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Reese A.C. Poem
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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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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artificial
tropical coconut smell
it's sunblock season
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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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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!
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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
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Too often
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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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