Get up,
go out,
waiting....
OH! The bus!
Roads and walkways,
pavement all the same.
Hugs and Hellos,
Class, talking with my love,
work done and goodbyes,
no sleep.... sometimes not till twilight.
repeat.
Today I'm...
no I'm not,
today I'm me,
yesterday....
yesterday, I can't remember...
Wake up,
mirror time!
bus,
class, making sure she's up,
tomorrow is a slumber away.
Harder,
Slower,
Easier,
Faster,
Time is passing in mood swings.
Never does the grind end,
seek the ones to set free
all the autonomous comings and
going, working and knowings,
only do
these dailies end
when the weekend is
like a sucker punch
of excitement and boredom,
when my weekend is chalked up to expectations,
when I see them,
when I,
when I see her,
my grind ends
in contentment and
slumber.
Freedom.
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1. Memories, For, When I Am. (Being edited 2024)
PoesíaHi we're the Valkyrie System. These are a compilation of events, thoughts, thank yous, and emotions from early life and high school career. Everything is told through poems, unless its letters to someone I used to love. You can believe me, stand wit...
