Poems from candlelight14

He reads his words. I listen to them, Ponder them, Then give feedback. We discuss his artwork, How he expresses himself, And I try to tell...
There is a wall in my psychology class It has a tackboard covered in masks Above it are the words "What makes you who you are?" I often...
Each day, I walk around Looking up and looking down Up at the sunset, with it's vivid colors Down at the cement, With gum and painted...
Many look at math Like it's A chore Unneccessary Even torture They look at numbers And only expect Headaches   But I see Something more An...
I look down at what they have given me. Copied in black and white, A poem lies innocently. I flip the paper to look... And just what I...

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