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 Apr 2017 YoYoWrites
BarelyABard
The honeysuckle blooms,
emitting fumes,
of blissful change
and sweet delight.

The dripping of nectar
through colorful rays,
soothe and sway
an endless day.

A season to die,
a season to grow,
an ocean of time,
the ebb and flow.

Winter is waiting with songs left unsung,
but now it is winter and life is still young.
 Apr 2017 YoYoWrites
WalkerZ
Clinging to that box
Full of gossip and lies
Just waiting for your reply
Hours and hours passed by
And then I started to cry
I fear that you never wanted to reply

Then days passed by
Still no reply
I check that empty box
Full of gossip and lies
But it would seem
That you've made up your mind
To never reply

A month later I hear a ding
I scrambled to that empty box
Full of gossip and lies
And in that emptiness
Was your reply

You said that you were sorry
For being to late
And that they wouldn't mind
Spending the rest of their lives
Filling that empty box
not with gossip and lies
But with their reply
 Apr 2017 YoYoWrites
Lydia
And when I looked up from my homework, you weren't reading on the couch
Not that I expected you to be, I'm just used to you
Day dreaming all the time, you always seem to be around

Now, no one has done the dishes in three days. I
Only use paper plates because I can't be bothered to do the cleaning, and I feel like a
Waste of space and oxygen.

You must have, too
Only I'm still here. Someone has to let the dog out every day. I
Understand why you did it, but I worry that you

Don't understand the damage you've caused. You
Only need pebbles to make tidal waves, and you were much more than a pebble. I remember you
Napping in my car,
'
Trip after trip that we took into the mountains

Have you made the right decision? I'm worried that if you could see me, you'd regret what you've done.
And you've done so much in one small motion. You were
Very broken. I know and I'm sorry. I remember that
Every time I wish you were still here.

Tomorrow, I would go to class without you
Only, they cancelled it. We're all going to the funeral instead

Because of you.
Everything was not lost, but you were

Pretty much all I've done since then is cry
Ever time I think about how you've gone, I
Remember. I remember all of time we spent together and every day that I wish I could repeat. I'm afraid you might be
Forgotten, like a statistic, like dogwood leaves in the rain or cherry blossoms in the summer before the leaves come
Even that guy who sits in the back of our physics class
Came to your funeral
Today, I'm learning to live with your decisions, even if you don't have to anymore.
This is my second attempt at NPMacrostic. I took the same concept that I tried the first time, but significantly revised it.

"And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good." -John Stienbeck, "East of Eden"

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