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Every year it’s the same  Pack the boxes, write your name  A different story, but the same game I move a lot  In a new house but not my home  Unpack the hairbrush and the combo
𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘥𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘹𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘯
Spiders creeping, trains screeching, father screaming, children weeping.   Snowball fights and buzzing bees, cigarette lights and scraped knees.   Grocery stores
Hello… I don’t know you-- you don’t know me. How about we bridge the gap of strangers?  
I still remember the day that I had to leave it all And move to the city where I felt so small Blue skies turned grey but we had to stay My family didn’t have a choice
Town houses and beaches Spread the great reaches of the entire world in my mind. I could not see Beyond the sea, Or even three towns over.  
hey you yes you my thumbs are just angry, i’m really sorry they have to pound your face l i k e  t h i s .
don’t let the good times cover the bad soak in those moments but never feel sad   to have felt such joy is a blessing alone let go of that boy put down that phone  
Last day. Big smiles, warm hugs Laughing, refusing to cry. The outgoing one The funny one The athletic one The identity that doesn’t need an introduction. No one told me
I was always a shy child. I would rehearse saying my name out loud In case my voice cracked I would fixate on every thought every
 Have you ever just laid on your backFingers in the grassAnd your heart in your ears? A thumping song in your skull,The pulse and vibrationOf your hopes and your fears?
I dwelt in thought. Reminiscing on the way that she made me feel. Gradually I moved into her. Packing light, reassuring that I'd bring the biggest piece of me.
A small Alaskan town Enveloped in a calm, magical mist Where everyone grew up on a steady diet of Chocolate brown X-tra Tuffs, playing outside until dark descended, and rain that never stopped
My mentor, my dear mentor, How terrible you have been to me, And yet I must thank you.
    It started slow and subtle this friendship strong Quiet hellos went two years long Yet connection was there between the heart
The new girl wore sherbert pink capris and  a matching polo shirt (despite hating girly things). The desks were arranged into a U in the 5th grade class. Strange plants in tiny pots lined the windowsill.
Home is where I rest My head at night Such a fickle word It seems to change all the time   I’ve gotten used to The shifting
I don't remember when I first heard the word I don't remember when I first knew what it meant I don't remember anyone telling me
Dear Fargo, 
This journey begins in the golden state, Where waves well and traffic too turns time late, And travels to the prideful lone star realm. Trust me -- I am not the man at the helm.
Dear The People I Once Knew, I remember the first day I saw you, getting off a bus on the last day of sixth grade   You were ectatic but I was...  
Another new place; Another new road. Another new school; Another new home.   Each move just the last.   Pack up your clothes; Pack up your shoes. Pack up your books;
On a Loop losely based off Kerouac and Motorcycle Maintenance, Bums and Trains. Yet what most perplexes people... Why. Why try  so hard to go  So Far From Home. The Answer?
Dear Washington, I miss you I haven’t seen you in 7 months It’s been too long   I miss your forests Lush and alive More green than any place I’ve ever seen   I miss your rain
part of a new town  moving place to place  nowhere that i call home  not a single familar face  many people say " i'm home grown" " haven't moved around at all"  well i've lived in every city 
I hear the news It's life changing fate It brings the blues Yet, I can not negate       To break many mends I feel it's to soon It's going to end, But I may bloom  
2016 was gone so fast, I couldn't believe it was in the past. In the beginning school had me feeling blue, Especially because I had to stay past two. Graduation day came and it was a big deal,
LIFE pushes you in new places not askin you but forcin you to partake left my friends- the heartache nontheless you move on   glided into junior year studied hard with my peers
From empty streets lined with overgrown trees and shrubs To concrete jungles and bumper to bumper traffic From morning sunrise To morning glare from tall glass lined buildings
I cannot grasp enough breath to express a single word from my mouth.  I can feel my heart beating like a drum with a rhyme that can’t find a pattern and I can't feel the pulse drags through my heart, body and heart again.
Each moment seemed just as unreal as the lastThings that were strange to me pastLeaves fell from the treesEyes searching each of the mysteries  Just when I thought things couldn’t changeI saw the same old palm treesThe trees that make me want to l
Out of a bag, Oh, the canvas now, Is cracked and As memories fade, the lining rips And Oh, The stitches don’t hold
There was something about the pink walls of my childhood bedroom that I hadn't noticed until I had to bid them goodbye The blue carpeting caught the tears that fell  And I shut the door Hoping to delay the inevitable
My God, your steadfast love brings tears—Your plan perfection never wrong.Oh, show me how you lead my years,How broken lives express your worth.
I cannot stand still. I could not stop if I peased to. I'm busy, busy, busy. A little happy bee. Musical. Soccer. Canoeing. Scouts. Chior. Texting, facebook, instagram, snaps. Gee, no time free?
The lightning storm The storm of frustration that comes and goes on my mind Confusion, Isolation This is something I long not to find I loathe this part
I am a river working hard always moving changing everything around me, while accepting change, myself. Sometimes I am calm sometimes I am restless. No matter, for I am a river.
  My family and I Are all very close The 7 of us Go day by day living life   Experiencing new Georiga And all the fun things to do We love living here And being together  
they say change is a bad thing I always heat "nobody likes change" I don't find this true I live for change Change brings adventure and beauty and new life Change brings new chances and adreniline 
They call you over and sit you down, “We’re moving again.” “Again?” “Again.” Where to this time? Detroit? Boston? New York? It doesn’t seem to matter, The different cities all start to blur.
Painted smile, feeling vileregretting the time gone
Lonely nights sitting in my room
There is no way to communicate     or describe The heart-wrenching pain     the feeling of loss and being lost         and the fear that comes     rushing back     every time
Wait it out.It will be okay.Everything's going to be fine.You'll get the hang of it.It will feel like home in no time. Shut up. I don't want it. 
I know this may be hard for you It will be for me, too 
To leave everything you have known Is simply the continuation of Life. We live like everything is for sure, When everything comes as a fight.
Goodbye to those I once knew, those that will remain are a few, for the train is reaching its destination, and the time to descend has come. To the passengers that have left, you have made an impact,
She whispered so softly,"Your future is so bright,"My heart sank deep, but remained feeling light.I look her dead in the eyes and say"bright and light are the darkest things in my sight
Goodbye Such a strange word, Goodbye We say it all the time But yet we think nothing of it.
Sitting with idle hands While a busy mind sits on my shoulders It's polarizing its thoughts None of which being what is All being what was and can be Now back to the crossroad
One person. If my words can touch one person, Then it will be worth it. That's what they say. But what if I never know.. What if I never see.. What if I never hear.. How my words,
This is see you later, not goodbye. Back then I believed my own lie. Words of comfort, words of hope. Then life came in and was all like, nope.
Something told me to take a walk.  I listened.  I grabbed the dog and out we went Down to the woods where the wild things live.
A cry for help seems to come from deep inside of me. What am I supposed to do, what am I supposed to be? Time is running out and I'll be running all around. Fitting in my time before you lift up off the ground. You are leaving and not coming back,
As the world moves with me, the rich lavish green fades into yellow. The buildings that cover the sky, fly right by my eyes. Only to become of the now, the now that inhabits my life.  
Flowing through my classeswalking down the hallspeople start their laughingso I look down as I walkI pity classless filthy trashThat's just the way I feelSometimes I shatter like glass
The chair I sat on turned into a plane to take me far away and the water that splashed on my face turned into tears and the tears on my face fell into my palms and became holy water
Change changes the page Of the story I live, Rearranges the stage  Of the performance I give.   Swiftly sifting the sands Of this time, Surgically snipping the strands Of my prime.
I was a PB&J kid. Yes, by that I mean  that I liked peanut butter and jelly sandwiches           But I also mean that I was, and still am,          An S Personality Type.
“America”, an unspoken word, appeared like a shadow, only existed on the lips of foreigners. “America” smelled of ashes as the whisper floated from my parents room,  and the ghostly figure shrouded
As the wind whips within my face. The cold sharp agonizing pain brings memories of disgrace.
Now I am gone My last curtain has been drawn. Remember when you first showed up? And were looking at my cup?   I remember.   Remember when we went to school,
  War; what is it good for? Land mines and bombs on time P.O.W’s with their backs to the wall, Killed them all. Machine guns...
"Seven years," was my mantra when I first moved. I don't belong here, and now it's too late to belong there    and I find these havens, in      sanctuaries and trees and basement rooms  
It’s summertime and everyone’s free Taking life easy and drinking sweet tea Hearts being broken yeah it’s the season Girls dropping boys for no apparent reason Boys leaving girls
Broken Ones You’ve been covered by black A sadness that surrounds you You’ve been laced in pain You’re helpless to free yourself You’ve been sitting in doubt If you feel like you don’t belong
This is your year to leave the nest Your mother cries, Your father cries, Wishing you all the best This is the year you must look after your own health Time to take the claws out and fend for yourself
Inevitable. My fate is inevitable. That last sweet goodbye will cling to my mind like moss to a tree for the rest of my life. Sometimes that moss is so beautiful. The tree's greatest quality.
As a military child, I get to see the world. But when it's moving time again, I feel like I could hurl. I've been to England, France, Japan - I love to travel around.
What is your favorite season? The weather of fall is beautiful, Glorious and bright but Chilling and crisp. The colors of fall are brilliant, Red and orange and Brown and purple.
Poetry is a wild creature. Like a bird in flight or a beast on the prowl. It does not answer for its words. Nor does it answer the questions that we pose it. Poetry simply becomes.
My son: Brighter in the summertime, but easier to lose, as the moisture in the humid air makes you slip through my fingers. Such hopes I had for you to take over the family business.
My life was perfect, my life was great A million friends, all at my command. I loved it, needed it, and yes I still do long for it But if you ask me have I let go? The answer is still no.
In order to move on forward Something has to be left behind...
Change, A word I hate to bear When it pounces on my life And runs me to despair Relocation, An identity of mine An overbearing type of life When we won’t make up our mind We can’t come to a conclusion
When I'm gone and far away May our memories always stay Within our minds and within our hearts Even though we are far apart
My heart no longer smiles the way it use to It just sits there and stifles The feelings that it really wants to let out It holds back and waits Unwilling to express itself out of the anxiety
It been a while Since I’ve seen you A while Since I’ve touched you A minute Since I’ve missed you A day Since I’ve needed you Time has changed Who we were And has given me
Buildings rise to heaven unconstrained Leaving the unexplained disappearance of the sun and moon My boots beat against the dirty, wet sidewalk after last night's rainfall.
Close your eyes Feel the breeze Hear the wind In the trees Shed a tear Say goodbye Life is flying Right on by New beginning a fresh start Leaving home Breaks your heart
Urban streets, bustling with life in bright afternoons, Become quiet and cool on cloudy days and early nights-- A barren wasteland without thrum of foot traffic And screams of emergency sirens.
By Anne My southern accent used to be:
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