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dead moment
Moments slip away
faster than I'd like them to.
Moments I could hold onto forever
moments I would hold onto forever
if I were given the chance.
Although memories are forever,
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writer's chaos
Well, here we go again.
The urge to write a poem
but unsure what to write about.
That’s what this is.
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Stuck in September
“Hey! Congrats, you finished! Would you like to see how far you’ve come?”
“Finished? What do you mean finished? It’s barely been a week, are you kidding me?”
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infinitely halfway
I want to grow up but I don’t.
But I do
but I don’t.
But lucky for me I don’t have to make that decision.
I’m forced to grow up whether I like it or not.
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Comfortably Numb
I don’t love school.
I don’t hate it all the time
but I hate it enough to say
I don’t like it.
I like one class
and goofing off during study hall
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all at once
Overwhelmed
by everything unexplainable,
everything that can't be put into words.
There is too much that needs to be let go
so it comes out silently,
but is never fully gone.
Loves
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I Hope
I hope that one day,
I can make an impact,
and change lives for the better.
I hope that every little kid
grows up with childlike hope,
and never loses it.
I hope that one day,
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Life Plans
A single spark, a fleeting breath,
This wild, precious life, defying death.
I'll chase the sun on windswept shore,
And seek the truths I can't ignore.
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dear madame president
i hope that you rest easy as the world
tumbles down into fire
for you did everything you could
& we didn't do enough. it was never
your fate to carry the failures of
common sense & education, but now
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Defying Perfection
Perfection- it has taken over the lives of millions of teenagers.
Expectations of perfection from parents, teachers, guardians, random people you've never even met, classmates, friends, and even yourself.
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Ink
There is a different version of me that leaks out,
dripping ink on these pages,
hollow and raw,
saying all my thoughts.
A flow of words that may have never left my head,
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Rainy Day
A grandmother bakes
A batch of warm cookies
Peppered with butterscotch chips,
A chocolate kiss pressed in the center,
For her grandchildren