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Naivety

The world will rip You apart, It will bruise and break your heart, Build you up To tear you down Kick you when You’re on the ground So don’t be naive. Don’t be a fool. Life is mean, And the world is cruel.

#relatable poetry

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The Tune of Life

The song paused And skipped with my heart, It slowed and it quickened But didn’t restart, It played over and over But the tune was the same, And then it was gone As quick as it came.

I was left without a song Not even a melody to sing, And a life with no song Is a very depressing thing, If you have no tune And no note to give, Then end your life now You have no reason left to live.

#my poems

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A Breath of Fresh Air

When the moon and the sun overlap, And the sea and the land have crossing paths, When the world itself is wary of space, My lungs fill with air

#poems for the daring

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7:30 on a Tuesday

As I searched the floor on my hands and knees I developed a subtle ache in my back. Maybe Lauren has a hair tie I can borrow, I thought as I stood up and abandoned my quest for the lost hair tie. I walked over to Lauren’s room where Lauren lie asleep on the floor.

“Lauren.” I said shaking her. “Lauren?”

“Whaaaaaat?” Groaned Lauren, shifting on the floor.

“Two things, one shouldn’t you be getting ready for school? Two can I borrow a hair tie?” Lauren stretched and sat up. She looked dazed and was probably wondering how she ended up on the floor. If she wasn’t I definitely was.

“Okay, for the first one uh no because it’s Saturday and for the second one uh… What was the second question?” Lauren patted down her hair as she said this. Is was 7:30 and she was already worried about her hair.

“I need to borrow a hair tie.” I repeated.

“And I need to borrow dad’s car tonight. Doesn’t mean it’s going to happen.” Lauren told me.

“It’s Tuesday.” I said before walking out.

“What?” I heard behind me. I laughed a little. I still needed a darn hair tie. I had soccer that afternoon and couldn’t play without one. I made my way to the kitchen where I found Jamie and Lynn. Jamie was 3 ½ and didn’t start school until next fall. Lynn was our nanny who showed up only when Mom was really busy, so basically everyday.

“Jamie do you have a hair tie?” I asked her. It was a long shot but-

“Uh no.” Jamie replied. “Why?”

“I have soccer practice and coach is gonna kill me if I don’t have my hair up.” I told Jamie. I had hoped that by now Lynn would have intervened and produced a hair tie, but no. Then she would actually be a good nanny.

“Why?” Jamie asked again. Oh I don’t know, I thought, maybe because I have hair all the way down to my butt and some overgrown bangs that will get in my face, screw up my passes and result in us losing the championship game. It’s not like I had just made that up. This was the exact reason coach Wendy had given me the week before.

“Why don’t you just ask one of the other girls on the team?” Lynn asked.

“Um… No one will let me borrow any hair ties because I had lice in third grade.” I told her. She laughed. Yes, she laughed.

“Why don’t you just use the hair tie on your wrist?” Lynn asked me.

“What?” I looked down, “Yeah okay.”

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Sheila's Tragedy

“What happened to your clothes?” Sarah asked. “I don't know, the nurse took them right after I changed into uh…. Whatever this is supposed to be.” Devien answered, looking down at his apron like attire. He smiled then, just to prove he could, even after all he had been through that day. “Are you sure you are okay?” Sarah asked again. “I'm fine. You, really you didn't have to come you know. Marie is on her way back from Ohio with the kids right now.” Devien assured her. “Oh great, I'm so relieved. Well, I'll be on my way while I leave my cousin, and only living relative in this creepy hospital.” Sarah paused, “Alone.” She added. “Finally, thank you for coming to your senses.” Devien said, in a tone relief. Then his smile faded into a wince. “Agh.” “How bad are the burns?” Sarah asked him. Devien shook his head sadly. “Well, she’s pretty toasted. The passenger door is busted too. I'm not sure a paint job is gonna cut it this time.” “What are you talking about?” “Shelia.” “The Mercedes?” Sarah half shouted. “You just spun off the highway into a giant wall and all you're worried about your car?” “She is a classic.” Sarah jumped out of her seat, “What's the matter with you?” “Sarah, really I'm fine.” Devien told her. “No, you are not.” Sarah insisted. Devien hung his head in defeat. “Yeah, you're right. I'm not. But I will be.” The door opened and Dr. Winston walked in. “Well,” said the doctor, “Maybe not.”

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Smelly Mystery

“What is that smell?” Amanda asked herself, hunched over checking the oven. “What is that smell?” She said again. Amanda stood up; it hadn’t been the oven. “Mom!” Called a voice from the loft, “What is 63 divided by 9?” Amanda looked up at the small face peering over the ledge. “I am not doing your math homework for you, Will.” Amanda scolded. “I know, and I am not asking you too.” Will replied hopping down the stairs two at a time until he was facing his mother, “I just wanted to see if you know what 63 divided by 9 is.” “Yes, I’m sure that’s all you wanted.” Amanda returned sarcastically. Will was still for a moment, took a breath and let a disgusted expression slide over his face, “What’s that smell?” “I have no idea.” “Oh. For a minute I thought you were baking cookies.” Laughed Will. Amanda chuckled, shaking her head, “Go finish your math work. Now.” Will let out another giggle before running back to his room, in the loft. Amanda went over to the trash bin and took a look inside. The bag was fresh of course, she had taken it out earlier, but where else could the smell coming from? Amanda swung open the door of the fridge. It was empty except for some orange juice and string cheese. Boy, did she need to go shopping. Well, let me just put that on my to do list, She thought unhappily. Not the oven. Not the trash. Not the fridge. “Will?” Amanda called. “Yeah mom?” He called back. Amanda grimaced. “Did you switch the laundry over like I asked?” “Um…” Amanda rushed to the laundry room, thrust open the door to the washer and… “William Charles Hillinger, get your butt down here now.”

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Lost Life

It was around midnight when I heard a noise at my door. I was exhausted yes, but I still couldn’t sleep, so I had been flipping through channels when I realized the noise was a knock. I stood up thinking maybe I’d accidentally bumped the call button on the wall. I rolled off the bed and slipped on some slippers. I gave myself a quick glance in the mirror to make sure I was some what presentable. I straightened my shirt, and brushed back my hair. Once I was satisfied (enough) I walked over and opened the door. A man wearing jeans and a Motlëy Crew t-shirt stood before me. He might have been mid 60’s but everything from the way he was standing to what he was wearing suggested he still thought he could pass for 30. As soon as I opened the door the man jumped up. “Anna?” He asked me uncertainly. “Anna?” The man repeated. I was startled he knew my name and all I could manage to do was nod. He let out a breath of relief and released the nauseating smell of cigarettes onto my face. Then I became conscious once again that there was a stranger at my door, a stranger that knew my name. “I'm sorry, who are you?” I asked assertively. He frowned. “You mean you don't remember me?” The man murmured. “I can't say I do.” I replied, taking a step back into my room. I heard the man sigh. “Anna, I'm your father.” I felt stomach twist, whether it was the smell of cigarettes or the fact he had the nerve to say something like that. Who ever he was, he was about to get it. “My father is dead.” I assured him, “I don't know you.” I stepped back and began to close the door to my room but his hand stopped me. “It’s been a while.” The man said before letting his eyes drop to the floor. “My father died 40 years ago.” I informed him swiftly before attempting to close the door. He shook his head. I stopped. “38 years,” The man told me, “It's been 38 years. I'm so sorry Anna.” I felt my face grow red with anger. “Who are you, and how did you find me?” I said raising my voice. “I was a different person then, a bad person, but I've changed.” He whispered back and took a step closer. “Get away from me before I call security!” I yelled. “Anna, wait! Please!” He begged. I slammed the door, called security and then I began to cry.

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A Lonely Highway

“Why did she say that?” Alex looked sad and upset but, mostly he looked tired. John sighed, it had been a long day for both of them. “She was confused. Upset.” John didn't know. No one knew. His guess was as good as any. Alex studied his father’s worn expression and looked down at his hands. “I thought Mom loved us.” John turned away then to look out the window at the endless forest of North Carolina. She did once, he thought to himself before shifting his eyes back to the lonely highway. “Dad?” Alex muttered. “Yeah?” John replied before turning on to exit 36. “When will we see Mom again?” Even after all she had said, all the lies she had told, Alex still loved her, but so did John. “I don't know.” He answered truthfully. He couldn't bring himself to think of the future, let alone the past, how could he know? “Let's just focus on us for now, okay?” John told him. “Yeah okay… But one more question, are you worried about her? About Mom?” John shuddered. No, he wasn't worried about her. He was mad at her, furious even. Mad and furious she had ever lost sight of what really mattered, of who really mattered. “No.” John decided to say. Alex had heard enough lies. He didn't need to hear any more. Alex looked up from his hands. “What?” He exclaimed. “She will do what she has to to get her life back in order and right now that doesn't involve us.” And maybe, John thought, it won't ever have to again. The car was silent for a while before Alex spoke again. “Hey Dad?” John ran his hand through his hair. “Yes Alex?” “How much longer to grandma's house?” John could see Alex’s eyes growing heavy. “An hour or so more.” John looked at the clock. 1 am. Crap. He sped up. The sooner the got to his mom’s the sooner they could get some rest.“You can go ahead and close your eyes. By the time you open them we’ll be at grandma’s eating waffles.” John focused his eyes on Alex for a moment and let them sit there. His eyes were growing heavy too. He blinked, it lasted a little longer and felt a little sweeter than he expected. “Dad?” “Hmm?” “Look out!”

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The Koala and the Dingo

I wrote this last year for a school assignment. I was digging through some old files and saw this story and I obviously had to post it. THE KOALA AND THE DINGO Somewhere in Northern Victoria there lingered a hungry dingo. As he scavenged for a meal, he heard the trees above him rustling. The dingo glanced up in a malnourished manner and was pleased to see a young koala dangling in the trees. “Oh, little koala! Please come down and play.” Called the dingo. “If I climb down you will surely eat me.” Answered the koala. “Oh, please! I only long for a friend.” The dingo said convincingly. “No,” replied the koala wisely, “you long for a meal. A stupid dingo like you could never fool me!” “Well, one day you will to come down from your tree, and you will no longer be safe and even a ‘stupid dingo’ like me, could eat you up.” The dingo snarled. “I'm safe in the tree, and as long as I'm safe in it, I will never come down!” Cried the koala boldly. “Whatever you say…” And away the hungry dingo walked. Time passed before the dingo saw the koala again. It was a bright and sunny day and the dingo was in a very bad mood for he was yet again, very hungry. He walked along with his nose against the ground hoping perhaps a meal would be waiting at the other side of the path. “Oh Mr. Dingo!” Said someone. The dingo looked up and again it was the koala. “Oh, little koala why don't you come down from your tree?” “Do you take me for a fool?” Asked the koala, “If I came down I'd surely be eaten.” He sneered then continued,, “Besides I am safe in my tree!” “Well,” the dingo thought, “one day you will come down from that tree and you will no longer be safe. And then I shall eat you up.” But the koala didn't listen and more time passed before they saw each other again. It was a cold and windy day and the dingo, as usual, was very hungry. He looked up into the trees expecting the koala to pop out at him, and sure enough, the koala dangled above him. “Oh koala! Come down and play!” Said the dingo. “Oh no!” Answered the koala, “you are a very foolish dingo to believe I would fall for your trick!” “Oh please? I won't eat you, I only wish for a friend!” Cried the dingo. “Ha!” Laughed the koala, “no one would be friends with a stupid dingo!” “One day, you will come down from your tree and I will eat you.” Said the dingo. But the koala didn't listen. More time passed before they saw each other again, until one stormy day when the dingo was hungry. He walked defeatedly down a the path when the koala said, “oh Mr. Dingo!” But the dingo did not look up, he simply kept walking. “Are you not going to ask if I will come down from my tree?” Wondered the koala. “No.” Answered the dingo, “ I know you will not.” “You're right!” Laughed the koala, “because I'm safe in my tree and you will never get me!” But just then a wind so strong blew, that the koala fell from out of the tree and landed right before the dingo. “Now, I will eat you.” He said, and so he did.

#whenyoufallfromyourtree