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(A 'thought piece' I wrote in high school)

Ok, I'm not paid to think (like the TV shouting heads), I have no real voice (vote), and certainly no credentials - but I'm as invested in America as any high-school citizen can be. I've pledged allegiance 3000 times (hhmm.. do they doubt our loyalty?) and when it comes to loving America, I'd have to say my classmates and I are at the center of the spell.

I'm afraid we're growing up in the age of hate.. the age of phony outrage where each position large or small is high noon and violence is underfoot even when policing ordinary citizens.

We won't address the multitude of old problems in this new age.. we'll just unleash a marquetry of half truths to dispute the proven until unreasoned arguments reach their paranoid fullness.

The real world is alarming enough - lets just push that away and ignore it - while we're at it lets **** shame the poor, the old, the sick, the unemployed, the hungry and the hand of mercy.

I realize America was never one moral atom bonded for better.. but those anvils that forged us appear neglected or forsaken. I'm afraid what's happening now, what we're seeing and hearing now, is a symphony of erosion - that by the time I have any say at all, the middle class will be gone - america turned slum - where even the voice of despair will be turned traitor.

We'll only be able to see our greatness in museum souvenir shops where nothing is affordable and everything is made elsewhere.
This was one of the short essays for my Yale application. I post it now as an election classic 🙃
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I love, you -
hate.
I break, you -
take.


I -


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                                    h                  t                   e                                   


It doesn't matter
(I don't matter)


It was always -
your mistake.

(I am not a mistake)

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short,
never sweet.
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(this looks better on pc)
Is there a tech God?
Do I give a heck, god?
I do not.
And I reply,
That the gods are not with me.
Therefore,
I choose my own.

Amen
Last night,
I hugged my favourite book as I went to sleep.
"What an odd thing to do"
my mind said,
But I've never felt so close to myself,
as I did,
that late night.

"The fountainhead" the cover read
as it lay right next to me, on my bed.
maybe im just being dramatic but i felt so nostalgic and so good
Hello. Fair greetings, everyone.
I hope your day has been bright as the sun.

I am in need of a penny for your thoughts
All words and opinions good enough.

I have always wanted to send something I wrote
for publication
or in a competition.

I have finally plucked the courage
To open my eyes and step on the stage.
I will finally send something in,
But would you please read a few of my poems
To help me select, which one to send
and where to begin?
I could really use some feedback, thank you!!
Come watch me play
The little girl would say
But they would never take the time
Now she’s grown and she’s all mine

I turned her like a ******
I bathe her when she’s funky
She’s ***** sweet and greasy
She tastes a little ******

I can not lie about
The pleasure I receive
Pulling your leg
With this tongue in my cheek...
Traveler 🧳 Tim
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