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.