outcries of a teenaged loser

Fall - Sophomore

I'm facing your back
Still holding a thin jacket
Slipped through the fence crack
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As I count the lines
The ceiling tiles in your room
Shadow all of you
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You are the sunlight
And I am only a speck in the dark
The dark you will never even see
But maybe part of me will be left for you to reflect on as the moon sets
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A true death:

I like the way the earth falls on my eyes
In mud and brick and darkened light
A weary repetition
Rests on my shoulders every day
With hands in dirt
And face with cakes
And no reason to stay
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A sprinter:

Start and repeat
Finish in last
200 is a long shot
Only for the fast
Quickening my heartbeat
Slowing up my pace
I'll never see the trophies
Because I couldn't place
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Stupid posters
Keep plaster
From dripping on my face
Bright colors liquidizing what's left of me
There is no creativity
Left in my arguments
So I'll have to agree
If only cause I'm spent