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Race to Christmas
Fly out of bed
Hit your head on the fan
Watch as it swings
Dress as fast as you can
Storm to your sister's room
Don't knock, lightly tread
Then bust through the hinges
And leap on her bed.
Shake up the bed -
Reversed
Not again.
Three cases in my tiny school.
From where, from who? Who knows?
And yet it's clear that for this year
That's the last I'll see those folks.
Did I look them in the eye
As I asked about their day? -
wHaT A yEaR
Where to begin in this almost passed year of 2020.
It wasn't fun, to put it simply.
It was kind of horrifying.
But- I mean- there had been some good parts.
Like the time when- um- Frozen II came out. -
12 Days of Zoom School
(inspired by the Twelve Days of Christmas song. Follow the same format when reading!)
On the first day of zoom school my teacher gave to me
An essay test in history.
On the second day of zoom school my teacher gave to me -
Black Fish Net Tights
Its been over a year.
An entire year since I met you and never saw you again.
And you've yet to leave my heart.
And yet I can still picture your face.
Your presence that made my heart melt with something I've never felt before. -
Loves
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November Fifth
No one can predict
Our country's future
Various people watching and waiting
Eager and scared for the outcome
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Preserved Moments
Listen to the soft pattern
of rain drops falling onto the window pane
creating streams of water
that all end in a small puddle beneath the sill.
Feel the softness of a blanket
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I wish I could
I wish I could,
You know
Just let things go
But my head
Keeps going
going
going
going
gone.
Never to be the same again
Thoughts during the day turn to daydreams
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What Writing Is To Me
When I write I don't really know what I'm doing or what I'm writing about. I get stuck, I want to write but don't know what to do or I try to write then totally go off topic.
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if it hadn't have been for you
I wait in the dark,
with the clouds poking through the atmosphere.
I look to the stars
begging for their help.
They shoot dust in my eyes;
which brings the tears
I watch the moon as it's turning
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Why did I go?
Rain falls from the sky,
Yet my feet are cemented on the ground.
And the water beads on my face,
Turning my hair wet when I wish it were dry.
But somehow I don't care.