from p.4 on Mon., 2/22

Waiting
where are you?
wind whipping
sun setting
you didn't come
like you promised.


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I am an animal
cursed with primal needs.
Long brown curly fur
creates heat to protect
me from the world itself.

White razor sharp teeth, dulled
down for peace. I am
a beast, not a monster.
A wild creature cursed
by love.


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A sweaty touch of
love laces through
my fingers--
the world behind the
window rushes by.

from p.1 on Mon., 2/22

Relaxing at home,

suddently, bringing my

friend's mom to the 

hospital.

But she wanted
to go to St. Joseph's.

30 minutes away.

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Let's not deepen it

anymore.

Let's cut the picture

down to size.

Talk of silly games, moment smiles,

day-to-day, tennis shoes,

tests, time, mundane.

I need something simple.

Let's not deepen it

anymore.

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Sloshed in the mud,

endorphins buzzing,

soaking in the sun

baked in blue sky,

a new horizon,

a mountain

to conquer.

from p.4 on Wed., 2/17

I happened too fast,

This lost kiss of mine.
I fell too fast,
too hard.


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So tired
So excited
So happy


Valentines day
waking to
the smell
of bacon and
boyfriend.


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Eggs without bacon,
bacon without eggs,
they can't be separated,
but are somehow apart,
I don't know why,
I just hope this bacon
can get back his egg...

from period 1 on Wed., 2/17

The wind blew,
but it did not move.
People walked,
but it stayed silent.
It forever is stuck
in a place it didn't choose.


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Fabric roses in plastic vases.
Red cotton tablecloths,
clean with dying anticipation.

A full-length, fully decorated gym
with all of seven people present.

Untouched chairs, background music
like white noise.
Maybe it was testined to be

so empty.


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A forest
that we were exploring
"Bob's Burgers" plays in
the background
we were lost in the
twists and turns of
blankets and pillows
laying on the floor
falling in the leaves.

from Wed., Feb. 10th

The green cookie
of the sun,

the sun of the 

milky night.

Dropping the heart

of the beast.

-----

The warm air hisses

her shin as the wind

flows through her hair

while she ventures down

the never-ending highway,

carefree.

-----

Burning, twisted,

dead. Arms and

stiff hands droop

and lay barren.

White frozen flesh

melting into water.

Carrot nose and
earthy eyes fall

on the lawn.

from per 1 on Mon., Feb. 8th

How does one describe doing
absolutely nothing? Without realizing
all the things they did not do?
Countless opportunities for enormous
change.

I think I'll sleep instead.


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War sure
dryer.
Dance pants
drowning in the fuzz.
The riptide rips.


-----


Streaks of crayon lights
break the dark
illuminating brick,

comfort comes,

from something I
can't grasp.

from p.1 on Mon., Feb. 1st

Hospitible warmth.
The sun overlooked
frigid depth of space.

Falsly warm.
Forever cold.


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Barnyard Ball:

cows retire,
vultures begin.


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The freezing
cold seeping
through my
feet like the
hot sun.

from p.4 on Mon., Feb. 1st

twisting, turning,
ice decorated roads going.
fast
as a snail glancing
mother white knuckles
repeating
"I'd rather arrive alive."


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snowy nachos,
neighbors, &
indie movies.


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The sun shined bright that weekend
as the ocean kissed the San Francisco
shore.

Glimmers of light bounced from
the waves
illuminating
the city's glass
and brightening the blue
hearts of the people below.