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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,
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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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Take my hand,
And let your other hold on to a kite that is a
Shooting Star.
The harvest moon will rise above us,
as we fly,
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The Lonely Beetle
The green lonely beetle tracked long through high rivers and the underpass.
By 6 pm it delivered a little girl with crooked cut bangs to a little tan house.
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They need to stop this awful theft
No money, no pay
And no were to lay
They steal our wages
Were locked up in cages
They need to stop this awful theft
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Behind the Crown: The Story of the L.A. Garment Workers
L.A., the golden city of dreams, where singers and actors come to achieve
L.A., the catwalk of fashion and style, all advertised with a Cheshire cat smile
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The Lonely Wanderer
As the sun sets, and the dusk sinks into the world just like any night, the lonely wanderer treks up his mountain, once again. Nobody knows who he is, or where he came from. He’s essentially a folk tale, a ghost story.
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15 cents for a dress
Cockroaches on the tables, no bathroom breaks, what could be worse?
Rats on the floor, no air conditioning, what could be worse?
Terrible pay, that's what could be worse