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i have geometry homework due at 11.
i blink at the screen.
after all the prompts ive ever read,
this may be the most outrageous.
i am said to be a writer.
it is true that i think too much
and write too little -
In Memoriam
I came from mountains.
From the memory of تبدیل,
Of change,
Regurgitated from the depths of what may have been. -
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Loves
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on the grammatically incorrect sign shown to us in english class
-- free would,
& all the spiraling connotations that come
in the afterthoughts of it, the explanations,
the tin bucket full of pieces with bark still on
for no one wants something they could've had.
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On ways romantic love has been explained to me
“It's like you've finally found your home and you know it'll always be there,” my friend’s older sister said, not bothering to look away from the passing fields outside the car window. I wanted to respond that my home is my best friend.
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unanswered
i really don't get prejudice
i mean just the concept of it
how could you hate someone borne
by the same earth, the same fire
how could you explain someone else's life
as being worth less air than your own
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sn / ap
i break lines like a maniac
obsessed with meter, st
opping thoughts before they begin
: a psy
chotic insomniac frankenstein's
scientist type f
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Longhand
I write longhand.
Journal, pencil, print.
Letters melding together in a harmony on the page.
Graphite scratching the paper, pencil sharpening every 5 minutes.
Lined paper, perfect for doodles and random thoughts.
