Cards are slapped down,
Hands meet over the pile,
Words that sound like hate from an outside ear,
Sound like love to me.
A flabbergasting victory,
Seldom a sorrow filled loss,
Cards coated in water,
And sauce does little to drown our smiles,
As we play over a lunch table.
From beds, to trees, to hills infested with bees,
Memories I will always hold with me,
A love language so few speak,
But it was made for you and me.
Dedicated to Olim'26
(Written circa summer 2024)
In my history class we are doing a unit on: why to study history. I am very interested in the subject and chose to write an essay for my final project. Please enjoy...
One night,
Every session,
Of every summer,
We go stargazing.
I look up at the sky and try to see everything,
I try to take in the moment,
It only lasts so long.
Advocate for yourself,
Believe in yourself, Have
confidence in yourself, Keep your
dignity, Remember, not
Everybody is perfect,
Friends come and go,
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