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When I think of what to say I hope the words come to me, and stay with me for the day. For my heart will start to sway, when I think of being free, with the words I cannot say. My tears are here to betray, As a simple sign, the key, that
I imagine in the future, a not so distant one, a toddler on my hip, sucking his thumb, whispering in my ear, ‘Mommy Mommy” What is it, baby? “What is that?” What is what, baby? He points to the screen. My computer, baby. “No silly mommy” “What’s on the computer?” You mean those words, baby?
I got up today even though it was hard I managed it … I went to my class I did not want that either but I still did … It’s simple for you, to do all of these things but not for myself.
A death trap for frogs to leap into their barrels A pit so sweet so colorful and bright but utilized as a weapon to devour to indulge a craving a taste for the living to save itself from death. We are like the pitcher plant. We take the hearts of many, we let them fall
Dad, Dad, coming home! I won’t be alone! Dad, Dad, coming home! He will bring a bone! Thump, thump goes my tail! Wagging on the floor! Thump, thump goes my tail! He’ll walk through the door! Spin, spin all around! Whining for the key! Spin, spin all around! He’s coming for me! Click, Click Dad
Pop, A child falls down Pop, There’s no turning back around. Pop, The game has become too real, Pop, We don’t know how to feel. Pop, The cops are waiting outside, Pop, There’s no place now to hide. Pop, A mom jumps over the gate, Pop, But, oops, mom is too late.
“Sometimes we long for simplicity” Words spoken by my professor. I want to write a simple poem, a meaningless poem, but how do I do that when I overthink everything? Oh well.
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I found you lying on the pavement at midnight, I raced out of my car hoping you were still alright. Poor sweet little Beth. For two hours you laid there, run over in cold blood, Still so young like a flower to bloom, a little bud. Poor sweet little Beth. Abandoned, forsaken, without a home
Sy Redemption 