Writing
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A Short Poem About A Summer Trip
Standing in line
For your bags to be checked
Sitting around
For the plane to come
Shuffling in the plane…
You open your eyes.
Beauty.
A giant resort,
Surrounded by trees.
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Memory Lane
I dig a hole into the ground
To get to my old height
So maybe all my childhood friends
Would speak in more than just short texts
Before I knew they talked behind my back
I gather rocks and stones
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In The Heart Of A Storm
The clouds churn in swirls, grey and dark. A sorrow that befalls the earth, mourning something deep and untold. A tear rolls down, cold and bitter and I weep for the misery of this darkness.
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Two Worlds
There once was a town,
Or well, a place
Where children danced and played games like people in another place.
They ran jumped and hide and laughed
Well for some who were there.
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Pity
A glossy face
To cover disgrace
Sometimes even with events
Sometimes leaves a bigger dent
I don’t need it
And neither should you
Because even with it
You’ll see right through
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loneliness
savor companionship,
for if it gets lost in a foreign sea,
the world turns gray,
dark and bleak.savor companionship,
for if it gets frozen in time,
the world might catch on fire,
and the pain won’t subside.