Posts
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Box of Crayons
The words all squirm together
as I write this short poem
They do not appear as colors on a page
but a black blob
They do not represent me
just words
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Life's painting
I yearn to see this life as a painting
I want to see the colors that are mixed in
The colors I have not yet seen
The colors that would spiral into blackness
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Camp Memories
When packing up to go home
Don’t forget to pack your memories
If you lose them
The way that you remembered them is forever gone
Keep them safe -
I Wish
I wish I was air
Wrapping people in a hug
No problems to fear
I wish I was earth
A place to run, jump and play
with places to stay
I wish I was fire
Warming those who need it most -
4 Walls
4 walls
that trap me inside a place I'm content.
My own sanctuary is a jungle
though the vines you can't swing on
and the floor is just as messy but without the mud. -
Shatter
I went into high school with my fist held high to the world
Screaming “I'm ready, show me your best punches”
I left freshman year with my fists broken and bleeding,
The chunks of my heart shattered around the trees