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Schoolwork
Schoolwork
Homework
How exciting.
I think my teachers are trying to kill me.
They assign lots of assignments
Worksheets, sometimes a quiz
Normally I wouldn't mind
But I'm not a math whiz.
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Timeless
I wanted to stay there forever
Under that tree with you.
I wanted to lie there
Live beneath the sky's blue.
I wanted to look at the constellations at night
And name the clouds' shapes in the daytime.
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Irreplaceable
Irreplaceable
Is us
You and I
Together
Joking and laughing from things like the weather
To ghost cows and weird books and crazy ideas
To fanfictions and emails and drafts we'll never send.
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Falling Lasts Forever
I don't believe in love at first sight.
I don't believe in miracles
That happen overnight.
I don't believe in princes
With perfect hair and smiles
And I don't believe in fairy godmothers
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You Wish
You wish I'd give in
You wish I'd give up.
You'd wish I'd stop fighting
For me and for us.
You wish I'd stop arguing
Stop pointing fingers
You wish I'd quit blaming
But my fire, it lingers.
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Over It
We were great, sure
Until suddenly we weren't.
I liked you as a person
But not much more than a friend.
You were cool and funny
I was, well, am, me.
We got a long just fine
But you wanted more from me.
Loves
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The Bathroom Mirror
Give the lights a sickly yellow glow
Let me reflect
The scribbled-on stall doors and brightly-colored posters
Framing her face, to remind her
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Vulnerable
At school
we're doing a poetry unit.
"Oh cool, we write poetry all the time!"
My friend says.
What we didn't realize, though,
was that the teacher turned on the tap
to our inner selves
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An Idea
It is started by a piece of paper
written in blue pen ink
smeared as it is folded twice
passed to a friend.
Purple marker replies to blue pen
folded up the same way as before;
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You and me
You and me, hand in hand like always. From the moment I met you, I’ve felt safe and I can’t really explain why. Maybe it’s the way your whole face smiles when I round the corner, maybe it’s the way we are always laughing.
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girl why him
train marriage
limp white chrysanthemum limbs
bent around the black oiled cables
screeching in rattling orbit until final ends
when the dog barks at the falling train
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How Could One Love So Hard?
“How could you ever love me?” she asked.
Look at my skin, charred.
My face, scarred.
My body, branded by people’s opinions of me.
“How could you ever love me?”