My writing
My favorite type of writing
is when I'm in the zone
I'm typing
no hesitations
just plugging in all of my honest thoughts and opinions into my somewhat-anonymous profile
spinning deeper and deeper into my spirals
Poetry
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The boys in my class
The agony of the human race
simple creatures
snickering at my poetry
banging their fists against their heads
stalling work
reading mushy parts of books they pretend not to enjoy
saying stupid things
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The definition of Thanksgiving
In my mind
"Thanksgiving" has warped definition
twisted and mushed and changed by lots of different people
it used to be a holiday of celebration;
now it's harsh and revealed and true
it's cruel and violent
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A Lingering Memory
I never wanted him to let me go… I just wanted the old him. But I guess letting me go was the best option for him. Still, it hurts to think that those times are now just memories.
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Smell of Old Roses
When I was younger
I always wanted to
smell like old roses.
The thorns on the flowers
amazed me.
I loved how people
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Egotistical
Your ego brightens my day
like a tumor on an x-ray.
Please dim it for the greater good
since you have not even earned
it's value.
You bought it out of your father's wallet.
Does he know that?
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anticipatory joy
Anticipatory joy – the feeling of knowing good is coming.
i know it isn’t for sure yet–but i can almost feel it
the way the snow whispers down my back
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She cares
She cares
It’s like she felt the pain
In my heart
And understood it
All at once
She listens as
The words fall out of my mouth
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Goldfish
Living in today’s world is like living as an addict of constant entertainment.
I find myself searching “screen-free activities”
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Just Give Me Some Empathy
Whispers of warmth drifting through the air,
The security of being understood,
Such a great feeling,
If only it weren’t so fleeting.
Gentle laughs and puppy kisses,
Light squeezes of a hand,
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Before the Frost
Fall
is yawns and
a general
slowing-down of time.
The world is dipped in molasses
and comes out
stickier
but sweeter than ever before.
And we,
in the world,
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Winter
It's cold out
it's snowing
falling slowly
steadily
reassuringly
it brings a sense of calm
the world has begun the process of renewing;
once the snow melts
it will be spring
life will return