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You cannot change the past, as time is linear
Time is but a limited automobile.
It cannot move backwards.
It’s rear windows, a definite ebony.
It’s windshield wipers invisible to the eye.
You can drive
Awake, for the car does not drive itself or you
You drive it while it guides you
You are not your fate, but your fate is what you become
Whatever you mean
Fate takes you where it takes you
Fate is in control of your life
But so are you
Put your hands on the wheel
Foot on the gas
Drive, but don’t stop
You cannot change the past, but you can live in the present
Time is but a concept, fate is but a friend.
This friend has no end
For its end ended before a new you had begun
This car is Right, always moving Right.
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she runs down the hall
she is meSsY
she is LouD
she is an extrovert
no, she is not
just because she is not shy
does not mean she sometimes wants to cry
being sad and feeling low has crossed her path but I bet you didn't know
stop
stop degrading people based on what YOU see
stop guessing my emotional IQ
because there is more than what meets the eye
because sometimes I want to cry
even though I am not shy.
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the silence of streets
people and worlds are apart
masks conceal concern
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The feel on my lips
cool, smooth, new
In my light pink box they live
small, long, cylindrical.
At school they live in my pocket
safe, secured, silent
In my red and white pencil case they reside
small, long, cylindrical.
I was scared to talk in class
a swipe for good luck saved me.
The collection grew
The purpose shifted.
I grew up and they grew out.
Parties, boys, priorities.
Chapstick, once naive, now knowing.
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An addendum to the list of universal truths:
social media can be — no, is detrimental to ones mental health
stop engaging
open your eyes
post your comments using your voice out loud
post your pictures in real time through your actions
live, don’t partake in the charade of our time
but
Take yours, in real time
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He’s on your mind.
You think about him and your heart flutters
Falling asleep has never been easier
Yet harder
As you think about the future and go into great detail
You “love” him.
The notification sends shivers down your spine
Not chilling ones
The contrary
You “love” him.
Not the notification left by him…
You don’t know him.
All you know is how it feels when his name crosses your screen
Digital love isn’t real love
You don’t really know him
You do know the sound of an alert that happens to be from him
He hasn’t responded in over a day
Is he okay
You don’t know him
But I “love” him
You “love” the idea of him
Behind screens he’s a dream but in real life he’s nowhere to be found
You dream of real love but you live through
Digital love.
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The halls where she once walked
Praying
Singing
Wishing
She hoped for a greater good, a connection to Christ
The young girls enter the school, for they will learn and write and read
She disciplines them as her own kin
The walls where I now walk are stained with sudden spirituality
She taught them but with a closed mind
Nuns wear habits
The habits they have are trapped in the ways of one
They love their God but not themselves
Lost love and connection are dangers they fear will corrupt them
No boys, no love, no freedom
Father for I have sinned as I have not tasted the flavor of pure joy...
that is what she thinks
I have, she has not, for it is a holy habit.
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