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Sometimes its hard
for me to express
The feelings I feel
because they feel like a mess
I'm confused myself
and I don't see why
Still I open my mouth
but it was only a sigh
I have no religion
I have no style
I think that I'm happy
But I'm just in denial
I can't find myself,
What's in my soul
I want to be me
I want to be whole.
My soul is a secret
but not by choice
I'm not too articulate
but I still have a voice.
Rhymes are cheap,
but so are words
Maybe if I rhyme
my words will be heard.
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"On a Tuesday Morning"
Clouds hang across the morning
Like old gray sheets, and
Plodding to the car
I kick through leaf clumps
Sodden from three days dripping
Cold November rain.
A faint shout
Echoes over blackened city rooftops and
Nudges a grizzled memory dozing in a corner
Of my mind until
It tumbles out
Yelling,
"Geese!"
My gaze snaps up to
A ragged wedge of
Honking, laughing whistle-wingers
Slicing the air in sharp arcs
South bound--boisterous, brave, strong
(Knowing it too)--
For shallow waters in sunny bays,
Hollering,
"You bet, we're on the way, and
We're gonna make Georgia
In a week, sure!"
My spirit flashes up
Plunging headlong among them, and
I leap,
Punching both fists skyward and
Cry,
"Go for it"
Do it for us all.
You lucky dogs!"
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I am a true and honest boy who cares
I wonder when I am going to die
I hear things in my head
I see the future
I want UMass to win the NCAA Tournament
I am a true and honest boy who cares.
I pretend I'm going to be a pro basketball player
I feel so sad
I touch god
I worry that one day I will get cancer
I cry when a loved one dies
I am a true and honest boy who cares.
I understand that everybody has to die
I say I beleive in god
I dream about my life
I try to do good in school
I hope I go to college
I am a true and honest boy who cares.
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I waved to my Russian friends
From the edge of Kamchatka
And dove into the cold, salty ocean
I swam until I burned
To get away from this place
If its the last thing I ever do
I'll get away from this place
For the guy who wrote that song
I wonder where he went to.
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Its a desert outside
Its too hot and dry
It drains my head
I feel sorta dead
It sucks my life
My life sucks.
Happy no more
The haze has returned
The haze takes revenge
On the things I have learned.
The haze is a blanket
Its dark and hot
It wraps itself around me
And ties a tight knot.
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some poems I wrote, some others wrote