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All My ThoughtsI haven’t seen her for all of winter break. And I really miss her. Every time I see my presents under the tree, I think of the present she gave to me. Every time I eat Christmas cookies, or drink hot chocolate, or look at the Christmas lights we hung up, I think of her. I wonder if she’s having fun skiing in Big Bear, and I wonder if she’s thinking of me, because all my thoughts tie back to her.All My Thoughts
LongerI always count the minutes until Spanish, when I can see you again. And somehow, the minutes always seem longer before I lay eyes on your face than they do after.Longer
All I WantI could write a million poems about all the conversations we have and all the things she says to me, but no one would be able to understand how happy she makes me even when she just says hi.All I Want
I don't think she even pays attention to me when I hug her and ask her how she's doing, because I know she has her mind on other boys. And she doesn't understand that I pay attention to everything she says and savor every secret she tells me, and every time she tells me about her day.
All I want is for her to enjoy talking to me, all I
calling the kettle black.I’m lying on my side staring at the boxy numbers of the car clock. 2:02, 2:02, 2:02, they pulse. almost home, almost home, almost home. I’m thinking that if I keep repeating the same themes over and over and over, someone might realize they mean something. I’m wondering if I ignore you long enough, will you just go away?calling the kettle black.
nuclear.I felt the sharp grip of fingers twisted in my hair. [I didn’t want to know but could guess why you were there.] as you flicked open your knife and pressed it to my hand I cried out in pain, broke free, and ran.nuclear.
I could smell danger heavy on your breath as I twisted and turned from right to left. a thin line of blood snaked down my palm. you still stalked me, perfectly calm.
my breath was coming shallow and my eyes stung with tears. but I couldn’t make a sound; not a single soul would hear this deadly chase, this lethal race; you, cat, and I, a mouse. I
THIS IS A POEM ABOUT YOU.this is a poem about people that are rude and insensitive and exclusive and elusive and this is a poem about people who give less and hoard more. this is a poem about my thinking that I’m better than you because I play harder and try harder and love harder and exist for the same things you find worthless and meaningless and utterly expendable. this is a poem about anger and frustration because those are the most human emotions I’ve ever felt and those are also the only emotions I can never put into words.THIS IS A POEM ABOUT YOU.
well finallyfinallyfinally some sense and real english out of all th
solstice.i.solstice.
plane rides are anti-climactic but car rides are even worse.
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I wake up sweating from dreams that I’ve told you everything and my sheets are tangled around my legs and my fingers in my hair; I wake up breathing heavy and I’m nervous and relieved and I can’t remember what trust feels like anymore.
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october was our peak and in november we fell apart and by december we were broken and barren like the trees.
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somethin
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"Life is like a box of chocolates; you never know whatcha gonna get." -Forrest Gump
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lights will guide you home / and ignite your bones / and I will try to fix you.
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lights will guide you home / and ignite your bones / and I will try to fix you.
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first the earth was flat, but it fattened up when we didn't fall off; now, we spin laps around the sun.
Haha just kidding. Yeah, I totally have! They're all so amazingly perfect! I wish I could write like you
Oh, but thanks for the fave and the watch as well
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first the earth was flat, but it fattened up when we didn't fall off; now, we spin laps around the sun.
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