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A baby. The burgeoning garden and the fading day,
“You’ve gotten so big!”.
A shadow stretched taught, the gradient moon,
a falling leaf.
How many times will I be born? And in whose arms will I be held?
The weight of your infinity is just too much to bare
But tell me why when I see you I can’t help but stare
Comfort, peace, and freedom all shine onto me
If only life could be like this permanently
I grew and grew
quicker than the birds flew
faster than the vines on the house
quiet like a mouse
arguments expanding my mind
there was no room for family to be kind
I grew when you locked the room
A milky white substance
Condensed into one area
Grows on one place you hate the most
Your face
Your perfect face
Now riddled with acne
Pimples covering
What used to be smooth
Being the oldest of three gave me the unspoken job
To be their guardian angel and hold them when they sob
Being the oldest of three gave me the unspoken job
To be their guardian angel and hold them when they sob
Hopeless dreams filed a dreary headEvery morning greeted dreadleaving one meek and lowlydarkness growing ever slowlypeace and peril seem to sail closer everyday a sorry suckis hardly a husk of a lesser state all the while still persistent hoping f
Being a kid
Living the dream, right?
No bills, no responsibilities
School and play and sleep, school and play and sleep
Maybe for the priveleged few
In this world, not everyone is so lucky.
Life is like a dream,
a dream in which,
you cannot hit pause.
Life is like preasure,
the kind that looms over your head.
As a child you look up in to clouds,
My bed is big and soft and has too many pillows.
My bed is where I think too much, cry too much, worry too much.
I think about the past.
The Odyssey.
I.
Remember when we first walked the halls as freshmen
Calm and cool and
Collected?
Hello Germany!
How do you do?
My name is Sister B,
And really I haven't a clue!
From what I've heard,
Your culture is great,
But this is all kind of absurd!
I'm only 19 for Pete's sake!
I remember like yesterday, when I was small and helpless;
today I hear people saying I'm so tall and selfless.
Watching as my dearest friends are walking across a stage all dressed up;
You are done, you are through,
And it is time that you move on.
These thirteen years flew,
And it feels that everyone is gone.
Friends come, friends go,
And people change.
When do you grow up and what’s its result?
Better question, what decides that you’re an adult?
Some people say paying taxes, getting your license, finishing school…
…drink at the bar, be in the jury, or finally move.
So ignorant and young
To not know the truth of it all
That things once pieced together
Could fall apart
Not easily mended
Things would be broken unintended
Wishful thinking will not solve anything
To grow is to adapt,
To grow is to learn.
To grow is to acknowledge self short comings,
and forgive yourself for mistakes.
I look back at myself,
insecure, bitter, unaccepting,
and I must remember;
Growth comes with questions.
Questions follow with answers;
however, not all questions are meant to be answered.
"Did this always taste this good?"
Yes, it did. I grew.
Being young made for bliss,
not even thinking what's behind the mist in my eyes,
or even knowing there was such a thing.
I lived in the center of the room, everyone's eyes on me.
I am a seed sprouting in both infused unfertilized and fertilized soil
No one can really fathom the highest potential that I could achieve
Only after I, the seed, has proved to weather the storms and turmoil
In Nantucket, she grew to love the buoyant seersucker she walked on,
that carried her beyond the linens
and grace. They were robed with sun,
eating figs from every tree,
I was invited to a movie night out with my friends
It was Friday, it would do none of us harm.
This was our time to have fun and forget
I received great fortune the month of May
As my high school career came to a close
I had just celebrated my birthday
My life was full of gumdrops and rainbows
And as the days grew short and the nights long
Young and unaware
no feelings of despair
The world is so simple
face full of pimples
Not a care in the world
life was so simple
When I only had to worry about a pimple
Tears couldn't stop the fireExplainations couldn't win the caseThe wise intution warned me about this...I was sent away
Pieces of love
Like Water
Grounded
then
Up
Roots
To soak
Up
More love
Pulling leaf over leaf
Up
To small caterpillar kisses
Perhaps, as a infant, we are all the same,
Wriggling in linen as we are given a name,
The same chubby smile that once graced our faces
Looked upon all the same.
Such was my story, and then I was 5,
Thirteen years old
Wind blowing through long blonde hair
Cascading rivers down my back
What they don't tell you about growing up is that you sometimes have to do things alone.
Once you turn 18, it goes from "honey, how can I help?" to "Well, figure it out you're grown.".
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Dear past, forgotten, former self:
To believe that you are with me
And I am in you is absorb
For how could I ever be the girl you claim to be?
How could I have wished to be seen
He kissed me
He took something
A first of many
Something I followed with a smile
To mask my fear
I didn’t feel any different
But I knew
Something was different
In my tiny bubble. It has a shape.
i hated who i hated. i didn't get hate.
The outside, that i couldn't feel.
Was right there, and very real.
i talked to them, and, to my surprise?
Naive
Trusting
Ignorant
Pretending that the voice attacking me
Was only the soft utters of a friend
I’m in a pickle
and I don’t know what to do.
I popped it, probably
Without even realizing I was covered in thorns
in a bubble.
Night and day they repeated this process
The rocky eggs died in gold-dust
And the chemical’s specific gravity traveled
Not six or seven times, but 360
I bury myself in multiple layers of clothing.
White jacket over white raincoat over white t-shirt over white lifevest.
The crowd can’t see me when I’m snuggled in all this fabric.
I used to swear
when it was hard to blink
that I would never cope
with a bitter coffee drink.
I used to wince
at the minty green treat
with chocolate chunks
my mom would eat.
See you later, see you later-
Where did the time go?
I've looked and I've looked-
But where did you go?
If I looked under the couch
Or even the stairs
Maybe then I could find the time there
when i am six there is a princess, a prince, and a villain.
one beautiful,
one brave,
and one bad.
good beats evil,
The memory was always fresh...it starts to fade a little now
The unsettled push and pull of the heart
Think of a million new days, suns, moons, and stars
It will pass
Calc 1 was a math class I took
It led to long hours in a book
My first test was bad
The workload was mad
It all left me quite a bit shook
My outlook was blurred
My life skewed
New environment
New schedule
New people
Sleepless.
Darkness.
A cage of comfort around the heart.
Take me back to the years of unlimited time,
Before the clock truly strikes out.
Sleeping.
Fading.
Why does time fly by so fast?
Young Kimmee wants;
Young Kimmee is aggressive, unapologetic, and needy
Young Kimmee is immature.
Getting upset and holding grudges,
Looking back at the old days
They would look at me and call me gay
I felt lose in the crowd because I wasn't the same
But I knew who I was and that was okay
I grew stronger and knew my worth
Little bear, little bear
looking at your reflection
trying to make sense of this section of life that you're going through.
I too am just as lost and confused
about what exactly is going on
There once was a girl last named Sok
Who thought she was smart as a rock,
But she learned pretty quick
That hard work’s the real trick
Now she’s got her whole future on lock.
Age crept up on me like a shadow slinking infrom an open window: light at first,growing larger and larger as the sun grewriper and redder behind the treetopsbeyond my apartment.
Once I was five years old and everything was alive
My toys, the walls, the chairs -even spoons and knives
I believed that I could hear them - I was never given a choice
It's about time I grew up
About time I start managing my money more responsibly
Taking responsiblity for my actions instead of deflecting them with a lie or the blame of another
It's about time I grew up
I sit with a book,
Filled with familiar pages,
In my hands as I look
Back through the years.
I was quieter when
I first held it, one of many,
I knew more books than people then,
