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hurtlovebug91 May 2020
Water roaring
going to fast to see in
the deep prussian blue water

only seeing
water flying in the air
in tufts blue they land on the raft

looking for something to grab
to stop us, only one thing to grab
the color of the bush jumps out the rose taupe staring

branch breaking
falling backwards not stopping
landing on the bow of the antique ruby boat
José Jul 2018
Life is going to fast, death is coming quick then I expect.
I’m trying to slow down, my brake ain’t working.
I’m going to crash and I’m not coming out of this alive.
I’m alone in this car ride
There isn’t anyone now to safe me.
Even if I had brakes my life would  spin out of control.
I guess there no coming back after this.
I need a break from life. I don’t wanna grow up to fast.  P.S im new poetry and I know it isn’t the best sorry.
hannah Jun 2014
before you know it
it will be 3 am and your 80 years old
and you cant seem to remember what it is like
to have 20 year old thoughts
or a 10 year old heart.

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