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  Dec 2015 Autumn
Maura
Don't go past the gate
that's dangerous place
It'll make you late
just you wait

told me
one more wouldn't hurt
told me
one more bite of dessert

it's nothing but a gate
just a short cut home
don't wanna be late
run past that gate

take the shortcut couple more times
say we'll pay for our crimes
but that's only sometimes

Walk on that line
private property's just a sign
one more time
one more drop
it won't make your heart stop

Open the gate be free
God said not to touch the tree
but would it be so bad to be able to see?
who I am on the inside? Who is me?

Broken gate, can't undo the past
should have trusted the sign
and never gone passed
I've seen America's drug addiction... so I guess I felt compelled to write about it.
Autumn Sep 2015
Is college for me?
I constantly ask.

"It'll be worth it"
They say
"You won't regret it."
#whatislife
Autumn Sep 2015
Be careful when you peel your battles
Cause some oranges fight back.

It all happened while I was standing in a hallway
I peeled and orange, and it fought back

I stood there trying to get beaneath the skin
but it's juice dripped uncontrollably

The venom of the peel shot into my eye
and I was half-blind as the fight continued

I managed to get off a thumb-sized peel
it hit the carpet, with a thud
just kidding peels don't make noise when they fall
but I heard a thud in my mind

I gouged out one slice, mangeld, yet juicy
and handed it to a boy named Timmy

Timmy nodded, and said
"This is a good one, definitely worth the fight!"

The juice was so extreme
it was hitting my head, mid section, arms, and legs with full force

Almost beat, but not quite I looked down at my body..
I was thoroughly covered with orange insides

This was the last straw,
still peel covered, and losing lots of juice...
I opened it in half

Juice exploded everywhere and my hands were so slippery...
the entire orance took its plumet to the carpet

The orange fought back, and I didn't get to eat it
it saw its happy ending in the trash can

Oh how I wanted that orange
The orange that fought back.
true story
Autumn Sep 2015
Fluffy snow was drifting late at night,
and the light pollution in the parking lot
captured each snowflake's descent.

"Locate your flake"
said the boy, whose name
rhymes with teal
and is also a sitting postion in the catholic church

The one as high up as you can see
The one that speaks to you.

Watch that one until it hits your tongue.
and you will be blessed.
Making a scene trying to catch snowflakes in our mouths in the target parking lot.
  Mar 2015 Autumn
ShamusDeyo
There's nothing like the Feel
Of two wheels and the power
Between your Legs, The Pounding
Of two  Cylinders, as the engine Revs.

Wheeling through snaking roads
Surrounded by Sunlight and trees
The intense smell of fallen leaves
On a cool nights ride. Feeling free

Blasting down a two lane road.
Rolling into a small town,you
Hear the Bikes Rumble, as you
Shift down, and throttle off the gas

The roar of your bikes sound, as
It bounces off the passing buildings.
You're out of town past the Last street light
As the Stars unfold in the stark black night

The feel of the wind's a sweet taste of freedom
Content for the silence and the Bike motors hum.
As an old Biker the ride is Past, but the feel of
The wind Flowing past my face, and the pound
Of the Motors sound, still be mine, Till my Day is Done
Autumn Feb 2015
Chex chocolate
somehow manages
the perfect amount of chocolate
and plain chex
I had four bowls in one sitting
this is my third cereal poem...
:)
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