WAKINGUP...
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I couldn't sleep again
only remembering thoughts
scattered like puzzle pieces
of back when
I was told in school
making friends comes second
happiness comes third...
MEANWHILE ATSCHOOL...
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in poetry class
we were shown
how words can make hearts melt like snow
and that we each have the power
to thaw out the cold
from anybody with a kindle in their soul
AFTER SCHOOL...
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in a parking lot
alone in my 98 Camry
I didn't just **** the engine
I snapped the cars personified neck
with the flick of my shaking hand
I hold a pen
a beautiful pen
from the girl who sat behind me in
poetry
from the glovebox
I hold a gun
a powerful fierce magnum
that spits fire across my temple
helping me get some sleep I've been dreaming
of...
I never learned how to use imagery in poetry class...
