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Heartbreaking Headlines

"U.S Attacked: Hijacked Jets Destroy Twin Towers And Hit Pentagon In Day Of Terror," The New York Times
even if it works like clockwork, it can still break.
shattered worlds petrified passerby, 
People as hungry as bears, for explanations.
What does this mean?
What is next?
Why us?
"Wall Street Crash!" The London Herald
the world plunged out of its tranquil decade
into a worldwide depression.
affluent people became the precariat
The working class fell deeper into the umbrae
Poverty was the new normal.
"Martin King Shot To Death: Gunned Down In Memphis," Daily News
An icon in civil rights, Baptist minister, incredible father
not accepting the tragedy was many forms of mourning
The mystery of "Will equality ever exist?" still stood
he still had a dream.
all hope isn't lost if carried on through ideology.

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New Year Resolutions

I will make a list of my
New Year resolutions.
I will stop doodling on my homework.
But don't adults always tell you to 
Be creative and  
Doodling is creative.

Hmm Aha!
I will clean up whatever mess I make!
But making messes is creative right!
Like I said, I cant do that 
Because 
I can't ruin my creativity!

Maybe I should just 
Be creative!
That means doodling on my homework 
 And not cleaning up the
Messes that I make!
I will have a great year.


                                      1/4/17
And it will definitely
Be creative.

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Wild Horses

Racing far away,
Wild Horses are near me.
I am not afraid.
                                                  1-11-17

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Pony Express

It is said that in the good ol' wild west
the promptest postal mailing was the Pony Express.
greatest agile riders in the nation
the ten-day journey of mail
what could go awry?
Johnny fry was the leading jockey
Mail deposited in a mochila saddle and
POW!!!
the explosion of a cannon signified the commencement
of the dash against trains.
Galloping onward at a near ninety miles per hour
the mustang relaxed to a halt as 
Harry Roff seized the limelight.
And there you have it, cowboys and cowgirls
all the way to Sacramento 
mail was delivered.

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What She Doesn'T Know

A smile on her face and a gleam in her eye - From the poem 'Batter up.' by Eve Roper
I can't deny she doesn't know
what will happen, what shall come later
That one day the free-spirited angel we see will vanish
One day her optimism will fade
as she discovers it isn't worth the light of day
Hard work pays off, well certainly
that's what we are told we have to think.
One isn't always so fortunate to never experience
behind the scenes work.
What you see isn't ever the whole truth
only a bleak analysis, a review
The submerged portion of the ice cap is fogged over
The mind is not the face, 
happiness is not the grief and distress
The smile begins to fade
the gleam begins to grow dimmer, and dimmer
Her mind grows more aware
and she sheds her first tear.
her good memories disappear into thin air
her conscience roars as it takes over
her walls of sanity come splintering down,
in an earthquake named understanding.

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Unity In Crisis

Who knew the depths could seem so shallow
that something as random as a virus could destroy
could end innocent lives and leave millions stuck
in an epidemic that was at first a joke
college kids on spring break
careless people that are selfish enough to think that
seventy-five thousand deaths are nothing.
is the reason we are still in quarantine
well maybe it's nothing to you
but maybe, just maybe, some of those lost lives,
were 5-year-olds grandparents.
they were family to someone out there.
So let's stop fighting against the unstoppable, and instead
com together like we always should've been.

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Flakes of History:Mudlarking

4/4/20
Impoverished children hunting for household items.
has shifted into
Ordinary people reliving antiquity.
as well as
A vacation destination.
Thames river in London possesses layers 
of buried time.

What will be next
on this mudlarking exploit?
A piece of Roman porcelain?
A rare relic?
A charred roof tile from the Great Fire of London?

Time-traveling 
the tactility of an object grasped
400 years ago.
Untold experiences, stories, struggles
Embedded in filth

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The Essence of Nightmares

A fierce inferno
The entice of gunshots
Engulfed by your worst nightmare
Wake up! Wake up!

Submersion of you consciousness
In which we have no valid control.
Hallucinations flash and tear down common reminiscence
Wake up! Wake up!

Parlous or peace
Which will past the test of slumber?

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Peony Shoes

embedded in foliage and flowers
we see her true elegance shine through
amid these dark and dreary times
there is a light at the end of this dark tunnel

she is fragile, she is elegant, she is everything
everything in this world revolves around her
the blush pink dahlias, baby blue hydrangeas
make up her wildflower crown

all those rainy days, the foggy ones,
was her dancing in the rain
the tip-tap of her peony shoes
are mere thunderbolts and lightning strikes

and when she goes inside to drink pink lemonade
the whole world gets a surprise,
because after the rain,
comes a rainbow

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Cherry Blossoms

light pink heaven surrounds me
what a sight my bare eyes are shown
I feel safe and secure amid this sanctuary.
I feel composed.
reaching up to touch one, 
while not disrupting nature's delicacy. 
I feel the buttery soft petals.
similar to the fabric of a velvety sofa
rose, vanilla, lilac, and almond aromas
and my anxiety fades away, 
like the dim light reflected on this foliage.
even prettier at sunset, I have been here all this time. 
Sun to moon,
true beauty can't fade.