from Mon., on 12/3

sleep,
work,
party,
poetry,
repeat.


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sleep some,
weep some,
eat some,
done.


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The lights were
pretty,
and so were they.


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A new love
reburn
from the ashes of
the old.

Call me reckless, or
young and dumb--
but understand that
my happiness is my own.


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midnight rushes
with late night talks,
dark car rides,
with the night so young.

from Monday, November 26th

Sleep: not gotten.
Fun: had.
Problems: none.


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The gravy falls
down the potatoes
like melted snow
streaming down
a mountain.


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A burst of energy surges
into my veins!

I rush about the
room, putting on my
pants in a tornado of
excitement. This
may be the only
time I get to see
God's eyes open.


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Memories of what was
once ago

float dreamily
in the sea-foam shores
shown in the eyes that
hold me.

Held me.


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Every step
Every word
Every movement
Every breath.

Calculated and precise
like strokes of a paintbrush
or a surgeon's scalpel.

All choreographed to look

effortless....

from Mon., 11/12

30 minutes in the car,
2 hours meeting friends,
1.5 hours of a show,

just trying to get
10 minutes with you.


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7am hot tub
snow stories.


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Sleepy harmonies,
rainbow lights,

tight in your arms:

my heaven.


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Slaving away
bringing burning hot
food
to old people
as old as dirt.


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Quiet like the snow
the soft breaths of
my pets as they snooze
a peaceful day at
home.

from Mon., Nov. 5th

cold songs
filter through
the bare branches.


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I spilled my
cereal in
my belly button

and now

I'm sad,

but I'm still rad.


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Chilled skin stab against
the hail induced, wind whispered
sky.

Shoes ripping through
the artificial grounding,
breath heavy, silent.

An end of an era,

a dynasty,

a world.


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Someone should
see the way
he throws a bowling ball.

His dorky grin
makes me laugh--
someone should
date this boy.


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We sit on the
patio, the sky was
gorgeous this weekend.

Wrapped-up in blankets
and a complicated love
pentagon.

This weekend is certainly
the start of a new season.


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Through drought
and famine,
natural disaster,
my baby has been around
for me.


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Blurry traffic
lights, tear-
filled eyes,
re-thinking life.

from Mon., 10/29

Sharp #2 pencils
click against
the faux wood desks.

The air is thick with
stress & fear.

Four hours to pour
four years of education
onto a scantron.


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Workin' all day,
hurtin' all night,
just to get paid,
just to have a life.

Free food is cool
and so is ice.
Don't be a fool:
pumpkin spice!


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The leaves shimmer
in the cool fall air,
as life seems to piece
itself together.

Adulthood and childhood
converge,

in a bittersweet hug,
atop a grassy hill.


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Acrilic paint filling the
air,
drying on cold hands:

Lovely chaos

Turns beauty.

from Mon., 10/22

The long weekend
comes like a fresh
breath, giving me life.

At some point, it'll be
a couple of months, but
until then, the couple
days gets me by.


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Tangy, soft
crisp of a
spark of love
tingling the
tip of my
tongue.


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Waves    r    ah
crashin'.


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A state of
euphoria where
the sky and
the sea meet.


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A phone call, a tirp
to Chili's, and 27
donuts is a

world of weight off
my shoulder.

from Mon., 9/17--after Homecoming

A single piece of
toasted toast
fell  to the floor,
tumbling, turning,
in an acrobatic
attempt to land
lavishly on the
unjellied underbelly
of the brown
hued face of victory.


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The darkness sweeps
     you away
As you lay under the
     dim light,
The stars shine above
     you.
As you  hold the one
     you love.


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Fire-place crackles
next to the sound
of rushing water--
laughter fills teh air,
arms around waists,
sitting closely.


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As the world hums
in an anxious fevor,
riddled with guilty pleasure,
I lay
content,
with no one.


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Fake fiends everywhere,
no one in sight,
went home alone,
with ice cream delight.


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Sour.
Sweet.
Gone.

from Mon., 9/10

The crowd screams,
we eat ice cream
as we rush
in the hush
of the night.


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I walk the field, realizing
how close I am to my
heart. Steve tells me
to never lose that.


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the trees' twigs
scattered on the
ground, the two
trees' branches
battling for
more room on
the meadow.


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A cinnamony
marvelous bowl
of crunchy sweet
wonder, and
once the crunch
was gone I was
serenaded with
the milk that
was filled with
joy and happiness.


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Two sweaty grilled
cheese stand face
to face, lips locked
under the beating heat
lamp.


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Laying under the sun,
We hold each other close,
Knowing full well

that this is the last time

we will.

from prom weekend

Basement full of sweaty kids.

Nobody knows anybody.

Just dance the
awkwardness away.


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Love songs,
Love poems,
Love everything,

makes me sick.

from p.4 on Mon., May 7th

The blue decadent
clouds whisper me
closer to dawn.

The stranger
sings a symphony.


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Your face on my
phone, your voice
in  my ears, your laugh
in my heart, but
all I want is your
hand in my hand.


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My nails are
longer than
the weekend.

But I'm okay
with it being over.

I wish the
weekends were
pink.

from period 1 on Mon., April 30th

Blue sky reverb
swells my soul
cleansing my heart
like a healing herb.


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A leaning,
tilt
ing
un
ruly
stack of pizza
makes its way
to
the
door.


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Ben going on a
walk.


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happiness
creeps into
you like a
lion creeping
up onto its
prey....


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I was sick all
weekend.

Correction:

I was dealt Hades'
revenge in the depths
of Tartarus all
weekend.

That's better.

from p.1 on Mon., April 23rd

Our minds were intoxicated
by the drunk kisses
shared between us.


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Dark light and
dark water

doesn't stop the
shine in the eyes.


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Sunny music and
gardening seeds,

a taste of summer
and embrace of
spring.

from p. 1 & 4 on Mon., 4/16

That's how I felt,
right then and there.

Again,
here you are
buzzing in my brain.


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Cigarette ash &
late night ice
cream.

Colfax Avenue
on a sunset
afternoon.


-----


The city towers like a giant,
and graffiti decorates it like
jewelery.


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Resting in a green hill,
in the company of rolling
children and laughter,

Botanics and floating pollen
surround me,

And the koi whispering
beneath,

All servants to an orange
English light.


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Ruthless,
my style as a juvenile.
Never listen to my mother,
went in one ear and out the other.
It's my nature I gotta curse,
Sneakin' out the window know what
I want front and center and don't get caught
slippin' existing the entrance.

10 word short stories from p.1 & 4 on Mon., 4/9

1. Spring breeze. Yellow flowers. Everything comes alive all at once.
2. Just a stroll in the park to feed the pigeons.
3. Fly fishing. Cast out. Cast back. Catch a fish. Release.
4. I don't like writing poetry, but I am stuck here.
5. Excited to sit next to each other, our nervous hands touch.
6. I wrote a poem yesterday. Again, it was about you.
7. She lived with so much hope; life became a delusion.
8. She made it sound easy. As if it wasn't curiously absurd.
9. I wish I had the sprinkles on my ice cream.
10. Sleepless in Seattle as rain gently falls, clouding my thoughts.

from p.4 on Mon., April 2nd

Sprinkles of rain
and
rays of sunshine
mix in a ball
of confusion
and pure
beauty.


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The harsh wind
howls as the soft
sun shimmers, thirst
met with relief.

Most want an endless
summer, but do not
realize the necessity of winter
to have anything at
all.


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Burning wood
spilling ashes into
the air.

Surrounded by my second family.

No makeup, messy hair.

Nothing but love
and the stars.


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Humidity wraps you
like a blanket with the
air being breathable.

The heartbeat of the city
is powered by those
who live in it.


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The rain dances as
I drift in and out
of sleep,
my dog
warms me like a little
furnace.

from p.1 on Mon., April 2nd

Spring:

Bunnies hop from their mom.
Birds sing songs for you.

But horses shed.

You get hair in your mouth,
hair in your eyes,
but it's lovely.


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The first bloom of
purple tulips,

inspired tones
floating through
condensed cotton air;

two months until
summer.


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Dizzied and dazzled,
by an infinite amount of
ultralight beams,

Lovesick and lusted,
we are not invincible.

But still we march,
into the unpredictable future.


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Flares on snares.

I love the plastering
as the stratocasters
sing.

from p.4 on Mon., 3/19

I told my sister
she drew her eyebrows
too  high.

She seemed surprised.


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Rain falls from teh sky,
like broken shards of
sunshine,

some beauty in the
madness,

of a passing storm.


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Light & Dark

Dark & Now No Light

Dead phone
at a dead
end.

It's Midnight in Parker.

from p.1 on Mon., 3/19

Let my mind
just sneak back
to a better time,

a time

when he was mine.


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The sun shines and the
world radiates like
a toaster oven,
but I can't even
feel it,

locked inside, slave
away the day,

friends giggle but
I can't hear it.

I wanna go home.


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The sun peakes out from behind
that stark mountain stretch,
a kaleidoscope of color.


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Sitting on my
hindquarters,
scanning over
Boulder's quarters
from big red iron
rocks
wondering
if the horizon
is real.

from p.4 on Mon., March 5th

The night was dark
and full of
unwanted adventures.


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The breeze dances through the
trees,

and a song for peace whistles
by my ear,

mother nature taps her
fingers on the keys,

of a piano made of fallen
leaves.


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The weekend wasn't long
enough
to make up for
today.


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The blue in your eyes shimmers,
like dawn dish soap on stainless steel.

The flow of your hair,
wavy and smooth like something
equally as wavy and smooth.

Your voice as warm and welcoming
as that of a chick-fil-a employee.

I'm really bad at similes
but that doesn't change the fact
that I think you're wonderful.


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Black old dog with
greying whiskers.

Dead dry grass,
capturing warmth.

Slaughter House Five
Biscotti & Coffee

from p.1 on Mon., 3/5

I saw a fight
at Walmart.


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Flush, flush, flush.

The toilet never

stops

flushin'.


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Thousands of little
flowers

nodding in the
delicate breeze

as birds sing.


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Barefoot
on the grass
listening to
our
favorite songs.

from p.4 on Mon., Feb. 26th

My skin fell off
this morning.
I wanted to save it,
observe it under a
microscope,
see what I am made
of.

Instead, I threw it
away,
a piece of me in the
trash.


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The wisdom of
wrinkles, that
causes a crinkle
in your own sphere,
a different perspective,
a different elective
as that mystical
wheel keeps turning,
equalizing all.


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Forever entertwined
in each other's
breath.


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Bubbling broth,
steamed windows,
finished the night
with a cookie.

Boys night.


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Walking alone
rock

Flying by
paper

Swimming through
scissors

Jumping
shoot.

from p.1 on Mon., Feb. 26th

Fresh powder flies
from sharp skis.

Cousins howling.

Laughter bursts from
cold corners.

Warmth fills a
cloudy sky.


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Blue lips,

pale face,

breathing in,

the snowflakes.


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A broken heart led
to a broken world.


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Caught in a vesper,
pushed towards
and away,
trying to determine
if I want to
go with
or against
the wind.


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Ballerinas fluttered
across the canvas,
people danced from
masterpiece to masterpiece,
series of movement
and color,

And the creative impact
that one properly
placed line can have.


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Lying in bed sick
as the world happens
around me.

from p.4 on Wed., Feb. 21st

On a train to Paris, written in invisible glow-in-the dark ink:

For freedom,
for comfort,
we fight
the darkness to
come.


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On a train to anywhere but here, carved in with a knife

Forward.


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On a train going to the Churchill War Room in London, written with a turkey's wishbone:

A glowworm I am,
Aspiring past
Galipoli
to the PM,

I go when no one
else will.

from P.1 on Wed., Feb. 21st

On a train to East LA, painted:

Comforting lies

harm more than

a painful truth.

For knowing pain from

the start makes

the end worthwhile.

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On a train headed to Pluto, written with glitter paint:

On Pluto,

this glitter reflects

my love and emptiness

without you.

In my mind,

you are still

a planet.

Here is a gift,

of glitter and sparkles.

You are not forgotten.

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On a train headed west, written in spray-paint.

You bring people

to a place

they are lost.

from p.4 on Mon., 2/12

Developing a British
accent
while reading Shakespeare
in the dark 'till their eyes
slowly close to sleep.


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Lonely & full of
foods that make
my stomach churn.

Binge watching The Office
in bed bores me as I
go to school only to
grow up for a temp job &
Jello calculators.


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Lost but not afraid,
plans gone astray.

Music blaring,
not a care
in the world.

Here's to being young.


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Everything passed
in a blur.
Unable to register
any specific happenings,
I lost myself in comfort
and calm.

from p.1 on Mon., 2/12

Savory Chinese
food on a
snowy day.


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Bathtub, bathtub,
oh how you scare
me. I woke up
in you & I'm not
sure why. Bathtub
oh bathtub.


-----


Gloomy skies
release their filings
onto the bare earth

like a balloon bursting

the white confetti falls
to the earth.


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Snow flying from the ground up
as he bolts across the tundra,

bounding toward the fuzzy
green trophy.

Leaping

he collides with
the ball, sending snow sailing
around his golden head.

from p.4 on Mon., 2/2

Cracked window
releases the criminals
of the cold.


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My fat cat
full of fluffy rolls
twirls into a little ball
a little ball of joy

and starts a steady purr
beside me on a crisp
Sunday morning.


-----


Confronted by another
red light,
another empty tank,
I stay still in a vast
sea of ships
adrift in a 10 mile
radius in which
I call home.

Are there more
oceans out there?


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Fluorescent colored
lights shine,
like the souls of clutter
in time,
to the rhythm of the
song that lingers low in the
air,
pulling on the hands and
feet of many.

from p.1 on Mon., 2/2

All Skittles taste
the same.


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Eyes slowly fluttering
open.

The night's dreams
drift to the back
of my mind.


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Like a shark gliding through
the water, the Tostito cuts
a path through guacamole.

An explosion of salt and tomato
erupts on your tongue while
your teeth land with a

crunch.


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The necklace hangs
lazily around her neck.

The beads click
back and forth as
she walks.

The craftsmanship
of a 7 year-old was
never worn so
proudly.

from p.4 on Mon., 1/29

Dry eyes stare blankly at
an empty screen.

The title, "Lit Essay #2"

Fingers numb from lack of movement.

I move the mouse to click back
to Netflix.


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My bed is warm.
My mind is empty.
I am at peace.


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I went swimming.
It was awful.

So awful.


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The crimson sky
slowly peaks through
the barren frosted
tree limbs, as the
cold morning transitions
into a gleaming winter
day.


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We stared into each
other's eyes. Both waiting,
waiting, for me to
stab the canvas with
my colored knife.

from p.1 on Mon., 1/29

The sweet scent of pancakes
wafts and flows through the
house.

Conquering the air vents,
it overtakes my olfactory glands.

Every drawn breath increases my
hunger, and I float down

on a dense cloud of pancakes
towards the kitchen.


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I saw a man
with two
geese in his
shopping cart.


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Hovering above the fountain
the ghost men come to
see, for I have seen a
light that doth shine
upon us all.

from p.4 on Mon., Jan. 22nd

Freshly fallen
snow creating
a blank canvas
to repaint the
world.


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Bundled under
a tower of blankets,
frost forming on
my window as the
snow falls in the
backdrop behind it.


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My backyard smells like clean
laundry and quiet.

The snow is
suffocating teh trees and
choking all sounds until
it's so silent, I can hear
snowflakes hitting the ground.

It's dark;
the snow sparkles.
My backyard is pristine.


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Snow covers the ground.
Roads are icy and dangerous,

but we still take the
adventure to see
each other.

All of this
just for nervous
glances over bowls
of mac and cheese.

from p.1 on Mon., Jan. 22nd

The sky reached

westward for new clothes,

smothering itself

with bright colors.

-----

The warm smell

of the gooey chocolate

foat through the

air like a comforting

reminder:

everything

is okay.

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Powdered sugar 

floats down on a frozen pastry.

The sweetened Earth rests

below the steaming

teapot-houses above.

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The TV is the only thing

that lights up my room

as the raging snow

furthers my entrapment.

from p.4 on Wed., 1/17

Cleats stomping
on polo grass
as mountains tower
in the background
alongside
palm trees.


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The clouds cry
over a black and white sky
while the
sun
hides in fear
of its
sorrow.


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As the waves crashed and cracked
against the black, sun-beaten boulders,
a face,
too badly beaten to make out,
climbs over these stoic rocks
to gain a view of the massive expanse
of water before him.


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Bleak walls littered with
pseudo-inspirational posters and
meaningless bits of information.

Painfully fluorescent lighting
reflecting off bleached tiles that
hurt my eyes.

I'm so tired.

from p.1 on Wed., 1/17

And then the person
and the bed became
one.

The blankets wrapped tightly.

The pillows were fluffled
& Netflix and snacks
were at the ready.


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The skyscrapers towered
above me.

Busy people swarmed
around me,
not even stopping to apologize
to the people they ran into.

Taxis honked,
vendors yelled,

and I stood in teh middle
of it all

silently.


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the horse's breath
came out
in a huge cloud
as he stood
in the
cold.