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WEALTH

think wealth

it will come...

know wealth is what you make of it...

you think it...

you make it...

it is...reality is created...

wealth...think wealth

it will come...

know wealth is what you make of it...

you think it...

you make it...

it is...reality is created...

wealth...think wealth

it will come...

know wealth is what you make of it...

you think it...

you make it...

it is...reality is created...

wealth...think wealth

it will come...

know wealth is what you make of it...

you think it...

you make it...

it is...reality is created...

wealth...think wealth

it will come...

know wealth is what you make of it...

you think it...

you make it...

it is...reality is created...

wealth...think wealth

it will come...

know wealth is what you make of it...

you think it...

you make it...

it is...reality is created...

wealth...think wealth

it will come...

know wealth is what you make of it...

you think it...

you make it...

it is...reality is created...

wealth...think wealth

it will come...

know wealth is what you make of it...

you think it...

you make it...

it is...reality is created...

wealth...think wealth

it will come...

know wealth is what you make of it...

you think it...

you make it...

it is...reality is created...

wealth...think wealth

it will come...

know wealth is what you make of it...

you think it...

you make it...

it is...reality is created...

wealth...think wealth

it will come...

know wealth is what you make of it...

you think it...

you make it...

it is...reality is created...

wealth...think wealth

it will come...

know wealth is what you make of it...

you think it...

you make it...

it is...reality is created...

wealth...think wealth

it will come...

know wealth is what you make of it...

you think it...

you make it...

it is...reality is created...

wealth...think wealth

it will come...

know wealth is what you make of it...

you think it...

you make it...

it is...reality is created...

wealth...think wealth

it will come...

know wealth is what you make of it...

you think it...

you make it...

it is...reality is created...

wealth...think wealth

it will come...

know wealth is what you make of it...

you think it...

you make it...

it is...reality is created...

wealth...think wealth

it will come...

know wealth is what you make of it...

you think it...

you make it...

it is...reality is created...

wealth...think wealth

it will come...

know wealth is what you make of it...

you think it...

you make it...

it is...reality is created...

wealth...think wealth

it will come...

know wealth is what you make of it...

you think it...

you make it...

it is...reality is created...

wealth...think wealth

it will come...

know wealth is what you make of it...

you think it...

you make it...

it is...reality is created...

wealth...think wealth

it will come...

know wealth is what you make of it...

you think it...

you make it...

it is...reality is created...

wealth...

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A boy of young who lies with thy mother Asks to go out and play after supper, A glare and a pat on the behind she gives “not while your mother still breathes and still lives”. An adolescent who lies on thy cot Slips out of bed when he knows he ought naught, A hush of the wind and a face that won’t forgive “Not while your mother still breathes and still lives” A teen boy who lies in a bed Kisses a young maid who he does not plan to wed, A pull of the ear from a mother who is not corroborative “Not while your mother still breathes and still lives” A young man who lies by thy bed Looks down at his mother who’ll soon be dead, A tear down the cheek and a soft hand the mother gives “Not while your mother still breathes and still lives” An elderly man who lies by a grave Looks up to the sky and tries to be brave, His son is the same as he and his childhood he relives “Not while your father still breathes and still lives”

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I'll get by

I a year ago was confused. I a year ago thought I had it all down. I a year ago was telling someone how my life was going to be. I a year ago was wrong; and here's why. I a year ago couldn't register why I was getting mediocre grades. I never spoke up when I didn't know how to get to the solution to a problem. I never looked up at the world when they were trying to give me signs pointing to the right direction. I never took the chances that were given to me. One thing that I could say was a good thing about me a year ago is that I believed in myself.

I as of right now believe in myself. But to much more of an extent than last year. I as of right now have found a way to get out of that confusion. I as of right now know I don't have it all down. If anything I'm the one who is down and pinned. I as of now am telling someone how a year ago I knew how my life was gonna be when I actually never did. I as of now can admit that I was wrong and told someone the reasons why. I as of now register why I'm getting the grades I get and they're great. I got honor roll for the first time in all of my high school years. Is that someone to gloat about absolutely not. But I as of now can tell you I a year ago wouldn't have been able to tell you why I didn't get honor roll. I a year ago was scared. I as of now speaks up when I can't find the solution to a problem. I look up at the world and the people who walk on it offering help. Taking the chances as they come. This is a chance for me. To hopefully make up for all the years I didn't know and will continue not knowing. But as long as I believe in myself. I'll get by.

This poem is about:

Me

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The Colonel

No, Colonel.

I'm not paying attention.

As you ramble on, amble on

about 85 years of experience,

I am composing this poem.

No, Colonel.

They're not paying attention, either.

We're too busy texting

about humerous memes on Pinterest.

Every Tuesday and Thursday,

I don't learn anything.

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Yellow on Tuesday

Location

I checked my schdeule today

Yellow on tuesday

You fooled me

I believed in us

You fooled me!

I helped make you first

And you made me yellow

Yellow on Tuesday

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Star

We are all born to follow a star

Following the path as it wanders far

A star can mean so many things

Fresh each new perspective brings

A star is a guide for those of fate

Catch the star before it’s too late

A star is a ball of dust and gas

Of medium, high, or lowish mass

A star is a hope that shines in the night

A radiant, beautiful, inspiring light

But the best kind of star is one I hold dear:

“Don’t worry, my darlings, there’s nothing to fear.

This is something I learned while traveling afar

A star, after all, is nothing but a star.”

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I still love you

i can still remember
the feel of your head in my hand
as i kissed you passionately,
offering you every piece of my heart.

i did so willingly,
knowing you were planning
on ripping it out of my chest.

i felt it, i tasted it,
i saw it weeks before you did it,
but as i looked at you,
you never changed.

your words remained the same,
still as sweet as the honey
that trembles on the edge
of a lover’s lips.

your touch,
still as soft as the rain
that conceals an approaching storm.

i knew you were going to leave,
but i stayed.

i watched the death of us
a million times over,
but nothing hurts worse
than hearing you in real time
say you don’t want me.

how did we get here?
i still love you.

This poem is about:

Me

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Tape

my parents' love is like a balloon.

it inflates, and it stays like that if they keep their mouth on the end.

when they try to hold their love together.

but what happens when they stop making an effort, for them, for their kids, for the people who know them as a loving couple?

when they stop trying, their love is released, like air from a slashed tire. the balloon flies around the room, until it has no air left, and collapses, defeated at last.

my parents' love inflates and deflates, but it always rises again.

the rubber is stretched thin, time after time, but it always seems to have one more chance before it breaks.

right now that ballon has been popped with a pin.

nothing can bring it back, there's a hole in their hearts.

in my heart.

in my family's heart.

our heart.

it can be patched with duct tape.

scotch tape.

electricians tape.

washi tape.

metaphorical tape.

but tape is only a temporary solution to a permanent problem.

where can i buy tape strong enough to fix my parents' love?

This poem is about:

Me

My family

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Cheese Rap

Cheese here cheeese there cheese everywhere

cheese with peas with key with a cold breeze

some man was chinese some lady pees geez she pees

let's get some antifreeze pack&sack guarantees fresh peas

can we go to Portuguese please Im japines and I have a loco disease

and I don't know my abcs

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summers gone

Summer is past

it whent by so fast

nothing but memories

birds in trees

children singing

little girls dancing

are left of the summertime

it was magic, and oh so sublime.

But there is more

for me in store

in summers

in winters

in days to come

both races and events to run.

Like the leaves that fall

I have it all

from my tree i will decend

this is a begining not an end.

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