"Congratulations!"
is the first word I see--
no need to read anymore.
My mom cried.
My dad shouted with joy.
It's a funny thing
when everythign changes.
I'm in college.
But yet
I'm still here,
writing some dumb poem.
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Frozen pizza and
Cherry Garcia are
all that's left of
what once was.
A broken bag of peas
half-frozen and clung
to the grate.
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The engine sat bar
in the engine bay.
The valve casing lying
on the floor.
Spark plugs corroded
and broken, coated
in oil.
Long may you run.
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Fallen rose petals and
moldy stems
accumulate below my feet.
Messes to clean
with nothing but
bare hands.
All worth it.
Beauty
Made from nothing
but broken pieces of life.
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