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Today I am wearing anything but black solely to hide the fact that I am just sticks… Just sticks set up in such a way that if you even tap my shoulder… you will be impaled without intention
  The trees they sway. The wind convey, Their branches all a ’swinging. The breeze can whisper, Make you shiver, On feathery wisps a ’winging.   The wind grows louder,
This beautiful world  spins on its axis  at a thousand miles an hour hurtling through a dark empty void  but I am standing still.  In the city I can see twinkles of light
so it happens again in the dark when the hands are Touching, Grabbing, Choosing, me 
I don’t think we ever come to understand our greater importance in this ___ world. we believe our lives are so trivial compared to everything else, when really our lives are just being compared to the things
I see all of these poems, Lengthy, Tall. But they win. They get all of the Scholarships. And I write short poems. Simple, They take up one page, max. Is my style too short?
for in every smile that we offer the world unknowingly, we might have just made someone else's day   for in every sigh that we make unknowingly, we might have just ruined someone else's good life  
Each individual speckle of light
outside a man in a suit whistles    Briefcase set on sunbaked sidewalks  
Don't be fooled by my appearance I am anything but small   With a will as strong as steel and diamonds Nothing can break me I hold my head up and do as I want Morals are my foundation in this world
Dreams can be BIG! Dreams can be small. Some can be short, Or very, very, tall. For young and old, For the brave and bold. For every boy, And every girl. Let's all dream very BIG!
I never feel rushed Or pushed
I Am A Shooting Star Once You See Me I Amaze You But By Time You See Me, Im Already Gone My Existence Has Already Been No Longer Dead To The Outside, But Alive In Your Mind
The pitfalls of man, though shallow, stay d
Small Doll chips away, Small Doll likes the fray, Small Doll knows nothing, But the sad decay,
They don’t teach you not to be small.I’ve been in a million classrooms that teach us not to get too big and make sure we exercise enough.Never have I heard, “Don’t get too small.”
It is the dead of winter, and from the kitchen window, The oldest child watches her siblings play and tackle each other in the snow.
A small town is just that. A small town.
The chance that a black hole will materialize on earth is so infintesimally small as to be considered 'practically' impossible   But still the quantum physics suggesting the possibility
Dark hair Frames her angular face Protruding cheekbones Paperwhite skin hiding lacy blue veins Dark eyes Follow me around the room Judging me Looking at me Wanting to be me
I drift I never touch the surface I never touch the sky I am in between heaven and hell Glory and guts Existence and death.   Where I am Shifts suddenly I am on top
The crowded room is much too small for you; From locks of hair to smiles of gold you dance, And yet not once did you give me a glance; But with one glance I would give all to you. The corner suits me well, invisible
Afraid, Lost, Judgmental, Crestfallen: These are the reason why many are afraid to speak up. Poetry allows are voices to be heard, Without worrying about others beating us down. Poetry allows an escape,
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