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They knew what could be
The little girl sat in her swing
blond curls the way they are before
you grow up the everywhere I don't care
it looks like my hair was woven from sunlight
a throne for a flower crown.
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Borders
Sat down drew
on a piece of paper
the land
we knew.
Sat down drew
lines between
us
----
them
it's a squiggle here
decided,
the river's clear
ly a bound
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Who will speak at the earth’s funeral?
Even if it was never
About legacy,
Your memory
Cannot mean nothing.
Your family
Should remember you
And admittedly
No matter what we say
This
Is true.
So whoWill speak
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I’m good at poetry, I just don’t like it very much
“I’m good at poetry, I just don’t like it very much.
It’s one of those things where if you do it enough for school, you get just as good as someone who likes it.”
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I Walked Home the Long Way
I walked home the long way because I knew the sky would not be angry at me.
The moon knew what it felt like to be so tired you couldn’t even think
Of going to bed.
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pink ink scrawled on torn-out notebook paper
Top Gun soundtrack and
peanut butter m&m's and
writing poetry for my friends on
torn-out sheets of notebook paper, scrawling
the verses in pink ink that
reminds me of fairy wings and
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on endings
and—
time
(itsoveritsoveritsoveritsover)
stops.there
are
tears
in
your
eyes,
mascara
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The West Wind
The West Wind is a banker in a smart navy suit and a tie. His dress shoes clack on the pavement; he’s got someplace to be, always someplace to be, rushing to the sidewalk, the subway, the elevator, checking his gold Rolex watch.
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10/23
Today was a fairly good day. I love myself. I love my life. Read this next time you're in anguish. I'm watching October slip by like fall leaves on a dead tree. I need to find something else to do besides watching the time pass. I have no energy.