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Eggplant
Eggplants are oval,
each one
a different
squashed circle.
There are too many perfect things in this world.
My jaw aches from well said sentences,
and my back aches from scanning the beach for marbles -
Rotting Gold
Gold left by the roadside
starts to rot.
Empty streets
swell with contemptuous pride.
I placed my heart in my chest
and told it to wait
till spring comes again. -
Morning Lips
Through my gauzy curtains,
curtains decorated with unnecessary butterflies,
I watch the dark blue become light.
My tea is bitter this morning,
without milk or honey.
The night loses its purple as -
Open Me
I need to confront an empty plain.
Desolation is Cathartic.
On my knees in the raw heath,
I pray to my own smallness,
to the tightness in my jaw,
and my pathetic attempts at flight. -
Obscured
The darkness gathers thickly around a proud sunflower.
My beat quickens before it fades.
I am afraid of being silent,
so I pour myself into the night.
My intricacies dissolve -
Hocky Hats
Today the people were wearing hockey hats,
They were bundled in puffy coats.
Their masks could conceivably have been
devices for keeping warm.
I recorded these details in a small blue book:
Loves
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Without Apples
Six apples in front of my eyes
Waiting for their greater purpose
Each painted a deep, glossy red, reminding me of the perfume that sits on my desk
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Who am I
My name is Cass Parker Perez and I have no idea who I am. I know I am sixteen. I know I like writing, drawing, and listening to music. But I do not know who, what, when, where, or why I am the way I am. I do not know my gender.
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The New Meaning Of Fall
I’m 16.
That means I have 2 more falls till I leave home,
2 more Saturdays spent raking autumn leaves,
2 more Halloween parties,
2 more homecomings,
2 more visits to the pumpkin patch,
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Hing Ze
My mother immigrated from Hong Kong to America during her high school years, and continued to live here for college, through early adulthood, till now.
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Hood Rats: A collection of Poetry- About 5 PM
5 pm
Is a time of day where it's not quite night yet.
Some would say, The day is young.
Others would argue, the day is over.
They will get in their cars and drive home to their families.
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The Silence Market
In a world where every digital breakthrough to age-old traditions stood as symbols of our progression, it wasn’t the advancements themselves that captivated us, but the revolution of our words.