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10/30/2024
It doesn't feel like fall
And it's almost Halloween
I feel the north wind
But it doesn't hit me
Where is the deeper cut that blows through my core
I'm looking for those scents of candles and amber lighting of old yore
Melted candy apples
And a warm fire place
But it doesn't smell like sandalwood
There is no sweet taste
Sticking to the summer
Even though it's almost Halloween
The crunchy leaves aren't crunching
And its unsatisfying
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11/1/2024
It's like summer doesn't know where to end and fall doesn't know where to begin
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11/2/2024 3:39pm
Patient
I'll be patient
But it's hard to be patient
When the paintings are all blurry and the people missing faces
I can't take it
But I've got to try
I'm burning for a love but every one isn't mine
Time
Clicks
Guns
Cocked surrounded by an ambush of imposters and glocks
I'm at a stale mate
And if I move I'm shot
So it's hard to be patient when all the doors appear locked
I guess the king is moved last
ridding them of their pawns
barely moved across the
board while they impede bearing arms
As I wipe away the bishop
Push aside the false alarms
Fake knights
Sword fights
Out of site
Out of spite
Just might
look to the future
But all that I see
is empty spaces
Dusted bases
And a reflection of me
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Junior Jump scares
PoetryJunior year of College! How did we get here? How will it go? Life's so confusing right now!
