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between black and white
there is more grey than we’d like to acknowledge
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and the answers sting in braille staccato silence.
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Hopeless romantic in philharmonic semi-tone
splatters chaos in sporadic symmetry
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“Cosmopolitan looks and music
to match it,” she said
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A drunk parade for those who burn out
like shooting stars that never find their way home.
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Here's to the nights when you lasted / without letting your emotions buckle / underneath juvenile inferiority / without letting your belt buckle come undone / in face of the temptation that courts guilt. / And
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I am painfully plain. / No intense jewelry / or sequin wonder. / Minimal crinoline, / and the same black heels. / The most / I’ve ever spen
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like craft paper perforations and wind mills I sputter...for the innocence of adolescence.
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An iron mask for freedom of expression and hand cuffs for the radicals. It’s idealism over reality
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the voice is not a frozen concentrated juice,
you cannot just add water and stir.
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there’s no way out,
I can’t get out!
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who ever heard of a clown who could not bring its’ audience to laugh?
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All I ask is that you stop reaching down my throat
to probe around for answers
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There’s a panic that’s found in stepping away from normality.
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If I were to leave here tomorrow, would you still remember me?
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You think you can settle everything with this audition.
And you still believe you’re supposed to win.
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Yawning faces and the busy clangor of morning.
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They’re a black and white cookie together
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My favorite blueberry pie is in the oven,
and waiting for the buzzer to ring is unbearable.
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Here I go into fearless submission.
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I’m waiting for this evanescent feeling of loneliness to perish.
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There is no room for mistakes-
Perfection is not a goal, but a requirement.
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I finally got to tell my story;
My musical emotion, my story...
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and the marring scars are the owner
of the lonely girl that’s in the corner...
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Gifted with melodic emotion
sealed behind pursed lips
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even if we fail-
She still loves us band geeks anyways
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will their l a c k of faith nullify God’s faithfulness?
Not at all!!
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Guess who the speaker in this poem is!!
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Poetry is high language written in line and stanza form.
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Soft pink pastels
magnolia scent is in the air.
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So they sit around a table.
Each sharing their stories of their marching bands,
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a rare occurrence but we have our victories.
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