Blending and fusing with
multitudes
of color; it's the brick of
time and future of imagination.
There's Apolo Ohno near
Obama, near the theatre productions.
Some people would rather
cover it up in graffiti
and I won't name who
(Djan Ali)
and some rather
it be torn down and
used for something else.
(The football coach, you know, the one with all the trophies)
But there are a few, the loners,
that want to see this creative
history not go to waste.
"It's going to be torn down,"
the principal says.
"There's no use,"
my friends slump in sorrow.
Well, I won't give up,
even if in the end
I'm protecting empty hope.
Even if there's nothing there in the end.
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
