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A Spark of Worth
Little orange mushrooms sprout,
The ruffle running along a crack
In the dark wooded log.
The rain is constant,
Drizzling across the lake,
Fogging the air,
Settling gloom into everything. -
Organized Yet Abstract
A streak of gray rushes to the sky,
Soaring and arching,
Up, up, up.
A thin line of smoke is left behind,
A trail of the firework's journey.
It begins to ark,
The parabola beginning to be graphed, -
An Arrow Drawn Back
My fingers pull back,
The arrow drawn with it,
The tip aimed down at the target.
My breathing steadies,
My thoughts slow,
Nothing else mattering.
The thin, pointed cone aims,
Steading towares the ring, -
A Determination to Grow
Little berries lie in front of me,
The seeds still clinging to the vine,
The red still darkening to black.
They greedily soak up the sun,
Their cloroplasts begging for the light,
Their leaves fanning open. -
Overlapping theories
My eyes study my drawing,
Laying simply on the white paper in front of me,
Pouring over the intersecting lines,
Connecting corners,
And overlapping connections.
Each line is only a representative, -
A Story Whirls Into View
My feet spin my bike pedals,
Pushing me along the trail
As stories invade my focus.
My mind swirls,
Colors whirl,
As ideas emerge from the flurry.
Names fill my head,
Plots come into view,
Places teleport into my thoughts.
Loves
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April, My Admiral
April, my admiral,
lighten my wings with your shrill whistle,
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Infinity String
We are all born containing a roll of wool
Soundlessly, mine intertwined with yours
My other half
Merged and fused
Not on a leash nor a chain
A delicate soft lace
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My Best Friend
As I stood there
Crying in the rain
I stopped and stared
At the sunset before me
My tears fell faster
As I remembered
The feel of his arms
Around me
And thought of how
Distant he’s been
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Grow Up
When I come home from school
and my parents ask how my day was
my answer is almost always
"Irritating"
or
"Bad"
or
"A pain in the butt".
Why?
Because my classmates will
scream
