Posts
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Fog
fog
foggy
mind is blank.
static
gone
where it went
thought?
no.
frustrating
fog envelops everything
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my thougsh can swel arond so s fatss
My thoughts can swirl around so fast
that putting it to paper becomes the most difficult
my mind is going 10000 miles per hour, and my hands can barly keep up at 50.
'Slow down!" my poor fingers might say
"think slower!' they complain -
Grim and Gloomy is the sky
I feel gloomy gray and grim
harbored, labored chances slime
of seeing joy in life right now
dark and dim and done am I
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The sky has no hope in it now
being gray and cloudy bound,
sun has not peaked through at all -
Deja Vu
I've seen you before,
I'm sure I have,
And though we just met, I just had
such deja vu that I can't speak-
You are so familair to me.
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Teenage Human Moments
Yeah- a teenagers life is by far not easy. So much responsibility is dumped on us
and so much is expected from us
and yet we are not trusted and sometimes not acknowledged by adults.
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Music and the Elements
Breathing in cool October air
is the beginning of this concerto;
looking at the sunrise over the mountains
is the opening.
As the piece moves forward
the notes go lower and higher
as the rolling hills go endlessly onward.
Loves
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Thoughts after the fair
I’ve never enjoyed the feeling of being sick to your stomach on a fair ride. Maybe I just don’t have the iron-willed intestines that all of my friends seem to have, because I get sick from going on the teacups at a normal speed.
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instructions on growing up
If you wrap your hand around your mother's wrist
your fingers will touch. How
do you come to terms with that? How
do you learn that your father's shoulders
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a letter to my mother
how do i say--
yesterday, you called me a miracle
and i believed you because
you can make me believe
anything.
(you have not always wielded that well.)
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Don’t get mad
You said you wanted to change the past you miss the long days well you never once asked was it hard for me you never once thought maybe you where hurting me so don’t get mad at me when I walk away when I make my own name take my own future b
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Love
I prayed our love would never die,
Till the moment,
I prayed,
You would never love me again.
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A haiku on WAR
The horrors of man,
The pain of all, hate of some
The whole world engulfed.
Monarchs full of hate,
Killing caused a weeping world,
Tears of mud and blood.
Struggles of many,