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Counting By Thousands
I've given up counting.
I can't do it anymore.
Statistics
Days
Minuets
People.
I've stopped ticking each one of my finger.
I've stopped listing numbers in my head,
Because at this point its just words
Hundreds, -
The City That Never Sleeps
NY City, we have the best hotdogs,
I swear by them its true,
Have you tried an Annie's pretzel?
You have to get one too.
Our skyscrapers are wonderful
An architectural peak,
The view from 400 stories up -
The Zoomers
how funny how the people in this quarentine time,
are dealing with the issue of having school online.
Jonny always goes to school in full pajama wear
He sits in math with cereal, he hasn't got a care. -
Page Twelve
If you see page twelve,
you'll find an average piece.
Some writting from a person-
nothing to unique.
six paragraphs in total,
spread across the page,
The writer barely thought
a reader would engage.
Written in some hours -
My father's daisy apron
I had no idea.
None.
Who would?
But quarantine made things different.
Bizarre.
And in at least one way - amazing.
Did you know my dad can cook?
I did not.
My sister did not.
I don't think he knew either. -
Teacher VS Zoom
Mrs cooper fin’lly switched to zoom
It took her very long,
I’m guessing that it was because
She couldn’t turn it on.
But now she fin’lly sent the link,
We were surprised she dared.
But when we answered to the call
Loves
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Peonies
I lay them in a mandala, the shards of glass
I pull from my back, one by one. I let them
scar over, and I surround the mandala
in peonies, because the pain was not for nothing
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Mother
I hear you ... singing to the sky
I see you ... dancing through the lies
I feel you ... your touch ever so dear.
I know you ... you are my mother, and that is clear.
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She was herself
she was wildflowers and star-filled skies
she was screaming and laughing
she was loving so hard you can't think anymore
she was jumping off a cliff and the feel of water on your skin
she was your wildest dreams
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bloom
she was made of all her sorrow
and yet she bloomed like a sunflower
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toxic
you are the type of person
i don't want to like
and yet
every time i see your face
my mind forgets
every single thing
i really hate about you
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Misplaced Trust, and What Comes After
I will give you my heart;
A little glass thing.
It reflects the stars burning in your eyes.
You will drop it on the sidewalk,
And call all of my broken pieces beautiful.
Pick it up shard by shard,