observations
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Golden sunlight beams down on
The grass, turning it emerald.
Leaves fall gently down,
Making their slow descent to the damp ground
Autumn is coming-
No, wait; it's already here.
This morning I sat in the back seat of a dying car, music softly bleeding through broken speakers, and I watched the world wake up.
In the delta I wait
The tide of people ebbs and flows around me
The cacophony of the mundane
Like a coven in the fall
Passing through on its way to…
Love is like a poorly made bridge.
It's not able to bear much weight,
It collapses under pressure,
And sometimes it's just really scary to face.
Words drift off the tongue like rain into a sea of screaming voices.
Meaning smothered, lost in the hollow susurrus.
We all plead for our own personal preservation.
Through the shallow waters of our voice.
I still dont know what it was when I fiirst saw you
You were different from the other guys I seen before
I was wondering where you been all my life
I see 22 guys wearing baseball caps. I see 3 girls wearing baseball caps.
Is it wrong
that i want to observe
everything you do?
just simply watch you,
and breath in every quirk
and restlessness of your being
sometimes you absent mindedly jitter your leg
I hope one day to be as proud as a bluejay. Standing tall and fierce, hopping about to get what I want, sure that nothing will get in my way.
That warm smellFresh coffee from the brewer to my rightCoffee made the cold air thickerRounded out the nick that came with each inhaleI turned the page in my book
My mother is the queen,
For control is all that matters.
My father is the king,
The foreseer of decisions.
Mother fends for her bishops,
But they cannot save her children.
Our World... Rapacity!
Where Men usurp the youth.
Men who manifest greed, lust, power
Illimiuniting Freud's Id through actions
Alas! The youth replicate their Teachers.
Cloned as the Men
lately my grandmother has been practicing her english with the phrase:
no one should have to die with pain and suffering
the pencil marks bow through the pages so earnestly
I use poetry to bring fort important discussions,
I don't believe in limiting topics because I'm young,
But for starters, I've lost friends,
They're legal and I'm just a teen,
Life seems frugal with a hint of mean,
My naivete has led me astray from the real world.
This wonderland in which my mind obtains is nothing more than a fallacy
The eyes of wisdom have opened and realized this newfound knowledge is really my reality
The kindness in the smile of a little girl.
Fearless and free...the world not yet clawing away her freedom to love,
sees through eyes as clear as the sea with an embrace as warm as the sun.
It’s amazing how unobservant
Most people are.
Drifting, faces and handshakes
Do they notice he remains still?
Silent within and nearly un-phased
You’re just a slip in his routine
triangles, trapezoids, and cones
none of these can distract me from the persistence of my own thoughts.
bunny rabbits, sprinkles, and rainbows
these are what girls my age should be thinking about
