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Best Poems Written by Reese A.C.

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Childhood, Neighborhood

Cicada shells that sticky hands attach

to dirtied shirts

 

Humid evenings echo with jovial screams

and patient parents calling curfew

 

Morning dew and the crinkling of autumn

leaves on foot to school

 

Soon, blizzards bring free days for slippery sleigh rides

and endless sweet cocoa

 

The melting icicles mean days back outdoors

and hunting eggs on Easter

 

Then school would end,

and the cycle would begin again

 

Until it wouldn’t,

and I’d wonder when those times had reached their end.

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Brisk Autumn Night

Stepping out onto the not-so-bustling street,
I feel a cold nip in the air radiate a shiver down my spine.
There is an emptiness to the evening.
It is an emptiness one experiences on a brisk autumn evening.

The ambiance is muffled and static.
Hardly a whisper could be heard save for the tapping of my pointed toes on cracked concrete. 
The melodic stepping creates a rhythm I subconsciously nod along to. 

As I walk, the sun begins to set.
The darkening sky swallows the quiet church whole and I cannot help but feel and eerie presence loom over the avenue.

I quicken my pace and turn the corner.
What once was calm has now been lost. 
Store lights' neon haze blur across the bustling pavement, 
getting caught in passerby's bundled up with places to go.
Anxiety rises as I quicken my steps to keep up with the crowd.
"Yes, I too have somewhere important to be", The soles of my feet lie.

Wool upon wool upon honking taxis and barking pups.
I wish to say I feel less alone but alas,
a statement cannot be true walking by oneself on this brisk autumn night.

I peer into unfamiliar shops.
Some full, some not.
All lonely, all empty.
How can one sit, accompanied by friends, but look so alone?

It's the silence.
Muffled silence on these brisk autumn nights.

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Sunblock

artificial
tropical coconut smell
it's sunblock season

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I Hope Tonight I'Ll Sleep Tight

Dozing off to dreamland
Where nightmares are in high demand
I hope tonight I’ll sleep tight
So I’ll leave it to the man of sand

As soon as my sleep takes flight
I hope I’ll dream I fly a kite
Or swim across a sea of blue
That for once I’ll no longer fear the night

And as it seems to start on cue
The setting sun to a dark black hue
But as I lie and shut my eyes
All I seem to see is you

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Loneliness, My Closest Friend

Loneliness
It’s not always bad
Sometimes it hurts
Sometimes it’s sad


Loneliness
My closest friend
calls me so often
I wish it would end


Loneliness
There are times that I like you
When I can focus on myself
Where I can stay true


But loneliness
Who am I kidding
I let you in often
...
Too often
...
Everyday


Loneliness
I have things I yearn to do
People I want to meet
Places I have to see


Loneliness
Would it be okay
If just for today
You leave me be

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It Seems I May Have Passion

Wide clasped belts tugging at violet hued seams.
There is perhaps, a sudden calling for flashy color schemes.

A whisper can be heard, “Try a bold satchel, not a purse!”
Too many options, it may seem this is a curse!

In the back of the drawer, a chunky knit sweater.
On the hanger, a chiffon dress that may likely be better. 

Cozy casual or street style?
This decision that will take more than a while. 

Of course, there are worse problems to be had
Than to wonder whether or not to stick to a style fad.

Yes, it seems I have a passion.
A passion for fashion!