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TeacherI didn't chew on those old, yellow, wooden pencils
10 years 4 months ago
We are told to shoot for the stars
But never higher
We are taught creativeness
10 years 4 months ago
My intrinsic drive pushes me to run,
But how can I without the direction?
The hills and the bumps make the road fun.
10 years 4 months ago
We walk through the halls
Screaming in our silence
We are terminal
But seem fine
10 years 4 months ago
Your lecture was composed years ago
We all have a case of ridiculed flow
But something is quite different
10 years 4 months ago
My best friend is my radiator.
It talks to me on cold days
When it's working so hard to heat our little apartment.
10 years 4 months ago
I am a widow of your eyes,
because no longer
will they look upon me
in affection.
10 years 4 months ago