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cass Feb 2016
Ah, my sweet summer child I dont think you realize that I will never grow up.
My Peter pan
this hurts a lot more now than it did when I created it. A happy poem turned into a sad one.
cass Feb 2016
I want to be with you all the time
And that bothers me
The fact that it bothers me
bothers me also
It bothers me that some see you more in a day than I see you in a week
I spend to many hours wondering
if you jog
or your favorite color
And wonder if you ever think about my exercise habits or favorite color
I look back on these poems and see that I have come so far. I am no longer bothered by you now.
- older cass
cass Feb 2016
I've come to realize looking into a mirror and expecting perfection is stupid. My eyebrows may not look the same, and my nose may curve upward and slightly to the left, i could point out all my flaws, but im not. Instead I'll look into the mirror and say, "my mouth is kind and my eyes are bright. I am a art form of cool lines and curves and blessed to have two feet to take me traveling onward."
I'm kind of realizing my body is my own and so I've signed rights to it and taken the tour of the nooks and crannies that detail my body. I've come to love my scars and revel in my imperfections. Loving myself for myself is perfection I think
cass Dec 2015
The way the writer paints a picture of words and pleasure a sarcophony of sounds
Turning a tumultuous world of gray into color
cass Dec 2015
I've got holes in my shoes, but I've got no holes in this soul of mine
I may not have any money but I make up for it in plenty of personality and poise.
cass Dec 2015
my throat hurts and my nose is running, but hot soup and thoughts of you will always be my best medicine.
cass Dec 2015
it's kissing snow you said, and i blushed because thinking of catching snowflakes while kissing you was honestly the best thing imaginable.
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