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Best Poems Written by Emily Hinchman

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Testing Environment

Such a loud silence
Occasion anxious tapping
Of a pencil or less often a foot
Shifting uncomfortably while squeaking in their desks,
in that too small of a space
barely able to contain your racing, rowdy reflection
Mere avoidance of the task at hand
A hem of the heater, adding to the white noise
A focus, to keep me from myself,
from the melting clock
praying that this point could pause
the sounds never enough
the din being either deathly and deafening
or so subtle my skull is scrounging for sound
Time feels rapid, every second
becoming a minute
My sweaty palms can not keep up with the equations
slowing down to scrawls before supposition
Heavy breathing, quick short breaths,
calmness not nearing even with all of
my efforts, faltering I become more riled
I can't relax which makes it harder to relax ugh-
a never ending cycle approaching frustrated tears
 Even, when I wrap up and turn in my efforts
the anxiety will still burden me.
-Left wondering if the negatives
will balance out my GPA-
A sensation I've come to see almost
soothing in seemingly exponential time
Allowing me to believe that even with this
feeling of insanity 
I am still an integer
a single in a statistic of a surplus
A whole number,though, seemingly always there
(hey this is really not what I expected from my draft but oh well)

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Fightful Nights

Why can't the sun shine
just a bit longer
The rays gleaming
with warmth and life.
Fending off the souls
of the night.
A protection seemingly
always unappreciated
Many love the life under the moon;
endless intoxicating laughs-consuming the witching hours
TV marathons upon enticing book reads, or even merely surfing
The sun in their belief
Fueled by passion
Brings the most cherished relief from the mundane
A long shine, dimming their spirits
Are greeted by their perception,
of the serenity of the night.
 
All such outlook is a blatant inaccuracy.
The sol basks the best luck
Witnesses only the forced smiles and the routine of light
As night settles, the makeup is erased 
The agony is awakened, solo at last
one has the space to feel, 
 what is necessary to be acknowledged
flooding faces, rain that doesn't pound the cement
rather delicate faces of those who wish upon 
a star to be oneself by and by;
no longer a face even they can't recognize
Luna can never keep up, with her demands
to soothe those sullen with her invisible hands
 The sun thus lives it up while Luna is a panic
Not knowing what happened to our beauty of a planet
Shadows the chaotic life lived by Luna.
Clouding the sky
all the insecurity out 
blemishing the star stricken sky
the saddest of nights
always accompany
starless skies
Those are the nights Luna vanishes in fret
No worry, for our mother Luna always comes back.
 Luna needs to vacation just like you and I
her worry for us makes her want to die.
How unfortunate, a cycle of never ending misery,
Luna and I, we're all the same

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Saying Grace

On Thanksgiving we praise,
how wild an occasion
we say thanks for our wealth
as well as our health
although it seems there is an underlying
correlation
Those healthier,
in terms normally seem to be wealthier
To say our thanks and give grace
One seems almost to need a decent income
to say the least
How sad is that for our healthcare needs 
One needs to pull a card, 
to lessen their worry

So this Thanksgiving, 
I really am glad for insurance,
without it I might be down under in debt,
or possibly in death.
Oh happy Thanksgiving to you
Have a good day and say grace
For those less fortunate than you

(I intended this to be happy and cheerful but hey sometimes for happiness we need to see sadness?)

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Roots

Why does it scare you 
to hold my hand?
Not for some type of underlying
love
But instead to keep me grounded
Securely for survival

"This isn't love" 
the wind shakes me so wildly 
Resting my hand in yours
Allowing me to catch my breath

I am but a tiny sapling;
that does not make me weak
Rather, to raise my stability
You have an obligation to help me stand
Among all the others 

Just allow me to entwine my
fingers with yours 
Please, I do not want to topple
over and die
I need my roots

This is all, for my need to survive

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Act of Fear

Sometimes I wonder what's ahead
A life booming with success
Or one composed of dread
Maybe I'll be famous
And impress simply by being bodacious

Life is full of wonder and fear
So much so, sometimes I wish I could click my heels
and disappear.

I always act rad
even when I am a source of all sad
You might say it's an act
Maybe you'd think I'm fake
But that is nowhere near fact.


(This is kinda weird but it sort of rhymes so...)

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Sparse Time

miniscule buds popping up
yet they never make a whisper
ants trotting in a line
rarely seen through my eyes
air flowing past my lips
all without 
a single acknowledgement through the process
countless lives wandering the universe
functioning all around
so much to be seen 
with sparse time
and not enough senses
to experience all
 in a single lifetime