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preservationman Feb 2017
Pages that will be full of ideas
Yet also included will be some fears
A writer jolting down his life in what took place
There was a time in the Writer’s near Death
But time was on the Writer’s side
He can continue to write and reside
However, it will be the thoughts he will provide
Life is worth living
It’s the revolving time being the recordkeeping
A writer who was inspired by the night
It was also the moon and stars in plain sight
Now the Writer’s ideas that will shed some light
The time when the writer was attacked by a Bear
The attack wasn’t your average compare
The Writer who was caught by surprise, but didn’t even realize
The writer was attacked all covered in blood
The blood was pouring as if it was a flood
The writer was walking on the trail of the forest
Scare as the writer was, he managed to survive
The writer was so wounded to retreat
Medical attention is what got him on his feet
Thank God I am alive
The situation I will never forget
The writer’s notebook full of details, but being a full correspondent in giving what happened on the trail.
"Ha Ha! did some kid really get a 37 on the test? Good luck to that guy."

Hi, I'm Miss 37 on a Recordkeeping test
yet I ingest, more natural intelligence,
from my morning spinach-strawberry-banana smoothie;
than I do from eating your face off.

Haley, restrain, breathe, write.

I score more points when I invest
every spastic ounce of energy into calming down.
Plastic expectations don't deserve
my jolted, steaming, red in the face nerves.
My teacher and I know I haven't earned
below a 70 yet this year.

Two Years ago I was buried  myself beneath enough mulch
I could barely emit muffled noises;
let alone offer proposes of how far the stick up your *** is.
Drowning in every pound of self destruction
I erupted volcanos, melted my mother's heart.
Struggled, mulligrubbed with my own monsters.
Finally, I emerged from the dirt, blooming,
fueled by the passion for life that consumed me.
My roots hardened into knotted salvations;
Pursuit of curiosity, to never stop asking questions.
Passionate relationships, with equal give and take and
Intrigue in the new and altruistic.

I never asked to be a statistic
among American teens who pursue the American Dream.
Surviving a full year in high school is enough
to satify my pride.
A 37 is nothing to hide
so say it louder man-boy.
Straighten your spine on that testosterone pedestal.
Good luck out there, I hope you catch em all!
I'll be gazing at the sky, a piece of advice?
Always keep your ears open, Always keep your eyes wide.

— The End —