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Confusing poems
Are too hard to really read
So I stick with these.
Agh, get out of bed
You stupid girl, you'll be late
And you need a bath.
I am proud of Ninja Day—
March the thirty-second.
And you guys that dare to say
"It's April Fools" I will threaten.
Giving every chance away,

Thinking he could hold out—

no.
My eyes hurt
Maybe it's from staring at the computer
for so long
Maybe it's bad for my eyes

My eyes hurt
Maybe it's because I'm tired and didn't get
enough sleep
Maybe it's bad for my eyes

My eyes hurt
Maybe it's from the mascara I just started wearing
to get attention
Maybe it's bad for my eyes

My eyes hurt
Maybe it's from the hard music I listen to
to make sense of stuff
Maybe it's bad for my eyes

My eyes hurt
Maybe it's because I feel like crying but I'm
keeping it in
Maybe it's bad for my eyes.
You're more than you think
You know you can do better
But you can soar, too
I've taken to carrying a pencil around
Whether I sit or stand
For it seems exceptionally true these days
I can't think without a pencil in hand.
and I don't know if that's a good thing....
Sometimes you sense them
In the dark places of night
But now face to face.
He makes me laugh, and
Even though he isn't loud
I know what he means.
 Apr 2014 Bree
Coral
don't**
ask me what i think about poetry
i never think about poetry
but
sometimes more often than others
words will creep into my skull
and dance around my soul
they'll bicker with each other
and grasp at each others hair
until i am forced to release them
from the damp of my fingertips
and exhale them
like the dense clouds of smoke
that they are
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