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not missing you
I don't know why I texted you
Spontaneously last night.
Usually I set up some elaborate plan,
So I can do everything right.
You're failing school,
Well guess what?—So am I,
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A Trapped Poet (inspired by Emily Dickinson)
I am just like her—
Trapped in a sea of white.
My mind is just as frayed—
My heart just as sliced.
By the glittering blades
That contrived all her words.
The letters of her thoughts,
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why
I don't have a favorite word,
And I used to think I liked them all.
But my whole body starts to fall,
At the small whisper of why.
Why are you crying?
Why do you hide?
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writer's block
My computer is dead again,
It's another excuse not to write.
My hand is cramping from playing,
But all the songs don't sound right.
They don't quite understand it,
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the answer
"Why are you sad, my dear?"
My mother asks me again and again,
But my mouth won't open; you can't hear
the words that are caught in a cold, metal chain.
I can't tell her how hard I yearn
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just another poem
I can't breathe,
I haven't felt like this in a while.
I thought it was getting better,
But I'm still drowning in screams.
Breathe,
Take some air, you deserve it.
Loves
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Lover, Please Come Home
Inspired By My Own Book Series
“What are you going to miss most?”
“You.”Oh lover,
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keep writing
sometimes
when my fingers don't itch to write
and the keyboard is a faraway memory,
i curse myself
curse the world
because i feel like poetry is pointless.
why
do my hands know exactly how
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Words are not forever
I can say everything right
But she'll still never love me
After that one bad night,
Now I just want to be free
This isn't about a friend
Or someone special
No texts I will send
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My light
You are the light in my life,
My girlfriend and my love.
You take away the night,
And your body fits with mine
I know you love my poems
So I will write them for you.