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Karly Codr Dec 2020
They took away my music today...
Don't they understand how much I need it?
I have an "alexa" speaker in my room... they took it and every other way that I listen to music away. They told me that I was addicted to it. I told them I wasn't. They didn't care. They took it away any way...
Karly Codr Dec 2020
So I'm sitting at my kitchen table.
And I'm watching the folklore long pond studio sessions.
And drinking peppermint tea.
And I have a big fluffy sweater wrapped around me. (not THE cardigan. I get that on Christmas.)
And it's just so aesthetically pleasing.
Like, I'm watching the folklore long pond sessions,
and drinking tea
and I'm wrapped in a sweater.
Is there anything more "folklore-ish" than that?
Like seriously, this makes me so happy, and i seriously haven't been genuinely happy in a while and this moment what just kind of serene, you know? It just makes me happy to realize that maybe I can be happy again. And I'm slowly getting there. Back to happy I mean. So anyway. This was just a really aesthetic moment. And it made me happy.
Karly Codr Dec 2020
problem one: i'm crushing one of my close guy friends.
problem two: i have to wait 20 more days until i will be continuously wearing my taylor swift cardigan.
problem three: i have to figure out how i'm going to get christmas presents to my friends who don't have school on the same days i do.
problem four: i'm 99% sure that i am addicted to music.
problem five: i still have to find a christmas gift for my mom.
problem six: i'm 17 and i still sleep with 6 stuffed animals.
problem seven: i don't have enough money to get a signed taylor swift cd
problem eight: my sister's birthday present shipped but hasn't arrived yet
problem nine: i can't find a way to get my brother to shut up about all his rubik's cube stuff
kind of ******* for absolutely no reason so here's are the most stupid problems in my life right now because i needed a laugh and i am too stressed to write a poem about depression and all of my actual problems so here are nine of the most stupid problems in my life
Kyra Embers Jul 2020
Can I be your old cardigan?
holding your scent,
your sweetest memories?

Can I be that cardigan?
the one you'd ditch
cool clothes for?

Can I be that cardigan?
The one who keeps that you warm,
even when the world keeps moving on?

Will you let me be that old cardigan?
part of your unchangeable past
The solace, you keep asking for?
Oka Apr 2020
Skinny jeans, black cardi
Iphone 8 with that cracked screen
Eyebags from assignments overdue
Longing for a natural view
Outside the screens and books too
I need to ask "How do you do?"
First time using modern refrences really
Kewayne Wadley Jan 2020
The devil walked into a store
Eying the clearance rack.
He made eye contact with the cashier
Walking towards the half priced jackets
Flannels & boots.

At that moment he saw something that
became his whole world.

His fingers wild with excitement
passing through all the colors
The hangers clanging against metal feverishly
to find that they didn't have his size.
He thumbed back through the sizes
as though something would have changed
Checking then double checking.

He asked the cashier if they had anymore
in the back,
much to his dismay
to receive the same answer.

He saw a cardigan in his size but hated the way
it looked.

Flapping the hood up and down.
He circled the store
Looking up & down the isles.

Until he noticed the buttons.
Those big wooden buttons
Memories of a different time & place
How fast time slips away.

All that's left;
Shoes to match
Mortality is surprising as it should be.
That you should die is not implied by life
Or pain. There is a sweater hanging in his closet.
If one were to look closely at the
                       neck the thread begins un
                       raveling the
                       re. No one will
                       she s
                       d. But it is his sweater and he noticed.
But it is only a sweater and really no one will notice.
It isn't what they look for.

— The End —