Sep 15
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When Everything Just Adds Up.

Have you ever had that day, or week, when everything just adds up.
It could be soccer tryouts, a math test, and your best friend's mad at you.
Or the mile run in gym class, a big project due, and you have a cold.
Or you have a cavity filling, big cross-country race you don't want to do, and...
I'm pretty sure you get the point.
But it's just that combination of things, that makes you want to stop time right there, and run in the other direction. Okay, not realistic. But you could make yourself sick, or run away from home, but, you're not going to do that, because you're a reasonable person, and you know that just, no. So you go to bed, try to forget about everything, and leave yourself to face everything in morning.
Sep 11
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Over and Over

As the rain beats down,
as the thunder booms,
the lightning flashes
over and over and over again.
illuminating the strange girls room,
as if it can't stop
taking pictures of her,
sitting in her bed,
her body
ready to spring.
her eyes,
deep in thought.
her mouth,
curled in a slight smile.
over and over and over again.

Sep 08
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A little while ago, I asked my 7 year-old cousin what he wanted to do when he grew up.
"Be rich." He said.
"Anything else?" I asked him.
"No." he said.
"Be happy?" I asked him.
"And how do you plan to do that?"
"Get rich!" He said with a huge grin on his face, like he just solved all of the worlds problems.
And I know, classic little kid right?
But how about my smart, 14 year-old friend. Her dad texted her a list of the top twenty best-paying jobs. The top one was some kind of fancy doctor-whatever, but she seriously considered it, and hates medical stuff! And whats worse, her nice, caring, dad sent it to her, totally serious. Isn't it kind of sad that's what our country has come to?
That money is it. Money is everything. Money trumps happiness, kindness, caring, everything. And I get it. Money is a necessity. No, the necessity. But that's kind of sad, isn't it?
Sep 07
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I see the world through my eyes,
a red apple,
blue ocean,
yellow sand,
as does the rest of the human race.
for color-blind people,
they see the colors wrong,
they say. 
And dogs.
They don't see colors apparently.
And who knows about all other creatures,
from an ant,
to a cat,
to a dolphin.
They probably say that they see everything wrong too.
But how do we know,
that our way of seeing the world,
is right?
Aug 21
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running jaggedly down your back.
Pain that you have suffered.
"It's ugly."
you say.
But I can't see how
they are ugly,
when I look at them.
For those scars, 
those are 
for people you love,
including me.
So, no,
when I look at your scars,
proof of the pain 
you have suffered
for love.
In my mind,
you possibly thinking
they are ugly,
is a crime.
For those scars,
Aug 17
poem 2 comments challenge: Falling
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Falling to Earth

When darkness falls, 
I glance up,
wishing there was more.
I reach up,
and try to touch the stars.
I rise up,
lifted by my imagination.
I soar up,
to the stars.
When dawn arises,
I feel a tug on my heart,
as the stars fade,
I fall down,
to earth,
as if into a pool,
but into the concrete surface
of a road.
In a deep, dark, hole,
I remain there until dusk