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surrounded my gossip
sitting between peers
reminds me of youth
in my freshman year
I lost so many friends
with what was told in those ears
I gained so much more
those people, are dear
sitting between peers
reminds me of youth
in my freshman year
I lost so many friends
with what was told in those ears
I gained so much more
those people, are dear
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for quinn, my angel
they say, if you don't keep it a
secret it won't come true / but
we've been wishing on stars &
for the sun to come through /
and pierce the ash clouds of the
future we dreamed in our youth.
she says there is bit by bit still
reason to grin, to dance; we are
smiling at fluttering vermilion
and falling fire / pulling our collars
higher, the warmth of a dream
blooming in reverse to a sapling
of hope. and yet yesterday night
the moon was fighting for her right
to self-determination / and hope,
in any language, is self-sacrificing
to the tipping point of tidal waves /
i think hunger pains and deja vu
speak for me more than they both
used to
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The Highschool Flock
A tiny freshmen is like a little lamb, scared and out of place. A lamb that is lost and alone.
The sophomore wolf feeds on the sweet lambs, laughing and jeering as they taste their flesh.
Sometimes a junior, an ewe, finds a lamb and helps it, caring for it and helping it find it's place.
The senior is an ancient, knowledgeable, elder ram. It shares its knowledge and fights with the wolves.
Find your place, your flock. Find your heart, your soul. Find your ewe, find your ram, find your lamb, and even your wolf.
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Eight Thoughts About Nowadays
I.
I have forgotten how to write
Therefore I have forgotten how to exist.
II.
Life keeps tripping me every turn of the way
And I keep slipping in these ice-covered roads
III.
My hometown is screaming during the night
But I put on my headphones and try to sleep
IV.
People insist we don't care
And the moment we show them we do
They then try to discredit us
V.
My name means nothing to the world
VI.
Weeks go by and yet I still stand still
Waiting for autumn to turn into winter
VII.
The cold seep into my bones
And make me even more fragile than I already am
(My heart is frozen and I shiver)
VIII.
"Make me a poem" they say
I can't anymore
I
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