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2/18
CAVEDWELLERS.
Me and Sara
Were so excited
About the
Moving floors
And the
Escalators.
We rode them
As many times
As mom would let us.
And my dad
Told us
Not to act like
We were from
The woods.
It was
One of those times
When I
Couldn't
Suspect
Anything.
2/20
HIVES.
My hand moves
Up to brush
Hair out of
My face.
And on my
Forhead, there
Were a dozen
red, itchy
Bumps!
I didn't know
You weren't
Supposed to
Suck on the
Mint herb
You get in your
Gelato.
12 MILES TO THE GOLDEN GATE.
From Fisherman's Wharf.
And when we
Explained our
Journey
To some
British people
In the lobby
The declared
My mother
Was
Abusive.
SARA & MUM.
When I'm with them
Suddenly
Everything
I say is stupid.
When I'm with them
Anything
I say doesn't
Matter.
They make fun of
Everything.
It's like I
Don't belong.
When I'm with them
Sometimes I wish
I could just
Fly away.
I try to
Hold back
The tears
As usual.
When I'm with them
Sometimes I wish
I could just fall asleep
Forever...
---No more poems were written throughout the rest of the trip. I am sorry for the inconvinience this may have caused you.---
CALIFORNIA.
Half the time
I lied about my
Tears
Saying that
It was my
Contacts
Burning into
My eyes.
And the thing is,
They
Bought
It.
It could have been better.
CAVEDWELLERS.
Me and Sara
Were so excited
About the
Moving floors
And the
Escalators.
We rode them
As many times
As mom would let us.
And my dad
Told us
Not to act like
We were from
The woods.
It was
One of those times
When I
Couldn't
Suspect
Anything.
2/20
HIVES.
My hand moves
Up to brush
Hair out of
My face.
And on my
Forhead, there
Were a dozen
red, itchy
Bumps!
I didn't know
You weren't
Supposed to
Suck on the
Mint herb
You get in your
Gelato.
12 MILES TO THE GOLDEN GATE.
From Fisherman's Wharf.
And when we
Explained our
Journey
To some
British people
In the lobby
The declared
My mother
Was
Abusive.
SARA & MUM.
When I'm with them
Suddenly
Everything
I say is stupid.
When I'm with them
Anything
I say doesn't
Matter.
They make fun of
Everything.
It's like I
Don't belong.
When I'm with them
Sometimes I wish
I could just
Fly away.
I try to
Hold back
The tears
As usual.
When I'm with them
Sometimes I wish
I could just fall asleep
Forever...
---No more poems were written throughout the rest of the trip. I am sorry for the inconvinience this may have caused you.---
CALIFORNIA.
Half the time
I lied about my
Tears
Saying that
It was my
Contacts
Burning into
My eyes.
And the thing is,
They
Bought
It.
It could have been better.