poetry
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You call yourself lucky, But you’ve been lucky before. It isn’t until you’ve been sucked dry Do you realize Luck never lasts. Did you even notice your aversion To sunlight? And your increased intake of Blood Red Wine? You can’t ignore the insuppressible chills Cascading down your spine. Reminding you of that Last mistake, And…
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Pantoum: best described as a poem with a pattern of repeated lines from beginning to end (and best written with wine).
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Why does it feel like summer is already over? I remember when they felt endless never-ending infinite. I’d waste away hot, sticky, sunny days lazing away in our cold, damp basement – watching music videos on MTV until the moon lit up the sky. It seemed those days would never end in my forever summer.…
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I admit that I used to be an extremely jealous, distrusting, and insecure person – but who hasn’t been? I’m extremely happy and comfortable with who I am these days, but I can never forget how I used to feel. Perhaps that’s why I’m better at managing it, because man, it sucked hard.
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After years of broken relationships, Why’s it still a struggle to learn from them? To step back and examine the hardships Is on track to see where the issues stem. Although I can safely trace it all back And tell myself, “Here. Here is where it fell”, All my memories fade out and go black…
Simply Kayla 