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A Sonnets Sonnet
I now must write a sonnet but I can’t.
It seems my mind is dim with things to say.
I’d like to plagiarize, alas I shan’t!
I’ll suffer through the darkness all the way.
Oh thoughts! Do come and grant me with your light. -
Time creates impending fear
I have this impending fear that I won't have enough time.
that I am precariously balancing everything that is precious to me
While standing on the head of a pole
And no matter which way I twist,
either to get away from work, -
Introduction- J
Well- I'm kind of late to this workshop, but it still sounds really intruiging, soooo, I'm doing it. Heyo my name is Jay, aka Treblemaker, and I'm so excited to participate in this workshop. This is the first YWP workshop i've participated in ever. -
My Better Self
Help me be my better self
Do not bring me down.
lets not fight about all this
Falling to ground.
You can help me love myself
Why don't you hold your tongue
The easy path is quicker, sure
But take the better one. -
We New Yorker's call that Snow
A quite winter snow at night
Is magical and pretty.
Until the morning traffic comes
Because its New York City.
the cold and sparkling snow so bright
is fresh and clean and pretty white, -
One empty well
One empty well.
My head has dried up with words that I could
once string together effortlessly.
The ink well once so plentiful with ideas
and colorful with picture book tales
has since vanished.
Loves
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Seasonal Opportunity
Opportunity is but a moment in our lives,
that leads to both good and evil.
It can lead to justice in court,
or prejudice on the streets.
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"We can"
Every day is new.
With every possibility,
Every day can change.
So why shouldn’t we change?
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Bug
Contrary to popular belief, I’m not a bug, at least, not a common pest like moths or ladybugs, or god forbid spiders. I’m graceful, or as graceful as your children’s book describes me, and I have class.
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Haunting Hands
As the Cold feeling Spreads
Sends Shivers down the Spine
The Fear and Worry Pushes Through
But in this Frigid touch
Is the sense of Remebrance
The Sense of Love
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Dancing Leaves
Its Hard to Resist
When Seeing a Pile of Leaves
It Becomes irresistible
Jump into the Heep
Leaves are swirling
The Pile is no more
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As the Crow Lands
As the Crow Lands on the Grave-
Black secrets stir in every face;
A fountain in the moonbeam riven—
Spend her gone like an adversity.
The Graves began to Multiply