I open my eyes, glancing around me,
the world is dripping with shades of grey,
my glasses have disappeared.
My eyes are open, the rose is gone,
the world bears scars and hidden layers,
once unseen and blurry.
I can finally see.
shattering glass
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not just a screen
There’s war in Europe,
but this time the US has stopped selling guns,
Not to join in or contain the spread,
But to talk with the invaders,
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writing makes it real
I sat down to write a poem about politics,
About how our country is tearing itself apart,
About how we’ve tried to glue pieces back together,
About how somehow it’s already been a year.
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to procrastinate past a deadline
Everyone is booing,
Hi, how are you failing?
At everything you do.
Are you absolutely insane,
Why are you just constantly not doing your work?
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