,
It was white, light, and innocent.
It floated on the top of loathsome water,
It appeared lonely, slowly deteriorating there.
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tied to you
It's endless,
The loop of love.
I fall into it once,
And it feels like I'll never escape.
It's like I'm tied to myself,
Suffocating in thousands of knots,
Tied by you.
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Who I Actually Am
I feel so hopeless,
Every second, every minute.
It feels like my heart beat is out of rhythm,
And the measure shouldn't be completed.
This is the only way I know how
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for my girlfriend, who gets me roses
for my girlfriend who gets me roses,
but not just any plain old red ones,
but flowers in my favorite color,
and she knows that I love them.
for my girlfriend who gets me presents,
Loves
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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.
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slippery, sunlit silence
Once, we met.
My hair was up, and the world was coated with snow,
and you
talked to me with wide blue eyes
and a slippery smile, easy to fall into.
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Soup
I sit down with a bowl of soup,
take my spoon, and begin to scoop.
My mind spins as I go through the motion
for it knows no rest.
I hear no commotion
as I slurp and digest.
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Young Love
“Look at her,”
There was a lovestruck girl obsessively drawing hearts on her note card
“look at past you.”
Sincere love flowed from her fingertips.
She believed she was loved.
“Do you think she's dumb?”