from p.4 on Mon., Feb. 16th

Deep in the depths of the
bitter black ocean

turned pure by abused animals,

it was delicious.


-----


I love looking at the
sunset and the sunrise,

but I would miss a
thousand sunsets just to
look into your eyes.


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Like a God,
above all others.

Until,

the mistake of apparel drives
cheek to dirt
and heels to head.

from period 1 on Mon., Feb. 13th

Please don't ask me
to be your Valentine.

I don't find it charming
when you say "be mine."

Roses are red,
cliche and unoriginal too,
so I beg of you
this Valentine's Day,
try something new.


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I thought

(of all the things I was
thinking, here is the
absence. It's a
pretty long silence)

but no.



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While adjusting
variables and strings
for an assignment.

An avian pal
passes on--
buds since
middle school.

No  one remains....


-----


One year
older,
the youngest
you'll ever
be.

from periods 1 and 4 on Feb. 6th

Flour outlined

the surface

of my hands

as they launch

a flying saucer

of dough into 

oblivion.

-----

Crowded streets

humming with

running motors

shrouded in the 

shadows of 

skyscrapers.

Tears after a 

phone ringing

best night of my life.

-----

Sunshine 

and nothing.

-----

Blended, smeared,

and rushed are

the colors along

the path of the

derailed.

from p.4 on Mon., Jan. 30th

I'm nowhere.

Words lost on
pages, tears scattered
everywhere as my
thoughts run
rapid,
caressing
the binding
of a
now
finished
story.



-----



Becoming one with
the clouds &
sliding with style.



-----



The sound the
alarm clock makes

...

(as in silence)

because there is
no need to set it.



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Sunlight drifts through
vertical rivers of cotton.

Swaddled in down and
polyester, drifting
between harsh reality
and the warm cushion
of unconsiousness.

from p.1 on Mon., Jan. 30th

On the creaky
old board I flew
down the driveway
hitting,
feeling every crack
being hit!

and stopped by the
gravel at the end.



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She had beautiful
green eyes, the type that
remind you of the wild.

Her eyes a mossy
forest, I could get
lost in them forever.



-----



The happiness
of ice turning
into
water.



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The loud sound of
water on sand, sitting
back with a cup in your
hand. White foam filling
the top of the water

as they crash down.