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I always win.
No matter the game,
no matter the argument,
no matter the situation;
I always win.
No matter how hard you avoid
nor how badly you plea
the decision is up to me.
Pastel masks of perfection
designed to improve
our disturbing reflection.
Made too thick to look past,
it's such a necessity for some
the marks will last.
It morphs into our skin,
Soft as a brush
Bright as the colors
is my one and only lover.
Lips rolld back
with each stroke.
Gentle and smooth
in every word she spoke.
Her face fare
To dam water that flows
to a withering rose
is a sin.
To release a flood
to a drenched shrub
is a sin.
For both will die
whether wet or dry.
Though the mystery
I feel like a Dinosaur.
While all of you are busy trying to decide whether you're
happy, mad, sad,
or just in love,
I am busy being a Dinosaur.
Specifically, a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
What do I find awesome?
Education and the fact that it helps me blossom
Everything from reading to color coding notes
Reading lets me discover new worlds and teaches me cool new words
You are you, and that is awesome.
You show up late to first hour every day.
You have no pencil or paper.
The birds chirping by the river.
The orange fish swimming in the pond.
The endless laughs shared by my friends.
The sugary treats at Roma.
Dressing up the Lugnuts statues.
You know what's awesome to me? School.
You know what's even more awesome to me? High school.
The first great thing about high school is timing.
I get to get up every morning at 6 a.m., 5 if I'm lucky.
Cheese and crackers
Cheese with ham
it would be awesome if I won this grand!
50 likes is all I need
Give me fifty likes.
Oh please, please, please!
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When I was little girl.
I would often have my eyes closed.
My father thought that I closed them because I was ready for a nap.
My mother thought I had allergies.
My brothers thought I was crazy.
All of the simple wonders and joys of life;
Forget about all the pain and strife.
The smell of delicious baking cookies wafting through the air,
The papers constantly flip from Shakespeare to logarithms
Injecting steroids the books surround, trapping me in a prism
Knees quivering under the weight with no beaks so no rhythm
I can skip stones Earth made
from a dead man's bones,
but I'll never truely understand
the story behind
the nicks
and dents
that've made them so smooth.
But I can honestly say,
I have tots, they're my little dreams.
Tucked into bed with me, each night, between my sheets.
I've never written a poem before.
But yet I find myself here
at 12:38AM on my laptop once more
looking for a solution.
A solution to pay for my tuition,
my books,
my room and board,
So what’s so awesome about life?
So many tragedies and hardships to endure
So many closed doors
So many times you fall and fumble
Days that left you heartbroken and moments that were best to be left unspoken
Chapter 1: My mother meets a man.
She thinks she loves him, but she doesn’t know what love is.
A one night stand with a perfect stranger is not love.
Deciding whether to abort your baby
To the mother who spends 365 days a year, 24 hours a day, 60 minutes a hour..loving me . This poem is for you.
Change is awesome. And I’m not talking about the unexpected little bonus found in an old pants pocket or a dusty jar, I’m talking about the world, far and wide and endless to a pair of new eyes.
Like a speck of dust,
like a tick on a dog’s belly,
I go unnoticed—the price
I pay as a small girl
in a big world. I’ve been
tossed aside and told,
“You’re too small, too weak,
