11/6/2024 modern class
4:37pm
Within the lines
Always set to sit in the corner
Draw within the lines, sat down unable to do anything but write
So I'll color stars within the lines breathe life into poems and rigorous waves from paragraphs of there will never be a boat to save me
Then I must swim myself
Instead of drown I must command the waves instead of capsizing.
I'll shoot the stars in a tumultuous gaze,
like a storm in the night - a twister you can't look away
From my beautiful mess can never subside so I'll create storms and lives and paragraphs as I sit to the side
Always stuck
Coloring within the lines
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11:52pm 11/10:2024
Dream
Dream
That's what we called it
The mystical
Fictional team of college
Kids
Trying to stop a war.
Disciplined
Resilient
Extreme
Athletic
Misfits
But idk who or what we'd fight for.
Out on the quad playing football on a hill
Laughing about my lost wallet and bananas that could kill
Crawling through the bars with their scary yellow hoods
Pretending we were spies saving our neighborhoods
Dream.
And that's what it was
3 hours on the quad
3 friends making a squad
Odd
That everything peaceful
When both had gotten with the spy who never turned out evil
Pass the ball around, cast the shadows as the sun goes down
Still the moment persists
And I miss it
Laying on the grass under an orange sky
The banana men are tripping over giggles and cries
And we have to wonder if it's all just a lie
The meanings of life and the clouds rushing by
My my
And as I write this song
My identity returned to me
The next moments have come to be
Pressed play but I miss the pause
When we were laughing college students
Playing football on the quad
YOU ARE READING
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PoesiaJunior year of College! How did we get here? How will it go? Life's so confusing right now!
