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will Jun 2019
Two tables down
elbow on table
hand cups your face

Your hair a golden crown
your head in some fable
my heart starts to race

When I see your lil' frown
with that small furrow I am unable
to compare to your simple grace
just something I found in old journal, it says I wrote it during SBAC testing. I must have had such a stupid crush on whomever this is about. Weird to look back on these things.
will Jun 2019
The gods are dead
and their dreams
sleep within us

Breathing inspiration
into our souls
from a forgotten memory
will Jun 2019
Your my favorite person
you always make me smile
I'm happy to know you

in every way
good or bad
no matter what

Life can be crazy
and we fall out of touch
but a text and we connect

silly jokes
stupid pictures
midnight talks

Sometimes I don't understand
and you know it well
through the days and night

when I'm anxious
when I don't talk
you're there for me

Lieblingsmensch, you're my favorite person.
For my friend, a student of language.
Loosely based off the song by Namika.
will Jun 2019
Summer time
lazy days
sleeping in
season change

School is out
it's vacation time
it's also time
for desperate measures

Summer dazes that push
you down into bed
where you cannot leave
broken from seasonal sadness
Sorry for not posting of late, summertime is always really hard.
will May 2019
When we think about the future
we are weighed down
by problems not our own
with a need for solutions
and hopeless debt

Our generation is left with
more loans and less degrees
specialized jobs and old issues
hateful ideas and new love

When we think about the future
we can see a new age
filled with technology
and so many bright dreams
crushed by this flat world

Our generation is left with
heads bowed to a screen
for hateful comments we see
and kids afraid of what
they really want to be
will May 2019
In this day in age
we blame the generation
that comes after
for the problems
we created for them

We start devastating wars
and pollute the world
and then leave it
for the kids we have
to solve our problems

What gives us the right
to leave problems and blame
on those that come after?
Inspired by the song by Aviva.
will May 2019
when my lungs expand
it feels toxic and choking
like every panicked breath
is another gallon of water
weighing me down under
Based off another poem of mine titled "Deep Breaths".
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