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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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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,