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April's Fool (Haiku)She said she loves me / I said why then remembered / Its April Fool's Day

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To HopeFind me before I am forever lost; / This madness tastes too sweet. / Give direction to these stumbling feet;

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Guess that placeThe palace I will never enter again holds a near dear place in my soul. I will never lay foot finger or breath in that place but I can't say the same for it. See you can take a person put of jail but you can't jail out of this person. See that place was my jail. We moved on up to the east side after what felt like a lifetime sentence is now nothing but a glitch in a computer base full of excellency. Even though it was so long ago I still feel this place in his breath, in his movements. He talk like he's a new man but this place is engraved in him like writing on a trophy. The memories in that place is engraved in me on his weapons of mass destruction. I would of taken any time out or jail sentences then to fight another war, I have learned from Vietnam that I don't want to mess your kind. I feel 4 by 4 when the Fire rains 6 by 6, acid water floods takes up the whole 12 foot floor i'm jumping on anything that's near he went immortal on me when he gaining 2nd wind. Im running to stay alive, in this catastrophe you caused when you tried to put fear in a growing man, are you trying play god? you're just determined to do anything when we're both in that room I wish that same determination you showed on the battle field reflected your efforts outside of it cause if so I wouldn't be here writing this.

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Maddie's MortificationThe hazy world sharpened / when myopic Maddie / got a new pair of glasses

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Crème BrûléeSilky vanilla custard / (fluffier than clouds) / sweetened ever so slightly,

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Keep Me CompanyFeed me a story – / I feel hollow / listening to the wind

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BulliedHonestly tell me what did you see because in your own words you said we were all playing this one big game, but I don't remember plugging up my remote and saying I was in. I do remember saying when is this going to end, I do remember the battle scars and the suicide attempts. I seem to remember alot about things that happened half a decade ago like it was yesterday but i don't seem to remember me ever saying hey, make me the big pun to all of your heart attacks, make me the tupac target to all the bullets you shoot. School has been looking like a warzone, my so called friends the comrades, but when the atomic bully bomb dropped they all was gone. Some said the oppressors had too much effort, we're lacking men, but what I want to know is when did Thompson middle school ever turn into nuketown, when did going to school ever felt like playing survival mode on Zombies. I'm the only survivor but I'm not looking for a cure, nor a problem just a way out. see i never asked for any of that but i guess everyone can read minds and say whats on mine. So i'm sorry to anyone who I may concern I expected you to already have known, because I'm so used to being in a world full of Xaviers but even there i'm not accepted or normal.

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PressureDear Pressure, / I want to blame for you all the times when I want to write but my pencil never works. I want to blame you for the times when I stumble over my words when I'm trying to talk to a female but won't shut up as soon as I'm friend zoned. I want to blame you every time I stand out in a crowd then hide. I want to blame you when you make her cry. who is you, and why me. My remote must not be working because i can't seem to skip pass the scene where you're chasing me like a never ending nightmare back in middle school. see you live inside of me and others, like a parasite. you peak your head when we have a chance to matter Then, drive us insane and at the end of the scene some of us are injured beyond repair. You can't be created nor destroyed like matter we just have to live with you. So no matter how much medicine we take to try to suppress you, or ignore fact that you're there, we all know that your just one cancer that's can never be surgically removed.

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Retreati only wanted to be quiet for a bit / my words had become empty of meaning / by embracing silence i thought i could

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Possibility HaikuPossibility / Has no boundaries so can't / Is not an answer

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Death terocardHow come I have death watching me like a overprotective mother. Gracing everything I do with its presence. Your essence is so sweet you make some fall asleep forever voluntarily. I remember a time when I always looking for your call back but instead of sending me to voicemail you sent me to your receptionist. I never meant to have a conversation with her I just wanted you to do your job. After playing hid and seek with you for over a week now I no longer leave messages asking you to take my life away nor look forward to you picking up the phone like calls to dead beat dads. I just look forward to leading her clues to the next dates. I just look forward to the leaving the calls at 7:50 and saying pick you up at 8's. After a month of living life, living with her, I can honestly say life is good until you got jealous like ex's who never got over their past. Death, were you my ex because the things I said in the past were just that, the past. You can check your call log I stopped being forwarded to you a long time ago. Death, can you call me back I'm scared of what you will do next. Death, why isn't she at your front desk anymore. Death I smelled you on her breath like beer last night. Death please do not do your job now. Death why do you always sneak up on me when I least expect it. I guess that's what I get with playing with death cause at the end he always.

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Ultraviolet BlissSoftly, the music makes me weep, and I / sink into the storm. You are breathtaking. / My life before you was a dream, a lie.

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ContrarySome girl I never knew / knew an art that wasn’t kung fu. / She did not whistle well

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The Passing HoursThe sounds of morning / roused me from a deep slumber. / The clouds grew tumid.

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Clothes my curiosityDo you get as heartbroken as I do when ever you look in your closet. Do you feel like theirs a piece of me with you whenever you wear my clothes as I do. Do you find yourself arguing with the shirts coming up with great comeback then forgetting they weren't me as I do. On the days when life feels like world war z, do you wear my bomb shelter like clothing to protect yourself from the bombs away that the kids today fire away heading your way. when the battle is over it stays the same embrace like my hugs it comes with no loosen up setting like me, Is that why you take it off because it stays true to its ways and you. Do you get jealous when you see your property being walked upon by the enemy, the neutrals, and the people inbetween basically everyone but the ally. Do you find yourself breaking down in conversations whenever you talk about certain clothes that don't together. Do I pop in your head when you break down? All these questions aren't really meant for you but I'm happy that you would at least entertain them like the designs on the shirts I once had like you.

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Outgrowing Apathy (Feelings – Better Too Many Than None At All)Feelings, / those insidious little things. / They niggle, make you squirm,

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MotormouthDoes this ever happen to you? / You get into a messy, ugly fight, / but you lose steam about half way through

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EntwinedBlue bird, / every time I set you free / unfailingly, you fly back to me.

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Before the Kiss“Okay,” said she, / “If you promise you will / always, always let me be free,

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On Lazy AfternoonsI don’t want to talk; / I just want someone around, / doing whatever we want.

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TrainwreckMine, mine, mine – / the pain is mine, / I can bear it.

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When You Open UpYour pain is not a gift. / Don’t be burdened / if they don’t rejoice to receive it.

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Day 2: poem about a poem.Some summers, / My poem is a makeshift home, / It’s cheap tarpaulin hanging by two sticks,

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Synthetic HappinessPuppy videos on Instagram, / snarky relatable memes, / pretty pictures pinned to my board,

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