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Heavy Footsteps There was no greeting; just strangers in running shoes, except for Kaitie. Summer Love A choice of a boy or a high I can't resist. The decision is.. Hills Beyond Hills Miles upon miles was a calling to a smile that he couldn't offer. I Have To Leave It was just a week, a meek test to see your love. You chose not to pass. Holding Hands From A Distance You chose to hold hands. Close, firm, and knowingly that it wasn't with me. Trust Is Trouble I am a rebel, trouble could be my calling. That's why I went back. School Is Calling Back with the same friends, same boyfriend, but now I have a love for xc. A Change Of Course Leaving behind the “friends”, and joining to run to friends, races, and YOU. Fate Delivers Omelets YOU, but I have him. Me, “I can ask my parents”. Now I have a Max. The Decision Is Shin splints and you are both problem and painful; I can't handle both. Goodbye For The Greater Good Trust has to be earned. There is none for you or my attempts at running. Down In A Canyon Low point: self esteem. I couldn't compete with her, You won my best friend. A Break There will be no runs, but I have YOU and your time. Brothers are great friends. Love? It Doesn't Exist. Trial and error dates. My zipper will stay up and I will take you home. Staying Home, Listening to Mom Time will bring hassle. There is no need for stress or crying from your voice. Eventually. I can hear “maybe”. That doesn't assure grief will pack its bags and leave. Sun Does Shine Positives are here, but they don't plan to stay long. YOU leave in four weeks. Appreciation To: YOU, for many smiles. Writing, new friends, and fresh hope. Mix Cd’s and love. Falling Into A: New year, new me, only, my heart can't take heights or cracks. But it takes the fall. Love For Max, parents, and best friends that keep me going. I am so grateful. Toxic: My thoughts of myself. My compassion towards others. The fact that YOU leave. Realization I am sixteen now. I am wild, naive, and happy. Change is très très sweet. When It Comes Down To It I don't ask for much, but can I for once get something I want? The fact that YOU will leave and fall drunk upon cobblestone roads infuriates me. I don't want YOU to forget. Little old me has a name, it's Mariah, your only little sister, the one only one that cries while writing this. The Atlantic Ocean is our barrier, along with our other hundreds of miles. I don't want to wake up to omelets from anyone else. Trusting that you will remember is the trouble. Fate is: Fun, it's what brought YOU and I together. Hopeful, my dad didn't lie about the maybes. Moving on, I hope I can too.
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Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 5:36 PM UTC
The Last Chapter: A Review In Haiku's and Two Other Poems
Heavy Footsteps There was no greeting; just strangers in running shoes, except for Kaitie. Summer Love A choice of a boy or a high I can't resist. The decision is.. Hills Beyond Hills Miles upon miles was a calling to a smile that he couldn't offer. I Have To Leave It was just a week, a meek test to see your love. You chose not to pass. Holding Hands From A Distance You chose to hold hands. Close, firm, and knowingly that it wasn't with me. Trust Is Trouble I am a rebel, trouble could be my calling. That's why I went back. School Is Calling Back with the same friends, same boyfriend, but now I have a love for xc. A Change Of Course Leaving behind the “friends”, and joining to run to friends, races, and YOU. Fate Delivers Omelets YOU, but I have him. Me, “I can ask my parents”. Now I have a Max. The Decision Is Shin splints and you are both problem and painful; I can't handle both. Goodbye For The Greater Good Trust has to be earned. There is none for you or my attempts at running. Down In A Canyon Low point: self esteem. I couldn't compete with her, You won my best friend. A Break There will be no runs, but I have YOU and your time. Brothers are great friends. Love? It Doesn't Exist. Trial and error dates. My zipper will stay up and I will take you home. Staying Home, Listening to Mom Time will bring hassle. There is no need for stress or crying from your voice. Eventually. I can hear “maybe”. That doesn't assure grief will pack its bags and leave. Sun Does Shine Positives are here, but they don't plan to stay long. YOU leave in four weeks. Appreciation To: YOU, for many smiles. Writing, new friends, and fresh hope. Mix Cd’s and love. Falling Into A: New year, new me, only, my heart can't take heights or cracks. But it takes the fall. Love For Max, parents, and best friends that keep me going. I am so grateful. Toxic: My thoughts of myself. My compassion towards others. The fact that YOU leave. Realization I am sixteen now. I am wild, naive, and happy. Change is très très sweet. When It Comes Down To It I don't ask for much, but can I for once get something I want? The fact that YOU will leave and fall drunk upon cobblestone roads infuriates me. I don't want YOU to forget. Little old me has a name, it's Mariah, your only little sister, the one only one that cries while writing this. The Atlantic Ocean is our barrier, along with our other hundreds of miles. I don't want to wake up to omelets from anyone else. Trusting that you will remember is the trouble. Fate is: Fun, it's what brought YOU and I together. Hopeful, my dad didn't lie about the maybes. Moving on, I hope I can too.
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Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 5:36 PM UTC
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