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Nov 2021 · 488
Little Car
MuseumofMax Nov 2021
I saw a little car today
zooming past my window

It was so small
yet it moved so quickly; unafraid

a bigger car approached it
swerving just before the crash

but there it stood resilient
waiting for its turn to go

and all I could think was:
how do I be more like that?
Sep 2020 · 51
Morning
MuseumofMax Sep 2020
A little beauty goes a long way
Especially in the beginning of a new day

I stretch and climb right out of bed
Only to find a mess upon my head

I turn to find your greeting
Your eyes meet mine and a thought occurs
If only fleeting..

The birds begin to sing
As the sun peeks through our window

“Let’s go back to bed” I say.
You stay underneath the covers and respond, “Okay.”
Sep 2020 · 153
Escape?
MuseumofMax Sep 2020
Can I escape ?

The guard laughs

I swallow hard,
a shiver travels all the way up my spine

Can I bear this weight forever ?
Or will I inevitably face my own doom?

I did not choose the bars from which I lie behind,
and yet now I sit staring at them.

They stare back at me and I am finally able to see;

I will not escape.
For my very prison,

is me.
Mar 2020 · 63
Untitled
MuseumofMax Mar 2020
She was so young
And then she was not
He left with no shame
And she was named a *****
Apr 2018 · 160
Longing
MuseumofMax Apr 2018
Here
I
Lie
But
My heart thus
Lay
Elsewhere
Mar 2018 · 180
Ellie
MuseumofMax Mar 2018
a little cat
sprawled out on the windowsill
gray splotches scatter her coat
a kiss of gold brushes her nose

a soft purr
grumbles

stretching her whole body she yawns, flashing her wicked grin

there her dusty green eyes flicker
as they draw to a close
A tribute to my own
Mar 2018 · 175
Content
MuseumofMax Mar 2018
Green grass probes my feet, wrinkling my    
nose
A blue sky lets my eyelids grow heavy      
  longing for rest
Cars swish by
Dusty wheels turn on and on
Old roads never end
Mar 2018 · 172
Stars
MuseumofMax Mar 2018
Everything is so big
But I am so small
All
                                         The
          Stars
                      In
   The
                         Sky
They shine down on me
I can’t help but wonder when I might shine back at them.
Mar 2018 · 133
Watching
MuseumofMax Mar 2018
A little girl no longer so young
She weeps because she is older
Forced off a cliff she hadn’t seen
Flailing,
      screeching,
                   grasping,
for a sturdy point to take hold
But alas not one remains
She falls
They watch
She dies.


By: Sophia Coe

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