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Why is it?
Is it the art or the artist
That is not good enough?
Why is it
That I only get praised for my art online?
Why is it
That I only get awards
When the judges don't know me?
Should I be defined
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Firsts and lasts
Life is made of firsts and lasts.
Your first breath,
When your parents hold you close.
Your first steps,
When you can wander around alone.
Your first words,
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Aging
When I was four I wished for five,
When I’d be in Kindergarten
When I was five I wished that preschool would come back again
Again at six I wished to age
At seven I wished the same
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Up
Up
Up
Up
Far from the ground
But farther still from the top
I'm tired but I can't let go
So I must just go up
I'm getting more impatient
The more that I climb
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Opposites Attract
"Perfect" said the critics
"Awful" says the boy
"It tastes like diarrhea, oh how I hate bok choy"
But something 'bout his eyes make everything okay,
Even if his food choices make me start to decay
Loves
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My Mirror
I have a big mirror in my room
It stretches the length of me
Showing everything
Every morning I stand
Right in front of it
I see all my flaws
I see everything
That isn't perfect
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The way to a man's heart is food, they say
Searing, frying, sautéing,
wiping sweat off my forehead,
crying because of onions
the things I do for a boy.
I hope he likes it.
The doorbell rings.
The door opens, he stands with a bouquet in his hands. -
Love and Community
I remember when I fell in love with eagles and oak trees,
with green grass, warm summers, and fireworks.I fell in love with what now is brushwood for a fire
that red white and blue decided to ignite. -
To Dream
maybe one day i'll see you
at a class reunion 20 years in the future
you'll have gotten taller than i am in heels
your hair will no longer be curled and bleached but
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Title undecided
I just need a paper and some pencils.
Maybe some pillows.
And a cozy light. -
Writing With A Knife
I write with a knife
It cuts into my heart
Spilling it onto the paper
My emotions
My thoughts
Painted with blood
Once I start
There is no stopping
I bleed
Begging for someone