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Golden sunlight beams down on The grass, turning it emerald. Leaves fall gently down, Making their slow descent to the damp ground   Autumn is coming- No, wait; it's already here.
Why make such a big deal of birthday? You're alive every day. Christmas Day, New Year’s Day, Independence Day, Contrary to what they claim, No day is better than another day.
This morning I sat in the back seat of a dying car, music softly bleeding through broken speakers, and I watched the world wake up.
An observation of life:
In the delta I wait The tide of people ebbs and flows around me The cacophony of the mundane Like a coven in the fall Passing through on its way to…
Love is like a poorly made bridge. It's not able to bear much weight, It collapses under pressure, And sometimes it's just really scary to face.
    {Ladies and Gentlemen       The dark ages       We are screaming}   The world has turned another phase Of fight long years and frightful tears Fulfilled with people country built off then
Words drift off the tongue like rain into a sea of screaming voices.  Meaning smothered, lost in the hollow susurrus. We all plead for our own personal preservation. Through the shallow waters of our voice.
I still dont know what it was when I fiirst saw you You were different from the other guys I seen before I was wondering where you been all my life
it’s 7am and she’s scrolling picking up her phone before getting out of bed she’s liking photos for breakfast. stretching and turning—under covers because there’s something more comforting
I’ve seen society fall apart.
I see 22 guys wearing baseball caps. I see 3 girls wearing baseball caps.
Is it wrong that i want to observe everything you do? just simply watch you, and breath in every quirk and restlessness of your being sometimes you absent mindedly jitter your leg
I hope one day to be as proud as a bluejay. Standing tall and fierce, hopping about to get what I want, sure that nothing will get in my way.
That warm smellFresh coffee from the brewer to my rightCoffee made the cold air thickerRounded out the nick that came with each inhaleI turned the page in my book
My mother is the queen, For control is all that matters.   My father is the king, The foreseer of decisions.   Mother fends for her bishops, But they cannot save her children.  
Our World... Rapacity! Where Men usurp the youth. Men who manifest greed, lust, power Illimiuniting Freud's Id through actions Alas! The youth replicate their Teachers. Cloned as the Men
lately my grandmother has been practicing her english with the phrase: no one should have to die with pain and suffering the pencil marks bow through the pages so earnestly
I use poetry to bring fort important discussions, I don't believe in limiting topics because I'm young, But for starters, I've lost friends, They're legal and I'm just a teen, Life seems frugal with a hint of mean,
My naivete has led me astray from the real world. This wonderland in which my mind obtains is nothing more than a fallacy The eyes of wisdom have opened and realized this newfound knowledge is really my reality
The kindness in the smile of a little girl. Fearless and free...the world not yet clawing away her freedom to love, sees through eyes as clear as the sea with an embrace as warm as the sun.
It’s amazing how unobservant Most people are. Drifting, faces and handshakes Do they notice he remains still? Silent within and nearly un-phased You’re just a slip in his routine
triangles, trapezoids, and cones none of these can distract me from the persistence of my own thoughts. bunny rabbits, sprinkles, and rainbows these are what girls my age should be thinking about
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